Hermione sat on her four poster bed tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn't believe what had happened she felt so foolish.
How could she have done that? Hermione always thoughteverything through before doing something big, she listed the 'Pros and Cons' of her actions in her head before deciding whether to doit or not. But this, possibly one of the most important things a human being could ever do, she didn't consider the consequences for! This was something that you were supposed to share with the person you truly loved and cared about, and yes of course she loved and cared about Harry but not as a partner or lover but only as best friend.
"ARRGG, I feel so stupid" she screamed into the night, it wasn't even enough to get angry with Harry anymore and one of the worst things was she couldn't even remember it, 'I mean I know I did it, no doubt about it but, I just can't remember anything' she thought.
Hermione's last full memory was someone from Slytherin giving her a bottle of something which she foolishly drunk.
Harry paced up and down the small space that was available to him between his and Ron's beds trying to piece together the events of his truly odd (don't forget scary and disturbing) night.
He remembered he'd had a little too much to drunk, yeah maybe hold the 'little', especially Fire-Whiskeys! These were his only explanation to why he had done what he'd done, in his right mind he'd never do that, no offence to Hermione or anything but he wasn't really interested, in 'that way', she was one of his best friends.
Other than Fire-Whiskey he'd only had butterbeers and they weren't very strong ('we'll not to humans anyway' Harry thought remembering Winky and her ongoing drinking problem). Harry did remember Dean giving him some drink in a clear bottle he said he'd got from a Slytherin, knowing Slytherin it was probably straight poison! Good thing he didn't drink it … Or did he?