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CHAPTER QUOTE: "Unicorns aren't a myth, there invitation to the ark just got lost in the mail"

Because she took him in

Chapter 2: Still Not Getting Anywhere

She just couldn't believe it. When she left Hogwarts never in a million years did she think she would run into the 1 person who she despised most, which made 7 years at Hogwarts a living hell? She Looked down at no other then Draco Malfoy.

"Whothe-hell, wasgoingon?"The now identified stranger said alkwardly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hermione yelled at him, but he failed to reply. "What am I stupid or something?... Your drunk!"

Not knowing what to do next Hermione yelled at the unconscious Draco again. "Wake up you stupid moronic-git!"

"Sod off" He mumbled.

Still confused on what to do with him she kicked him in the arm, obviously, nothing happened.

Tired and now looking at her watch through the dim light, she sighed and put Malfoy's wand in the pocket of her robes. She preformed the levitating spell on him and walked through the door of the pub and up to the counter.

"Hi, do you have any rooms for one...I'll just throw this thing on the couch" Hermione said pointing to Malfoy.

"Yes ma'am we do, but if you don't mind me asking, does that happen to be Mr. Malfoy?"

"Er, Yeh, it is"

"He works 'ear to pay off 'is debt from when 'e was stain' 'ear"

"Really?" she said confused and surprised.

"Indeed 'e does" the man gestured for he to fallow.

"'e was kicked out 'is own house 'bout 6 months ago, I say… the poor chap"

They reached a grey dull door and stopped.

"That'll be 12 Galleons ma'am"

"Oh, right" she handed the man his money and he started off back down the hall.

"Nigh' miss"

"Night" she called back.

Opening the grey door, she walked in and took the levitating spell off Malfoy when he hovered over the couch. She stood back to take in her surroundings. There was a full size bed with Grey sheets and a grey pillow. There were two other doors which Hermione assumed were the closet and bathroom. There was a fireplace just diagonal to the window, where underneath Malfoy slept on an old, grey, couch that looked as if it was from the 1930's.

Now extremely tired Hermione quickly jumped in the shower and when she was done it was nearly 11:30. After she was dressed she came back out to check on Malfoy, he was sound asleep but she prodded him in the arm anyways. He made a small sound and rolled off the couch on to the floor with a loud thud. He sat up wide eyed and talked to himself under his breath, so quietly Hermione could not understand. She looked to him confused.

"Are you okay?" she asked calmly. All he did was babble something that was un-comprehendible.

"What?" she asked frustrated. Again the unknown came out of his mouth.

"Just spit it out already!"

Malfoy looked up at her and then swayed lightly. Before she knew it he threw up right in front of her. Assuming he felt better Hermione watched as he lay back down and fell into a deep sleep. She once again sighed and magically cleaned up the mess. She got into bed and turned off the bedside lamp, trying to take in everything that happened to he in the last hour….

A/N

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Preview of the next chappie:

(Chapter 3) Pointless Bickering

Hermione makes a proposition to Draco, (and not that kind of proposition, bad people, get those dirty thoughts out of your head!) But what could it be and why?