Only the characters and Hogwarts are J.K. Rowling's. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't endorse the rest of this...

It was one of those crazy, drunken nights we all hope to never have but happen just the same.

I had just gotten bad news about our corporation, and I just wanted to go out and forget it all. So I did.

There was a blur of shots and firewhiskey and butterbeer, and... well... it went a little hazy after that last glass.

There was a man. A dashingly handsome bloke with gorgeous eyes and an amazing smile. And my, could he dance.

I didn't used to be like this. At Hogwarts, I was the top of the class. I was the best at all I did, and I took pride in all of it.

Then one day I decided to lighten up a bit, so I did.

And this happens.

I rolled over in the bed, yawning slightly. My head pounded like mad, but somehow I felt good. I was smiling. That could only mean one thing...

I looked next to me for my confirmation. A yet-to-be-identified bloke was there in the bed with me, sprawled out, naked, and snoring quite loudly. I imagine he looked much more attractive when I decided to bed him.

So much for just lightening up.

He rolled over groggily, and I blinked just to make sure I was seeing correctly. Perhaps it was just that my beer vision hadn't quite left me. Yes, that must be it. It couldn't be...

"Mum, please, five more minutes," muttered the bloke, swatting at my hand when I reached for him.

I suppressed my laugh with the same hand. Yes, I supposed he must have been much more attractive the night before.

"Sir?" I said politely.

"Maria," he muttered, his eyes still closed, "for the last time, I've asked you not to come into my room when I haven't called you."

Then his eyes opened. "Oh."

Well don't we have lovely bed manners.

"Yes, 'oh,'" I responded. "Any idea how we got here?"

"Well, I have a hunch," he said suggestively through his sleepy voice.

"Well I figured as much," I replied. "Any recollection?"

"Not in the slightest," he responded, rolling over.

I tapped on his shoulder. "Who are you?" I demanded.

"Who wants to know?"

I bit my lip. "You don't know me either, then?"

"Not at all," he responded.

"And this doesn't bother you?"

"Not the first time."

I was speechless.

"I'm Hermione," I finally said. "Hermione Granger."

Well that got him moving.

"What?" he demanded, sitting straight up. "You have to be bloody joking me, right?"

As I had figured. "Malfoy, then?"

"Right," he responded. Then, "Damn, Granger, you've changed."

I laughed. "I see," I responded, not really knowing what else to say.

"Well, there's no way I would've... knowing..." He shook his head.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy," I said. "I wouldn't have done, either."

Neither of us spoke for a moment.

"Well then," I finally said. "I'll be going now?"

He just nodded.

I gathered my clothes in the most awkward of fashions. They were on, I'd wager, even quicker than they had come off.

"Later, then," I said quickly at the door.

He said nothing. As I closed the door, however, I heard: "Granger."

I reopened it and peered inside. "Yes, Malfoy?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

A/N: Hey everyone, that's it. Let me know what you thought of it. Thanks!