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Author's Note Bah! I haven't updated in so long! Don't yell at me I've finished my exams so I'll be updating more ok!?
Draco Malfoy was scared to death. He was sitting at a table all alone in this club Hermione had taken him to...The Dot? Anyway upon his arrival he realized it was a Muggle club. He looked around him. They were people dancing and drinking and drinking some more. It seemed like everybody in the club's mission was to get extremely pissed. He still laughed at how Hermione had gotten them in. She had really cozied up to the bouncer outside and within five minutes they were in and she had an invite out to his apartment tommorrow. He looked around...Where was she now? She had left him alone about an hour or so ago to get them some drinks. He couldn't go because he didn't have a fake ID like she did. Draco just shook his head...What happened to the bushy haired bookworm? She became a whore with a fake ID, who kissed you in front of nearly all of the student body. Yeah, Draco thought, that was slightly scary. He seen her sitting at the bar giggling and becoming very close to snogging with some tall black haired man. Either way he was way too old for her, but who knows with the new Hermione? Deciding he didn't care if he broke up something that was seemingly special he wanted a bloody drink and he couldn't buy it now could he?
"So Hermione. You get my drink yet?" Hermione turned around to see that bloody idoit Draco. Didn't he see that she was busy? Oh! She had said she was going to get him a drink because he didn't have ID!
"Sorry Drake. Here you go." She slid her beer along the counter to him. He looked at it for a moment a little more than pissed off, but not at her.
"And Hermie, darlin' the name is Draco." He gave her a scowl. "Thought you would have learned that by now, perhaps you're too pissed to realize it but you don't bring someone here and leave them to hang out with that." Draco's eyes never missed a thing including the flash of anger in the man's eyes.
"Drake. Would you mind leaving so I can enjoy my evening with this lovely lady." The man spoke through gritted teeth. Draco took careful care not to smile. He was doing exactly what Draco wanted him to do.
"The name is Draco, you bloody git. And perhaps I don't feel like leaving or allowing you to stay with Hermione alone. If you don't mind, and I still don't care if you do, I shall be taking Hermie with me when I leave because I can't stand the sight of you anymore. Come along Hermione."
Finally being spoken to Hermione snapped to attention. "I'm not going with you anywhere Draco. Go find yourself a whore or something. I'm staying put." Hermione saw Draco look extremely exasprated and begin to reach into the pocket of his jeans. "And don't even think about that. It's too public." The man getting the wrong idea jumped into the conversation.
"It's never to public to beat a little shit like him." The man stood up, fists clenched. "You wanna take this outside?"
"No need to." Draco punched the man hard in the face. He looked up his lip was bleeding from where it had collided with the blonde Malfoy's ring. "Now go find yourself another victim and leave my girl alone."
"Fuck this. I'm gone." The man turned and began walking away muttering to himself. Whap! Draco's head went forward as Hermione's hand connected with it.
"Why the bloody hell did you do that? He was going to give me a ride into England this weekend so I could see Viktor. Thanks a bloody lot Draco." Hermione nearly shouted the words at Draco.
"How much of this did you drink?" Draco held up the frosted glass of beer she had passed to him that was over half empty. Not a good sign, he thought.
"Why the hell does it matter?" Hermione was nearly beyond livid. She saw a disappointed look come over his face when he realized how much was in the glass. What the hell was he so bloody worried about? She had already said he could have the rest.
"That's why." Draco handed the glass back to her and walked away. Hermione looked down to see what was so great about her glass. At the bottom barely noticeable was some white powder. Dipping her finger in the glass and bringing up for a closer look she realized it wasn't something already there, someone had put it in her drink. It must be some kind of drug she surmised. Scanning the crowd she saw Draco sitting talking to one of the bouncers of the club. She quickly got up and headed over to him.
"Listen Draco. I'm really sorry." Hermione looked at him. God, why did the one person who could have saved her be the one person she hated with a passion? Well, not the one person there was at least one more, but she wasn't even going to think about that.
"It's alright. Now go get your stuff, we're leaving." Draco saw confusion flood the face of the poor naive Gryffindor. "We don't know how much of the drug you took so we're going back to the castle. After all you don't want to pass out in front of all these people, now do you?" Draco gestured to the people in the club dancing and drinking. By God these Muggles drank a lot! He had been pissed many times himself...but he never seen so many people who looked like their mission in life was to drink.
Draco had gotten Hermione out the door and to the street when she collapsed. "That's just bloody fucking wonderful!" He knew he had to get her back to the castle for two reasons. One, the girl needed to lay down until that drug wore off. And two, he would look pretty bad dragging a passed out girl around where ever the hell they were. He could be arrested, by Muggles! Looking around for a way out he remembered how Hermione had summoned a car. She had stuck out her hand and one of them yellow cars pulled over. Standing on the side of the street Draco threw his arm out and waited. A car went by and someone inside threw out their finger and yelled "Same to you too buddy!" Draco was throughly confused. Was that perhaps some way Muggles greeted each other? By throwing out their hands and holding a finger up? After many unsucessful attempts and having a pop can or two thrown at him Draco remembered the Knight Bus. He groaned. Did it really come to this? His mother had taken him on it a few years ago when they had to go to St. Mungo's to reverse a hex that bloody girl from Egypt put on him. Sighing he stuck out his wand and with a bang the bus appeared before him.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus. My name is Stan and -" Stan broke off in the middle of his well trained speech to see the blonde wizard, who had an awful looking black eye, carrying a brown haired girl. "Now see 'ere, mate. We don't allow dead bodies on the bus."
"She isn't bloody well dead." Draco was already in a bad mood. He had a black eye from a bloody pop can! Plus he was carrying a druged girl who was too stupid to watch her drink.And now he had to deal with Stan.
"Well, what's the matter with 'er then?" Stan didn't want to let the young wizard go anywhere with the girl until he knew everything. He didn't want to be getting in trouble with the Ministry for allowing this boy (who was obvisously beaten, she probably put up a fight) get away with whatever twisted ideas he had.
"She drank too much and passed out. Now move." Draco went past Stan carrying Hermione along with him. He laid her down on one of the beds and sat at the foot of it to keep her steady. He knew how awful a ride on the Knight Bus could be. A few hours later (Other passengers had been on longer so they got off first, plus Stan probably wanted to wait for her to wake up before he let her go anywhere with the boy) Hermione stirred a little.
"Draco?" He looked up from the foot of the bed. She had opened her eyes but she didn't sit up. She didn't look too good either. Probably begining to feel the beer he thought. "What's happening?" When she was last awake they were just leaving the club. She tried to sit up and fell right back down again. She wasn't trying that again anytime soon.
"We're on our way back to the castle, we should be there soon. Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when we're there." Draco looked at Stan who had looked when he had heard the girl stirring. Satisfied that she didn't try to kill the boy he turned away so they could talk in peace.
Hermione closed her eyes. "Am I really your girl?" She muttered already half asleep. Draco smiled.
"Of course you are. Of course you are." He looked out the window. Had he actually called her his girl? Oh well, she'll barely remember this in the morning and what she'll remember she'll think was a dream.
"Where are you two going?" Stan turned around and looked at Draco. He still didn't want to drop the girl off with this boy, there was something about him he didn't like. He reminded him of someone...
"Hogw-Hogsmeade. We're going to Hogsmeade." Draco nearly said Hogwarts but if Stan would probably send an owl to Proffesor Dumbledore saying he picked up two of his students and they would be in trouble.
"Hogsmeade it is." Stan nodded at the driver and Draco settled in at the foot of Hermione's bed for the hour or so ride to Hogsmeade. Once they pulled up outside of Three Broomsticks Draco woke up Hermione.
"Come on Hermie. We're there." Hermione of course refused to cooparate. "Come on Hermione. Wake up." Stan looked at him. That poor boy was stuck with a girl who drank herself way under the table. "I guess I'm carrying you again." Draco lifted Hermione up into his arms and mumbled something unaudiable as they stepped off the Knight Bus. The bus took off with a bang and left Draco standing outside of Three Broomsticks trying to think of how he was going to get this girl to the castle and safely in bed without getting in any trouble. Deciding he would just have to up the front way and sneak around the grounds. Which would be a bitch if there ever was one.
He was huffing and puffing when he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady, which was the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn't that she was all that heavy but he had been carrying her for a while because that stupid cat of Filch's, Mrs. Norris, had been following them around so he had to go into the Dungeons to lose it where he nearly ran into Professor Snape. Then there was all those stairs. How could a person walk up all them stairs? Now standing outside of the portarit he realized he would have to wake her so she could get in because he didn't know the password. "Hermione? Hermie? What's the password?" She stirred and shifted in his arms. Good she was waking up! Or not. She had tried to move onto her side and he nearly dropped her. He should have. Why was he going through all this trouble for her? Just drop her and go to bed.
"Snapple conumdrum" Hermione mumbled in her sleep. Great, Draco thought, what am I going to do now? He then realized what he was going to do when he nearly got hit by a swinging portrait. Whatever she had mumbled must have been the password. Draco smiled and stepped inside the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor Common Room. He could barely see anything and almost tripped over a footstool when he found a couch. He laid Hermione down on the couch, he didn't know where the dorms were so it was probably the best to do this. Draco turned around to leave and fell flat on his face. He started cursing a blue streak quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone up. He tripped over that blasted footstool. Wait...How come Gryffindors had footstools and Slytherins didn't? He walked out of the Common Room and the portrait swng shut behind him.
He heard the clearing of a voice behind him and saw the Fat Lady looking at him sternly. Draco was a little nervous, she wouldn't say anything now would she? The Fat Lady gave him a smile. "Hurry off to bed now dear." Before she fell back asleep herself. Smiling Draco went quickly to bed avoiding both Professor Snape and Peeves.
So what do you think? And no Hermione did not say "Snapple flavoured condom" no matter how close it looks like it. Thank you very much Carloyn! Ok well go review!
Author's Note Bah! I haven't updated in so long! Don't yell at me I've finished my exams so I'll be updating more ok!?
Draco Malfoy was scared to death. He was sitting at a table all alone in this club Hermione had taken him to...The Dot? Anyway upon his arrival he realized it was a Muggle club. He looked around him. They were people dancing and drinking and drinking some more. It seemed like everybody in the club's mission was to get extremely pissed. He still laughed at how Hermione had gotten them in. She had really cozied up to the bouncer outside and within five minutes they were in and she had an invite out to his apartment tommorrow. He looked around...Where was she now? She had left him alone about an hour or so ago to get them some drinks. He couldn't go because he didn't have a fake ID like she did. Draco just shook his head...What happened to the bushy haired bookworm? She became a whore with a fake ID, who kissed you in front of nearly all of the student body. Yeah, Draco thought, that was slightly scary. He seen her sitting at the bar giggling and becoming very close to snogging with some tall black haired man. Either way he was way too old for her, but who knows with the new Hermione? Deciding he didn't care if he broke up something that was seemingly special he wanted a bloody drink and he couldn't buy it now could he?
"So Hermione. You get my drink yet?" Hermione turned around to see that bloody idoit Draco. Didn't he see that she was busy? Oh! She had said she was going to get him a drink because he didn't have ID!
"Sorry Drake. Here you go." She slid her beer along the counter to him. He looked at it for a moment a little more than pissed off, but not at her.
"And Hermie, darlin' the name is Draco." He gave her a scowl. "Thought you would have learned that by now, perhaps you're too pissed to realize it but you don't bring someone here and leave them to hang out with that." Draco's eyes never missed a thing including the flash of anger in the man's eyes.
"Drake. Would you mind leaving so I can enjoy my evening with this lovely lady." The man spoke through gritted teeth. Draco took careful care not to smile. He was doing exactly what Draco wanted him to do.
"The name is Draco, you bloody git. And perhaps I don't feel like leaving or allowing you to stay with Hermione alone. If you don't mind, and I still don't care if you do, I shall be taking Hermie with me when I leave because I can't stand the sight of you anymore. Come along Hermione."
Finally being spoken to Hermione snapped to attention. "I'm not going with you anywhere Draco. Go find yourself a whore or something. I'm staying put." Hermione saw Draco look extremely exasprated and begin to reach into the pocket of his jeans. "And don't even think about that. It's too public." The man getting the wrong idea jumped into the conversation.
"It's never to public to beat a little shit like him." The man stood up, fists clenched. "You wanna take this outside?"
"No need to." Draco punched the man hard in the face. He looked up his lip was bleeding from where it had collided with the blonde Malfoy's ring. "Now go find yourself another victim and leave my girl alone."
"Fuck this. I'm gone." The man turned and began walking away muttering to himself. Whap! Draco's head went forward as Hermione's hand connected with it.
"Why the bloody hell did you do that? He was going to give me a ride into England this weekend so I could see Viktor. Thanks a bloody lot Draco." Hermione nearly shouted the words at Draco.
"How much of this did you drink?" Draco held up the frosted glass of beer she had passed to him that was over half empty. Not a good sign, he thought.
"Why the hell does it matter?" Hermione was nearly beyond livid. She saw a disappointed look come over his face when he realized how much was in the glass. What the hell was he so bloody worried about? She had already said he could have the rest.
"That's why." Draco handed the glass back to her and walked away. Hermione looked down to see what was so great about her glass. At the bottom barely noticeable was some white powder. Dipping her finger in the glass and bringing up for a closer look she realized it wasn't something already there, someone had put it in her drink. It must be some kind of drug she surmised. Scanning the crowd she saw Draco sitting talking to one of the bouncers of the club. She quickly got up and headed over to him.
"Listen Draco. I'm really sorry." Hermione looked at him. God, why did the one person who could have saved her be the one person she hated with a passion? Well, not the one person there was at least one more, but she wasn't even going to think about that.
"It's alright. Now go get your stuff, we're leaving." Draco saw confusion flood the face of the poor naive Gryffindor. "We don't know how much of the drug you took so we're going back to the castle. After all you don't want to pass out in front of all these people, now do you?" Draco gestured to the people in the club dancing and drinking. By God these Muggles drank a lot! He had been pissed many times himself...but he never seen so many people who looked like their mission in life was to drink.
Draco had gotten Hermione out the door and to the street when she collapsed. "That's just bloody fucking wonderful!" He knew he had to get her back to the castle for two reasons. One, the girl needed to lay down until that drug wore off. And two, he would look pretty bad dragging a passed out girl around where ever the hell they were. He could be arrested, by Muggles! Looking around for a way out he remembered how Hermione had summoned a car. She had stuck out her hand and one of them yellow cars pulled over. Standing on the side of the street Draco threw his arm out and waited. A car went by and someone inside threw out their finger and yelled "Same to you too buddy!" Draco was throughly confused. Was that perhaps some way Muggles greeted each other? By throwing out their hands and holding a finger up? After many unsucessful attempts and having a pop can or two thrown at him Draco remembered the Knight Bus. He groaned. Did it really come to this? His mother had taken him on it a few years ago when they had to go to St. Mungo's to reverse a hex that bloody girl from Egypt put on him. Sighing he stuck out his wand and with a bang the bus appeared before him.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus. My name is Stan and -" Stan broke off in the middle of his well trained speech to see the blonde wizard, who had an awful looking black eye, carrying a brown haired girl. "Now see 'ere, mate. We don't allow dead bodies on the bus."
"She isn't bloody well dead." Draco was already in a bad mood. He had a black eye from a bloody pop can! Plus he was carrying a druged girl who was too stupid to watch her drink.And now he had to deal with Stan.
"Well, what's the matter with 'er then?" Stan didn't want to let the young wizard go anywhere with the girl until he knew everything. He didn't want to be getting in trouble with the Ministry for allowing this boy (who was obvisously beaten, she probably put up a fight) get away with whatever twisted ideas he had.
"She drank too much and passed out. Now move." Draco went past Stan carrying Hermione along with him. He laid her down on one of the beds and sat at the foot of it to keep her steady. He knew how awful a ride on the Knight Bus could be. A few hours later (Other passengers had been on longer so they got off first, plus Stan probably wanted to wait for her to wake up before he let her go anywhere with the boy) Hermione stirred a little.
"Draco?" He looked up from the foot of the bed. She had opened her eyes but she didn't sit up. She didn't look too good either. Probably begining to feel the beer he thought. "What's happening?" When she was last awake they were just leaving the club. She tried to sit up and fell right back down again. She wasn't trying that again anytime soon.
"We're on our way back to the castle, we should be there soon. Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when we're there." Draco looked at Stan who had looked when he had heard the girl stirring. Satisfied that she didn't try to kill the boy he turned away so they could talk in peace.
Hermione closed her eyes. "Am I really your girl?" She muttered already half asleep. Draco smiled.
"Of course you are. Of course you are." He looked out the window. Had he actually called her his girl? Oh well, she'll barely remember this in the morning and what she'll remember she'll think was a dream.
"Where are you two going?" Stan turned around and looked at Draco. He still didn't want to drop the girl off with this boy, there was something about him he didn't like. He reminded him of someone...
"Hogw-Hogsmeade. We're going to Hogsmeade." Draco nearly said Hogwarts but if Stan would probably send an owl to Proffesor Dumbledore saying he picked up two of his students and they would be in trouble.
"Hogsmeade it is." Stan nodded at the driver and Draco settled in at the foot of Hermione's bed for the hour or so ride to Hogsmeade. Once they pulled up outside of Three Broomsticks Draco woke up Hermione.
"Come on Hermie. We're there." Hermione of course refused to cooparate. "Come on Hermione. Wake up." Stan looked at him. That poor boy was stuck with a girl who drank herself way under the table. "I guess I'm carrying you again." Draco lifted Hermione up into his arms and mumbled something unaudiable as they stepped off the Knight Bus. The bus took off with a bang and left Draco standing outside of Three Broomsticks trying to think of how he was going to get this girl to the castle and safely in bed without getting in any trouble. Deciding he would just have to up the front way and sneak around the grounds. Which would be a bitch if there ever was one.
He was huffing and puffing when he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady, which was the entrance to the Gryffindor Tower. It wasn't that she was all that heavy but he had been carrying her for a while because that stupid cat of Filch's, Mrs. Norris, had been following them around so he had to go into the Dungeons to lose it where he nearly ran into Professor Snape. Then there was all those stairs. How could a person walk up all them stairs? Now standing outside of the portarit he realized he would have to wake her so she could get in because he didn't know the password. "Hermione? Hermie? What's the password?" She stirred and shifted in his arms. Good she was waking up! Or not. She had tried to move onto her side and he nearly dropped her. He should have. Why was he going through all this trouble for her? Just drop her and go to bed.
"Snapple conumdrum" Hermione mumbled in her sleep. Great, Draco thought, what am I going to do now? He then realized what he was going to do when he nearly got hit by a swinging portrait. Whatever she had mumbled must have been the password. Draco smiled and stepped inside the portrait hole and into the Gryffindor Common Room. He could barely see anything and almost tripped over a footstool when he found a couch. He laid Hermione down on the couch, he didn't know where the dorms were so it was probably the best to do this. Draco turned around to leave and fell flat on his face. He started cursing a blue streak quietly so he wouldn't wake anyone up. He tripped over that blasted footstool. Wait...How come Gryffindors had footstools and Slytherins didn't? He walked out of the Common Room and the portrait swng shut behind him.
He heard the clearing of a voice behind him and saw the Fat Lady looking at him sternly. Draco was a little nervous, she wouldn't say anything now would she? The Fat Lady gave him a smile. "Hurry off to bed now dear." Before she fell back asleep herself. Smiling Draco went quickly to bed avoiding both Professor Snape and Peeves.
So what do you think? And no Hermione did not say "Snapple flavoured condom" no matter how close it looks like it. Thank you very much Carloyn! Ok well go review!