Author's Notes: Thank you to all of those who reviewed. i apologise for leaving a cliffhanger last time. i learned that you all didn't appreciate it. lol. i hope that you all like this chapter. please review! ENJOY!

Hermione looked everywhere, while they were dancing, except at Malfoy. She was too nervous. She looked at all the Slytherines and Gryfindores and saw them pointing and whispering to each other. She soon thought that this was a big mistake. She looked at Dumbledore and saw him smiling at her and nodding. For some reason that was all she needed to know that this was the right thing to do. She was working towards school unity. It wasn't wrong. It wasn't like her and Malfoy were dating.

She turned her head and looked at Malfoy. He was looking over at the food table and laughing to himself. She turned her head and saw Crabbe and Goyle putting liquor in the punch. She gasped and moved to go and stop them but Malfoy held her closer and stopped her moving.

"Don't." was all he told her.

"They can't put alcohol in the beverages, Malfoy! I don't care if they are you're friends the whole place will be as high as a kite if I don't stop them." She replied.

"Look, just let them have some fun." He said looking into her eyes.

It was at that moment that Hermione felt something she never did before. She looked into his eyes and felt weak in the knees. Her heart began to race and all she wanted to do was stay like this forever. Stay looking into his eyes forever.

"Fi...fine. But if I get into trouble because of this I'm going to make sure that the headmaster knows you didn't stop them either." Said Hermione trying to hide what she was feeling.

They danced till the song was over and then broke free. Hermione walked over to Harry and Ron and they began to talk for a while.

"How was dancing with the enemy?" asked Harry with a chuckle.

"Not fun at all!" said Ron in exasperation.

"I wonder why?" asked Harry sarcastically.

"Seriously, she kept stepping on my foot! And then she laughed!" He said in almost a scream.

While Harry and Ron were talking to each other about Pansy Hermione was looking over at Malfoy who was now dancing with Pansy. She frowned. Then shook her head.

'NO! I'm not jealous am I? No. That's insane. Preposterous. But he is cute...NO! Stop that Hermione. You hate him. But...maybe I don't hate him.'

Hermione absentmindedly headed toward the punch bowl and took at big drink of punch without realizing there was alcohol in it. It wasn't until about ten drinks later that she remembered and by then it was too late. She was already feeling the effects of the liquor in her system.

She walked as steadily as she could to Harry.

"Harry...I'm not feeeeeeellllling well. I think that I ssssssshould go to the commmmmon roooooom." She said slurring her words a bit.

"Okay, you don't look to well either. Take rest. I'll check on you in the morning okay?" Harry told her.

Hermione nodded her head and walked out of the Great hall. She didn't go to the common room though. She went outside on the castle grounds and fell into a nearby garden.

Malfoy saw Hermione head toward the punch bowl and laughed to himself.

'What does Granger think she's playing at?' He wondered as he saw her take one drink and then another.

"What is so funny, Draco?" Pansy asked when Malfoy started to laugh.

He looked at her and shook his head. "Nothing."

He looked back at Hermione and saw her walk oddly towards Potter. She told him something and then left.

'What in the world?' He wondered.

He let go of Pansy and followed Hermione out of the Great Hall and out onto the Hogwarts Grounds where he saw her fall into the nearby garden.

Hermione closed her eyes and felt like she was about to fall asleep when she heard someone enter the garden. She opened her eyes and saw Draco Malfoy staring at her with a small smile on his face.

"I didn't know you liked to get drunk at parties, Granger. If I knew that I would have invited you to some of mine." He said with a small chuckle.

Hermione stared at him oddly. His gray eyes were sparkling against the moonlight. He looked like an angel.

'Did he just say that I was drunk?' she asked herself.

"I am most ccccccceeertainly not drunk. I don't get drunk." She told him slurring her words, and giving herself away.

"Believe me Granger. I know what drunk is like and you are, if anything, drunk." He told her as he bend down, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet.

Once he pulled her up though she swayed and fell into his chest. He grabbed her waist to steady her. She looked up at him through glassy eyes. "You have really pretty eyes, you know that, Draco?" she told him.

He stared at her oddly. 'Did Granger just call me by my first name?'

"Thank you." He said uncomfortably.

She still looked at him. He knew that she didn't know what she was saying. He still held her by the waist. She lifted her hand and touched his cheek. She moved her hand down to his chest and looked at him surprised.

"You look good in black." She said.

He looked at her hand on his chest. He felt oddly uncomfortable. He looked back at her and stared into her eyes. She looked really good tonight. Her hair was done perfectly...her make-up was done wonderfully. She didn't look like the Granger he once knew. She looked like someone he could see himself with.

He heard her breath against him and it made him shiver. Then without thinking he bent down and kissed her. She melted into him at once. She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue entry. He kissed her deeply. She ran her hands up and down his back lightly with her fingers as he began to move to her neck.

She sighed as he did and it made him want her more. He moved back to her mouth and kissed her harshly. They both fell to the garden floor and kissed even more. She ran her hands through his hair and kissed his earlobe. She moved to his neck. They kissed passionately for what felt like forever. He was in the middle of kissingher neck when he whispered to her.

"I think maybe we should head back in.," he said. He felt like he was doing a crime. She was too innocent to take advantage of.

On their way back into the castle Hermione passed out into his arms and he didn't know that to do. He went back outside and grabbed his broomstick. She flew her up to the Gryfindore tower to the window that led to the girl's dormitory. He opened it and set her on her bed. He looked at her for a few moments and then kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodnight...Hermione." He whispered.

Then he left out the window. The night that just happened was still playing in his head.