Author's Note: So I originally intended for this to be a one shot, but now that I've finished my finals and I'm bored out of my mind I decided to add another chapter. Enjoy more drunken goodness, not that I'm endorsing booze hound tendencies.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters.

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When Draco woke up it only took a moment to realize he was completely upside down, and a quick inventory told him his head was edging towards the floor.

"Oh shit," was all he could manage to get out before he fell to the floor. Thankfully he landed on something rather soft, and quite protesting.

"Draco, get off of me!" Hermione yelled.

Draco rolled over and clutched at his throbbing head.

"Don't talk so damn loud woman," he groaned.

She reached over and punched him hard in the shoulder. "If you hadn't crash landed on me I wouldn't have yelled so loud!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. Just stop screaming at me."

She nodded in ascent and rolled over to look at him. "There's got to be a better excuse."

"Mm. Hangover potion now, talk later."

They both dragged themselves up off the ground and went over to the table. Hermione almost wept at the sight of the potion. They both poured healthy glasses and downed them quickly, sighing at the immediate relief.

"We have got to be the two cheapest drunks on the planet," Hermione muttered.

"Perhaps the second time around it was more letting go of our inhibitions than the alcohol."

"Hermione muddled that thought over. "Perhaps. How much do you remember?"

"Well…"

Hermione flopped down on the couch next to Draco and whacked at him half- heartedly with a pillow. "Just admit it Malfoy, you like kissing me. You think it's a rous… a ro… a really good time."

He gazed at her lazily and took another swig from the bottle in his hand. "Did I ever debate that one? No. I did not. I like kissing you." He pulled a face. "Though I'm not quite sure why."

She pouted at him. "That's not very nice."

"You'll get over it. Damn, out again." He hauled her up off the couch. "Let's go get some more."

"That's right! The portrait let us out because Ginny didn't know we were going to get drunk again so she didn't tell it not to. What did we do?"

"Well I remember that there was a lot more making out, and loads of giggling…"

She frowned. "I seem to remember that I wasn't the only one giggling Mr. Malfoy."

"I don't giggle." He frowned. "It's not manly."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say. Anyway…"

The same idiotic House Elf gave them a few more bottles and they headed back to their rooms, very slowly.

"You know, you're a lot more fun when you're drunk Hermione," Draco said as he leaned against her.

"I'll have you know that I'm very fun when I'm not drunk, I'm just not this… well loose."

"I like it when you're loose," he said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Well hello Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. And what are you two doing out and about this lovely night?"

Hermione and Draco stumbled around to face Professor Dumbledore.

"Hello Professor, we're trying to get back to the Common Room and snog some more." She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "Don't tell, but we're allowed to snog when we're drunk."

Dumbledore patted her on the hand and smiled at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Well that's nice. Why don't I help you two get back to your common room?"

"That would be very gentlemany of you Professor Dumbleydore," Draco said with a laugh.

"Oh God, the Headmaster saw us drunk, and had to assist us to our common room so we could snog some more. My life is over."

"Your life isn't over. He obviously wasn't upset if he just brought us back to our rooms."

She glared at him. "I don't care that he wasn't upset, I've completely destroyed my professional image. Dumbledore probably thinks that I'm just another silly twit…"

Her speech ended abruptly as Draco clapped a hand over her mouth. "First, everybody's allowed to let their hair down every now and then. Second, Dumbledore knows better than to think that about you. He's not completely daft."

She regarded him coolly then promptly licked his hand. Her mission accomplished, Draco cried out in disgust and wiped his hand frantically on his jeans.

"That was horrid! Why on earth would you do that?"

"You weren't about to take your hand off me. I took matters into my own hands."

He wiped his hand vigorously one more time. "Talk about losing your professionalism," he muttered then winced as Hermione slapped him upside the head.

"Don't be a git Draco."

"That's certainly not what you were calling me…."

As Hermione and Draco stumbled into their quarters Hermione let out a giggle.

"You know, if we're gonna keep doing this, I should give you a nickname."

"Are we gonna keep doing this?" he asked.

She ignored him and pressed forward. "How about pookie?"

He stared at her in disgust. "I don't think that one's good."

"Hmmm. Honeykins…"

"Hell no!"

"Hmm, well a lot of the other girls call you Sex God."

Draco puffed with drink enhanced pride. "Really? That's what they call me?"

"Mhmmm. Cause that's what you are, only you're MY Sex God now."

"Well that's quite a bit more flattering than me calling you the prat that you're being."

"I think it's ridiculous."

"Oh yeah, let's talk about ridiculous Mr. 'let's decorate for Christmas!' I seem to remember you parading around with tinsel hanging from your ears because you wanted to be a Christmas tree!"

"Oh yeah, well who's idea was it to choreograph a dance to a Weird Sisters song huh?"

"You are so insufferable!"

"That's not what you said last night," he said with a sly grin.

Her eyes shot flame as she glared at him. The knock on the door surprised them both and they shouted for whoever it was to come in and then returned to glaring at each other.

"Oh Merlin not again," Ginny said as she surveyed the fleet of empty bottles scattered around.

"So it would seem," Hermione said tersely.

"Why on earth would the two of you put yourselves through this again?"

Draco grinned wickedly before replying. "Well according to what Hermione told Professor Dumbledore, because we're only allowed to snog when we're drunk."

Ginny almost choked. "You told the Headmaster that?"

"Well I wasn't exactly in possession of all my faculties was I?" Hermione said desperately. "He wasn't angry."

Ginny eyed the two of them. "Is that really why you got drunk again?"

Draco looked at Hermione then turned to Ginny with a sigh. "I suppose so. We knew the only excuse anyone would take for us making out would be the two of us being drunk. We had plenty of hangover potion left so we figured, hey."

Ginny looked at her best friend and her drinking buddy with pity in her eyes. "If you two want to be together then you should just be together. If you're happy nobody will care that much. They'll tease you a lot for a while, but it can't be that bad."

"We haven't talked about any of this. We've been too drunk," Hermione muttered.

"Well I think you should. I'm going to go."

She turned around and left the room, shutting the portrait quietly behind her. There was silence for a long moment as the two of them contemplated the next move.

"I'm just going to lay it on the line, I enjoy kissing you. Lord knows you aggravate me sometimes, and we've only just recently become friends, but I'm game for giving things a shot if you are, without the liquor," Hermione said. "What do you think."

"I'd say that I'm definitely game as well."

She smiled and shook her head. "We're probably crazy."

"No we're definitely crazy, but like I said, everyone's entitled to their moments."

"Any other thoughts, like how we're going to tell our friends?"

"I think that thinking about telling our friends makes me think one thing."

"What's that?"

"I need a drink," he said with a cheeky grin.

Hermione's laughter echoed out into the halls where a smiling Ginny hadn't been able to resist listening to the conversation.

"I can think of a few people who may have the same reaction Draco," she said to herself as she walked off to leave the two of them to themselves.

Hermione was still laughing.

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