A/N: Sorry its taken so long to update - going through a rough knee-related/father being an idiot patch at the moment so I'm not feeling overly inspired with my writing. Thanks for the reviews, enjoy the, albeit brief, chapter.

Hermione shut the door behind Ginny and stumbled slightly drunkenly into her bedroom, that girl had a fondness for wine that was beyond natural. And being tired from studying and cooking didn't help. There was a bang as she kicked her shoe off and her mouth rounded in pretend shock. "Oops." Another crash. "My bad."

Her face screwed up in silent giggles as she undressed and slipped a black satin camisole on. She crawled into her warm bed, not registering that the bed was already warm and there was a rather large lump of man next to her. The last thought that passed through her pleasurably ignorant mind was that she didn't have to get up early for lectures in the morning.

Hermione groaned, the sunlight filtering in was making her eyes ache as they fluttered open. She tried to roll over but found herself trapped in someone's arms. Someone's muscular arms, someone that looked frighteningly like…

"Malfoy!" She screeched, and immediately regretted it as pain resonated through her head.

"Garrr…wha? Fuck…head…what? Shit…no…GRANGER?" If she wasn't so confused, Hermione registered that she would have been creased up laughing from the look on Draco's puzzled face, but right now all she could do was push herself away from him as he furiously attempted to do what could only be described as a combination of back pedalling and tangling himself in the sheets as he attempted to get away from Hermione.

A few seconds later there was inevitably a large crash, and Draco fell to the floor. The consequences of which were hilarious, in the process of escaping his roommate he had wrapped most of the sheet around himself, the remainder of it – which was attached to Hermione, promptly dragged her across the double bed as he fumbled around, to land on top of the baffled young man.

"Ugh…that was so not meant to happen." Draco looked up at Hermione where she lay entangled on his chest and pressed his thumbs to his temples. "Are you okay?"

She raised a delicate eyebrow and rolled her eyes. "Not particularly."

"Question."

"What?" Hermione heaved a sigh and rolled off Draco, which only caused his legs to land on top of hers.

"Is there any reason why I was in your bed?"

"Yeah, Ginny."

They were both staring at the cream coloured ceiling, afraid that if they looked at each other or anything else other than the bland colour it would cause their heads to explode.

"Pardon?"

"Ginny…"

"I don't think I quite understand."

"No, well, I expect that you wouldn't. Considering what happened." Hermione shrugged. "Can you reach my wand; it's on the bedside table?"

Draco frowned at her previous statement but none the less, reached behind him at a fairly awkward angle and managed to grasp her wand. Once it was in her possession Hermione took the trouble to vanish the sheet and stood up slowly, stretching. Draco smirked inwardly and took advantage of his position on the floor (he wasn't going to move until he lost the urge to vomit) to admire her figure – the camisole and her French knickers didn't do much to hide it.

Hermione kicked him in the stomach softly and he attempted to grunt in protest at the gesture as she disappeared into the living room, returning minutes later with hangover potion and Draco hoped, with answers to his questions. Sitting cross legged on the bed she watched him critically as he downed the potion but remained staring up at her.

"Now…explain, what did I do last night, and how exactly did it involve Potter's attached?"

"I have no idea what you did to get yourself in the state that you were in when you arrived here yesterday evening, but…"

"Zabini." Draco mumbled from the floor.

"Excuse me?"

"Zabini."

"Oh sorry, I didn't know that you, you know…swung that way."

Draco chuckled. "I don't, I was out drinking with Blaise."

"Oh right, okay. Well yes, that would explain the fact that you turned up here, greeted us, and promptly collapsed."

"Ah, classic." Hermione glanced down to see Draco smirking. "So where does Weasley come into the picture?"

"She levitated you in here, I don't think she knew which bedroom was which and my door was open."

"And you slept next to me because…?"

"Ginny's secondary part in the tale, she's fond of wine and dragged me down with her. I was probably too far gone to notice if there had been an ant on my pillow let alone you. Sorry." Hermione shrugged and stood up again, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind her. Draco merely raised his eyebrows at her abrupt departure and sighed as his eyelids fluttered shut – contrary to popular belief, the wicked do get their rest.