Hermione awoke in the middle of the night; however, she was not in her own bed but in a small but quaint twin size bed with satin blue sheets. She looked around for a time and saw a glow from an alarm clock, which said 3:00 am. Hermione looked down and rubbed her forehead, she felt a bit of a headache. However, she never remembered going to sleep anywhere, let alone in someone else's bed, as well as in someone else's apartment. Deciding to get up and look around for Ron or Draco, she shivered a bit, for she still had on her black sleeveless dress. Looking around in the dark, she felt her way out of the bedroom and into the very narrow hall, the first door was a master bathroom, the next door was the office, and the one all the way at the end was Ron's bedroom. Ron was also sleeping like a log, snoring very loudly as several saliva bubbles blew out of the corner of his mouth as Hermione just stared in disgust. After slowly closing the door to Ron's room Hermione realized that the apartment was quite big and probably cost Draco a fortune, (but Hermione recalled that Ron and Draco were sharing the bills) but it was very modern and had a nice cozy look since the walls were painted a Mediterranean yellow, with bits of décor scattered within the little shelves implanted in the walls. Feeling her way towards the living room she saw Draco snoring, laying down on the couch in his nightwear, she smirked a bit, feeling sort of sorry that Draco gave up his bed for Hermione, by sleeping on the couch. In the living room there was a walk in kitchen, which was divided off from the living room by an island surrounded by several tall stools. Hermione however, didn't bother to look through the kitchen, she didn't want to step on the cold tiles or bump into any pots and pans that might be hanging. Instead, she head back toward the center of the living room where Draco lay, snoring, but not as loud as Ron was. She decided to take a seat across from him in the French sofa, which was embroidered with silk threads. Hermione's hands just darted to touch the small stitches upon the sofa, for they slowly glided down every single stitch as if she was reading brail. Looking back up towards Draco's direction she realized he had moved from his spot. She bit her lip and looked around frantically.

" I see you're up late, paying me a visit Granger?" joked Draco from behind her.

Hermione just blushed, "No, just a little unconscious…When did I fall asleep? I do recall that the play was wonderful…"

            " Uh-…" Draco paused as he lay his hands upon her shoulders

" Well, we went to the bar downtown afterwards and you got a tad lightheaded so-"

" Oh- no…." wailed Hermione slapping her hand upon her forehead

" No it was quite alright, we just called a taxi and-" Draco tried to finish, but Hermione interrupted with an emotional outburst.

" That couldn't have happened!

" But-"

" And second of all why didn't you stop me?" she stammered

" I-"

" What in the world is with you, you-"

" Stop! Let me talk damnit!!" Draco yelled shaking Hermione by the shoulders. Hermione looked at him with a blank face.

"Ok…" Draco panted, " Now, just listen to me…"

Hermione stared back at him, her eyes glazed.

" Listen, you just had a little too much, you were I guess being egged on by the bar tender, for after the first drink you started wailing on and on about Harry, and in think the bar tender wanted to hear more I suppose, after all it was a girl bar tender…. you know how they are, looking for some kind of drama within someone's life…"

" What did I say about Harry?!" Hermione jumped " Please don't tell anyone if- if-"

" I won't" Draco assured her " You-you didn't say much anyway, you mostly just grieved and mumbled a bunch of stuff as if you were talking rubbish."

" Why- why…" Hermione said under her breath as if scolding herself.

" Listen Hermione, I can talk to you about this, just – just- can you get it out of your head that Harry is coming back for you?" Draco said

" I don't know…. I'm just worried if he is making the right decision I- I- just care, I mean how do you know for sure that Cho is the girl for him? I mean the first time they had gotten together during the fifth year was all a fraud, she just needed him to comfort her since-since Cedric had died." Hermione started to break off, as if her own tears were drowning her. Draco just looked at her with a concerned face, but his bed hair, which was all straggly and sticking up threw away the sincere look upon his face.

            " I just think that- that- that…oh Draco-" Hermione broke off in silence as she thrust herself in his arms as she wept.

            " I think I'm being so foolish and-and also selfish…I just want Harry all to myself…I don't want him to leave me Draco…" she whimpered, as she buried her face into his pajamas. In return Draco just stroked her. There, the two figures stood, as one wept, and the other held on tight, in a little apartment in New York.