A Silver Heart

Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this story is the plot and a couple of characters that I'm going to introduce. I hope you like the story; it took me ages to come up with a decent title and plot! Please R&R and no flames please! Only constructive criticism!

Love Stacey!

CHAPTER ONE: DIFFERENT WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK

Hermione Granger, head girl, new most hot girl in the school, still the smartest witch in her year and member of the Golden Trio.

Her summer had been exciting, as she went to Egypt and shopping all over London with her mother. Over the few months, Hermione had taken a new style on, a kind of punk/goth/towny look. This was highly appreciated by Ginny who said that she admired the new, adventurous Hermione Granger.

It was nine 'o clock and she was patrolling the corridors as part of her new head girl duties. Once or twice she passed prefects, and Hermione decided to try patrolling on her own and let the prefects have a night off.

The head boy, Draco Malfoy, was nowhere to be seen, which suited Hermione perfectly.

Draco threw himself on the head boy and girl common room sofa. He had a two litre bottle of fire whisky which was nearly empty. He downed the last millilitre and threw the empty bottle into the fire.

Today, the first day back off of the summer holidays, had not started off too well. Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, had had his most recent row with Narcissa and took out all his anger on Draco, who was walking past at the time.

There was a large, round bruise on both of his arms and on his right leg. There was a three inch cut across his forearm and a small cut on his cheek. Draco looked a right sight as he heaved himself up drunkenly.

He threw himself out of the head boy and girl dormitory and clinged on to the wall for support. His eye sight was faltering in his mad, drunken state. Draco knew that he needed someone to let all his anger out on.

'A nice fifth or sixth year guy'll do,' Draco thought. He glanced around the empty corridors. 'Granger's doing a damn good job at making sure no one's out! Lousy, mudblood, bitch!'

"Wait, I could use Granger!" his voice slurred as he stood still on the spot, but he still swayed dangerously.

Now he was on a search for Hermione. He raced along the corridors and peered carefully around each corner, however he was still supremely drunk.

At last he found Hermione, she was walking up the corridor, back turned to Draco, she was unaware that a Malfoy was about to jump out at her.

Indeed he jumped, but unfortunately, he jumped into a wall. Hermione gasped and turned to face him.

Draco slid onto the floor, moaning in pain. When one of his eyes opened and saw Hermione looking at him shocked, he jumped up and pulled out his wand.

"What on Earth are you doing, Malfoy?" Hermione asked eyeing the wand.

"Shurrup, Granger!" Draco shouted, his voice slurred even more than before. His eye sight faltered even more and he saw two Hermione Grangers, "why is there two of you?"

Hermione sighed, she knew now that he was obviously drunk.

"You're drunk!" She fired an angry remark quickly. Draco seemed to think that the wall had said it; he turned and looked at the wall.

"I can be drunk if I want to be drunk!" he retaliated, but to the wall, "you can't tell me what to do!" he swayed and finally fell over, snoring in a peaceful sleep.

Hermione laughed pitifully. She kneeled next to the drunken prince and smiled at him. He was smiling and the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly. He let go of his want and turned onto his stomach.

It took five whole minutes for Hermione to put Draco on a stretcher and keep him there, he kept rolling off, and she seized his wand and held it tightly in her free hand.

When the stretcher followed Hermione into the Slytherin head boy's room, she made it tip him onto the bed gently so he didn't wake up and start shouting.

She placed his wand on his bedside table and retreated to her own bedroom. Inside her head, she was laughing uncontrollably.

"Malfoy isn't so much of an ass when he's drunk, but it makes me pity him, the bastard, that he walks into walls," Hermione laughed, "he's different when he's drunk."

A/N Hope you liked that chapter! Please read and review! No flames please! Love Stacey