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A/N: I hope this turned out okay, and hopefully, no one's disappointed by the outcome! However, I don't think Hermione and Draco will get together too soon, but they will if you keep reading on. ;) Now… On with the story at long last!

Chapter Four… Drunken Awakenings

Draco's P.O.V.

Draco woke up feeling hurt and confused. He sat up and noticed to small bottles, and he decided to ignore them as he stood up. Suddenly, his head felt woozy, and he held himself up against the wall. As he turned around to take in his surroundings, he realized he spent all night in a closet. A closet with him and two empty bottles. Who else had been here?

Hermione.

He shook his head at his last thought and opened the closet door. The room he entered had trash everywhere. Napkins. Butterbeer bottles. Practically, the entirety of the school kitchen. Must have been a wild party, thought Draco. Why was I in the closet?

His thoughts rushed back to last night's events and remembered being shoved in a closet, and he knew he wasn't alone. But, who was I with?

Something in the middle of the room caught his attention. "My wand!" exclaimed Draco. How'd it fall out of my pockets?

Either way, he felt complete once he was reunited with it. As he bent down to reach it, he felt tempted to lie down and stay there. But, he knew if he did, he would have the hardest time getting back up.

The next time he saw Hermione in the halls, he felt extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't see a reason why. He made an effort to embarrass her often, so why the sudden turn-around?

And… Why was she looking at him like that? Like she knew something about him and wasn't sure if she liked it or not? He'd never seen her look at him like that, and he didn't know how to react to it. "Like what you see, Granger?" he sneered. Her expression suddenly changed to a hurt one. Quickly, she walked away with the Golden Trio.

"That was kind of mean," the voice inside Draco's head told him

"I always act that way with her," he replied in his head.

"Maybe you should stop," it continued.

Since when did I have a conscience? thought Draco, bitterly. Now's not the best time to go against myself. He then made a mental note to himself to try and be nicer to Hermione. Maybe then his conscience will leave him alone. Now, about that love letter…

Hermione's P.O.V.

"Curse the world," Hermione mumbled when she woke up. "Time to go back to sleep." And, she would have to if something wasn't tapping the window. It just wouldn't stop! "Argh!" screamed Hermione. Why is no one else in here? she thought as she rolled out of bed and made her way to the window. "An owl?" Hermione said to herself. She rested her head on the cool window glass for a moment before she opened the window, and the owl flew in. A realization dawned on her. The owl had a letter for her tied in a beautiful silk red ribbon. She took it off the owl's led and watched it fly away. "The letter shall wait," she said. With those final words, she fell on her bed and slumbered on.

"Hermione? Hermione…?"

"Mrgh…" she replied.

"Are you okay?"

It was Ginny!

"It's noon already."

Hermione opened her eyes and sat up. "I'm okay now," she said, stretching.

"You might want to—" started Ginny. "Who sent you that?" she asked, pointing the floor next to Hermione's bed. Hermione looked to where she was pointing and saw that scroll tied with a ribbon.

"I haven't read it yet," Hermione replied.

"Who's it from?"

"I dunno… Harry and Ron never send me letters like this, especially since they can just talk to me anytime they want."

"Do you think it could be a love letter?"

"Don't get my hopes up," Hermione joked.

"You're prettier than you think."

"Don't kid me, Gin."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Just open it."

Hoping that maybe it was a love letter, Hermione anxiously untied the ribbon…

Another note from me: I wrote this out in my journal… And, I honestly thought it'd be much longer than this! (it was 3.5 pages single spaced in huge spiral notebook…)

Hmmm... Draco's getting kind of soft hearted, isn't he?

"I am not!"

Oh… Hello, Draco…

"I'm going to tell these people not to review your story! I am NOT soft hearted!"

But Draco…

"Maybe I'll quit!"

But you're a figment of my imagination!

"ARGH! I'll be in my trailer!"

But you don't have a trailer…

"ARGH!"

The point is… you people have to review…

"Hmmf."

Shut up, Draco.