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Hi there this is my new fic called, we went our separate ways, hope you like and please review.

Chapter 1 - That night.

It was May 31st and that only meant one thing to the 7th year class at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, yes Graduation.

Hermione Granger had been head girl for all the year, she had been in charge of the younger students and had to set a example, but earlier that morning she graduated and was no longer head girl, since the train would be coming for them the next morning, June 1st.

The ceremony had been extravagant, all 7th year students and their parents had been present, Hermione's parents had never been so proud to see their daughter when she gave her speech.

But now Hermione was no longer a student at school and since it was their last night the whole 7th year class was having one huge party in the great hall. Younger students were only invited if they were going with 7th years that's how Ginny and Luna were at the massive party.

Everyone was having a good time, Harry and Ginny went to the party together, as usual and Ron and Luna were together too. Hermione was alone, but she was use to it since her 4 best friends had 'hooked up' as many a student called it.

Every student who was leaving was at the party, all dressed in their normal clothes, the ones from muggle backgrounds were dressed in typical 18-year-old muggle clothes and the wizards and witches were dressed in their wizard attire.

All the students were too drunk to see who they were dancing with, if Dumbledore was to come in now he would see Slytherins with Gryffindors etc, it looked like they had all gone in favour of house unity, but really every one was too drunk to care about prejudices and just danced with anyone available.

Hermione was dancing with a group of Hufflepuff muggle-borns.

Hermione was dressed in black trousers and a tiny white top that clung to her curves that was just above

her belly button revealing her twice-pierced navel at the top and the bottom. It was strap less that made it reveal her phoenix tattoo on her right shoulder blade, she wore white shoes to match her top and her hair, now straight rested on her shoulders. She was dressed similar to the muggle girls and the boys including Harry and Ron wore jeans and a nice shirt.

Ron had not been so keen to show up in lace again so he decided to go with what Harry was wearing.

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The party was in full swing and Hermione had been drinking since she got there about 3 hours ago. She decided to go back to her room and sober up. She saw her friends and decided to leave them having fun.

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"Home early" came the drunken drabble of Draco Malfoy

"And you" she plopped her self down next to him on the sofa. Draco seemed to move closer to her, but she couldn't be sure

because she was very drunk and felt really sick. The room was spinning for Hermione.

"Want a drink?" she asked Draco was seemed to be dropping asleep. Hermione produced the bottle of vodka she took from

the party. She passed Draco the bottle after taking a swig of it herself. He took the bottle and drank a huge amount of it neat.

Draco placed his hand on her knee. Hermione looked at it and been totally drunk she placed her hand on his and moved it

further up her thigh. Draco leaned over and with his other hand he cupped her face and brought his lips upon hers.

Hermione placed one hand on the back of his head and the other on the top of his belt, she began to un-buckle the belt.

Both were aware what was happening, but both were too drunk to want to stop.

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Basically this chapter was about a drunken romp, i think we can all remember the first time something like this happened.

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"Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up an realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection.

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