This is a really random and pointless fic... but aren't they all!

~Beautiful Night Skies

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Hermione slammed her schoolbooks down on the library table. It was he seventh year, and for the first time in her life, she'd partied and gotton drunk.

Of course, that was the night before. Today, she had a massive hangover, and a report to finish.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she yelled, to no one in particular. Fortunately for Hermione, Madame Pince was in the hospital wing with strep throat. That meant she'd be back within a few hours.

Hermione sat down, and dropped her bag next to her chair. It toppled over, and ink spilled all over the contents of the bag.

"Shit!" Hermione bent over, her head pounding, and started throwing stuff in the bag and trying to remember some sort of spell to wash away the ink. But someone beat her to it.

"Clean-o!" Draco Malfoy's voice said. (Oh, I know, isn't it original?) Hermione looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked tiredly but with strength. Draco looked a lot better than when she had last seen him; his shaggy blond hair hang in his face, and his body was... hot.

She snatched her quill that he'd picked up. "Oh, I thought I'd come and torment you. One of my favourite pasttimes."

She rolled her eyes. "Fuck you," she responded, magically zipping the bag up.

"No thanks, but I wish you would."

"You disgusting pig!" Hermione flashed him an angry look. He only smirked.

"Watch it, Mudblood."

"Don't you dare say that to me, you bastard!"

"Insolent child."

"Bloody fag."

"Well, I guess if I am interested in you, that would apply..."

"Damn you!" Hermione sent some sort of curse toward him; though she was not sure which. It didn't matter anyway; he hangover had weakened her and Draco blocked it with a wave of his wand.

"Burn in hell!" she screamed.

"Only if you come with me!"

"I won't sink to your goddamn level!"

They weren't making sense anymore.

"Oh, go fuck a cow!"

"Fuck a horse!"

"Fuck your mom!"

"Fucking HELL you piss me off!"

Draco smirked again. "It's part of my charm."

"Would you just leave me alone! I'm BUSY!"

He looked at her, and she looked at him. "God, I want you!" he said, and they came together in a bruising kiss.

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A couple of hours later, they were pulled back into reality. "That was fun," Hermione said, yawning.

"Same time next week?"

"Of course."

They turned to leave. "Oh, and Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Burn in hell."

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I know, that was completely pointless and EXCEEDINGLY stupid, and I'm sure I've just wasted your time, but it's midnight and I'm bored, so I wrote this. Feel free to flame me, because I can't think any lower of this story already. Ciao!

~BNS