While sitting there just watching the gorgeous boy sleep Hermione's thoughts drifted to her mother's death. Thoughts of her mother slowly disappeared as the mysterious boy woke up.
"Hi, I'm sorry to disturb you but, who are you? I know I've met you before I just can't for the life of me remember who you are," said Hermione in a thoughtful tone.
"Hey I know you your Hermione Granger. I am Draco. Draco Malfoy," stated Draco in a slurred speech.
"OMG I'm so sorry I'll be leaving now!" said Hermione while rushing to get out of the compartment.
"No don't leave me. You look really hot and I've got nothing else to do. Let's play 'Tonsil Hockey,'" said Draco in a drunk spur of the moment thought.
"Ummm..." Hermione started but before she could say anything she was cut off by Draco's lips being pressed against hers in a blissfully long, French, yet passionate kiss.
When Hermione got off the train her mouth tasted of the Fire Whiskey Draco had on his breath and she was so happy she felt her life was perfect (even though unbeknownst to her, her life was going to be a living H-E-double-hockey-sticks) after just that one kiss from the delicious Draco Malfoy.
The Hermione spotted her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weaseley, and she felt her flood of depressing events come flooding back to her. In a fury she stormed up to Ron and slapped him across the cheek.
"How dare your mother do that to my family? I never want to speak to you again Weasel!" yelled Hermione in a fit of furry and depression.
"What the bloody H-E-double-hockey-sticks did my mom do to your family?" Ron asked to Hermione's retreating back.