Hermione plopped down at the Gryffindor table next to Ginny, drawing a plate of eggs and bacon towards her. "Good morning!" She said brightly.

The redhead grimaced. She glowered at her coffee as if it had personally insulted her. "'S not working," she mumbled.

Hermione beamed. "What's not working?"

"The coffee. I still feel like there's a centaur stampede in my head."

Hermione sighed. "To be fair, you knew you knew you were going to have a massive hangover when you organized the Gryffindor end-of-exams party."

Ginny groaned and thumped her head on the table, narrowly avoiding the coffee. "I think some Slytherins might have snuck in from their party but I might have hallucinated it. Might've been a strip dance too. Should've been there."

Hermione slurped her orange juice, loud enough to make Ginny whimper. "Well, I had a lovely night. Draco was at his party- pity, I wanted to go over the Arithmancy essay with him- nonetheless, I finished it without him Then, I had the Head's common room to myself the whole night so I reorganized my books."

Ginny turned her head to look at her. "Why're you so cheerful?"

Hermione sighed again. "It's a beautiful morning, and I'm going to spend the rest of it studying subjects I love. Need I say more?"

Ginny squinted. "Didja get fucked?"

Hermione choked. "Goodness, no! Why on Earth would you say that?"

Ginny shrugged. "You have that glow. The 'I just got boned until I can't walk straight' one."

Hermione gave a trilling laugh "I have a feeling today is going to be a beautiful—"

An elegant eagle owl flew down to the table, a smoking red letter in its beak. Both the girls looked at it curiously. Actually, Hermione did, and Ginny looked like she was debating whether or not to skewer it.

"Fuck," Ginny cursed. "I'm going to murder Ron for telling mum I smoked."

"Is that-" Hermione began, but she was cut off when it burst open.

"HEY GRANGER!" The howler screamed. "I'M SO DRUNK RIGHT NOW. SO LIKE, I FANCY YOU, SSHHH. IT'S A SECRET. DON'T TELL ANYONE. SUCH A FEISTY GRANGER, SMART GRANGER, SEXY GRANGER— DAMMIT BLAISE, GIMME BACK MY QUILL. REALLY WANNA FUCK YOU—" Followed by some unintelligible mutters. "I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS IN ADVANCE, GRANGER." A smooth voice drawled.

"Oh god," Hermione whispered, her face redder than Ginny's hair.

She looked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy looked like someone had told him he had to give a speech naked, and beside him, Zabini who looked bemused.

"Bahahahahahaha—" Ginny burst out. "This is the best shit ever."

"Shut up, Ginny," Hermione muttered, elbowing her.

"Best howler ever," Ginny said, wiping tears from her face.