Draco turned over. His back and neck ached painfully. Why is my bed so hard. I paid too much for this mattress to wake up feeling like this. He tried opening his eyes but closed it when a shooting pain exploded in his head. "Shit!" Draco pressed to heel of his palms to his eyes to prevent more light from invading his over sensitized eyes. He sat up slowly, rotating his stiff torso and flexing his frozen fingers. He felt so cold.

When Draco could finally open his eyes without crying out in pain he tried to figure out his current situation. He was on the ground. Draco frowned. Why was he on the ground. He was sitting by a fireplace, and it wasn't his. And he was sitting on a pile of old scratchy blankets that were also not his. Then Draco tried to find his bed but instead of an ornate four poster bed he was surprised to see a simple twin sized bed, with a small blanket lump on top.

What the hell? Draco's head was spinning. Where was he and what happened last night. He massaged his temples and tried to remember but everything was a black fuzzy blur. Images started flashing but they were so blurry that he couldn't recognize specifics. Wait, something began clearing up. Blaise. Blaise!

Draco remembered seeing Blaise last night. That was all he could remember. "Blaise visited last night... I think." Draco mumbled under his breath. "What did we do?..." Draco shut up when he heard a moan from the bed. He couldn't remember how he ended up here, and he still didn't know where here was exactly. Draco reached into his pockets. "Where is my wand. Shit. I'm going to kill Blaise."

First things first. Draco needed to know where he was and who had set him up for the night. He stood up tentatively, using a nearby wall to help prop him up. When he was sure he wasn't going to fall flat on his face he started walking to the bed. Before he got too close his stomach began grumbling. He was hungry, starving in fact. Maybe the sleeping person could get him a meal.

Draco coughed.

Hermione rolled over. She waved her hand inadvertently using wandless magic to turn off her wards which were infuriatingly trying to wake her. Five more minutes.

Draco was about to cough again until he saw the nest of brown hair. A vertiable ball of frizzy brown fluff. Draco blanched. He took another look around the room. All around the walls stood bookshelves filled with books upon books. He desperately wished he was hallucinating and that this was all a dream or even a really bad acid trip. He didn't want to believe that he was in Granger's, Hermione Granger's, the golden girl's room. And that she had let him sleep on her floor while he had what, passed out drunk? Draco gagged.

Making sure he was leaving nothing behind he ran out of Hermione's room. He ran straight to his door. Draco grabbed the door knob and turned it, shaking the door frame violently when it wouldn't budge. "Shit!" He didn't have his key on him nor his wand, he was trapped out of his own room. He had to think of something quick.

oo0oo

Taking a leisurely walk around the castle Dumbledore was surprised when he was almost bowled over in the empty halls. He refrained from making a sound. Dumbledore just watched as the disheveled young man stumbled towards the dungeons unaware he had bumped into the old man. Dumbledoor tugged on his beard, silently chuckling at Draco's appearance. He would be putting this memory in his pensive. It's a special day when one caught a Malfoy less than impeccable let alone missing an entire shoe. Dumbledore chuckled again.

oo0oo

"Severus!" Draco bellowed, slamming his godfather's door open. He instantly regretted it when a hex barely missed his head. Draco turned his head to see a scorch mark on the door just three inches to his right. Draco threw his hands in the air and squealed. "IT'S DRACO!"

When Snape saw that it was just his annoying godson he slumped back to the floor. "Shut up and leave me in peace, before I hex your brains to the wall since you don't seem to be using it at the moment." Snape was sprawled out on the floor in front of his fireplace. The fire was still burning strong emanating enough heat to comfortably warm the half naked potion master laying on a luscious black rug. His gaunt back was crisscrossed with ropy scars, just looking at the other man clad only in black troursers gave Draco the shivers.

Listening to Draco's impatient pacing for several minutes finally irritated Snape enough to rouse him to a half sitting position. "If you're not going to leave me in peace tell me what is so important at six in the morning. And don't tell me its about a wench or no amount of begging will save you from my wrath."

Draco plopped down onto a nearby chair, cringing when he realized it was as comfortable as a rock. "I uh..." Draco stuttered when he noticed the copious amount of fire whisky bottles littered around the room. "...what happened last night?"

Snape groaned and laid back down. His head was pounding. He was getting too old for this kind of shit. "Are you telling me you have no idea what happened last night?"

Draco groaned.

Snape scoffed. When he saw his godson's fearful expression he couldn't help but release a malicious chuckle. "Then you have no idea what we did to you..." Snape chuckled again.

"The few things I can remember is Blaise, you, and something about a..." Draco clutched his head. "Oh, yeah a rudi, no a roopa, maybe a reefi? Oh sod it, I can't remember anything." Draco dropped his head in his hands again.

"I believe Mr. Zabini called it a roofie. Though its formal name is Flunitrazepam, very illegal in the muggle world."

"What does it do?" Draco gulped, Flunitrazapam sounded worse than the Horocruxes.

"Well for one thing it induces short term amnesia. As you can see for yourself." Snape smirked then he stood up languidly, like a predator cat. He walked over to the chair where he had draped his heavy robes. He wrapped the heavy wool around him, slowly buttoning it up.

Draco was afraid to ask. "What did I..." He gulped. "What did I do last night?"

"That is for me to know and for you to regret for the rest of your life." Snape reached into his robes and pulled out Draco's wand covered in a dark viscous liquid. "Great I'll have to get this robe deep cleaned. Oh here's your wand." Snape tossed the soggy piece of wood over to Draco.

Draco caught it reluctantly. "Uh thanks." Draco tried to wipe as much of the liquid as he could on his already soiled trousers. "Can you at least tell me what happened when I left and how I fell asleep in-" He was about to say Granger's name but caught himself in time. "And where did my room key go?" It was obvious Snape wasn't going to answer any of his questions about what they did last night, the last thing he wanted to do was incur the grouch's hangover wrath.

"Check the sandwich lying on the counter. And I have no idea nor do I care what happened after you left my chambers. Why did you wake up in a compromising position?" Snape asked nonchalantly.

"Sandwich?" Draco sputtered. Snape dismissed him with a wave without even looking up as he began cleaning his trashed bachelor pad. Draco closed his mouth and walked over to the cracked plate that held a molding sandwich. Draco groaned in disgust as he pulled up the top slice of bread revealing his key embedded in a putrid dollop of mayonnaise. What is it with my stuff being covered by nasty fluids. Draco gagged inwardly. Feeling a little unsure of himself at the moment Draco decided to help Snape clean up. He decided that after he got back to his rooms he would be owling Mr. Zabini, maybe even a howler, no that would be to juvenile for a Malfoy. He hated being kept in the dark. Then there was waking up in Her- Granger's room. Snape obviously didn't know about that but he wondered what the witch's motives were, or what had transpired between them.

He had woken up on the floor with no visible sign of attack, cursing, or hexing. She was peacefully asleep. He had blankets and a pillow. So it couldn't have been too bad. But it was Granger. Draco's guilt and pride prevented him from showing even a smidge of kindness to her, even when they were rooming just across the hall from each other. Oh gods he needed to do some damage control.

Draco made a to do list in his head. 1. Get cleaned up and have a big breakfast. 2. Owl Blaise and demand to find out what the hell happened to him last night. 3. Deal with Granger.

He decided that it would be best to deal with 1 and 2 before even seeing or talking to Granger, that meant avoiding her.

Severus nodded a silent thanks to Draco when they finished cleaning up. Draco had found his robes and missing shoe stashed behind one of Snape's bookcases. With everything accounted for Draco made his way back to his rooms. He wished desperately wished that Hermione had left for the great hall or was eating in her room, he wasn't up to his normal sneak mode.

oo0oo

Hermione was jolted awake by her dream. She shook her head trying to get the images of albino rodents out of her mind. "Ah!" She squealed. Then she remembered setting up Malfoy in her room last night.

Hermione twisted around, only to find a pile of mussed up blankets and a dying fire. "It seems the ferret scampered off while I was asleep." She did a quick visual check of the room to make sure nothing was missing. When everything seemed to be in place she jumped out of bed and began her morning routine.

Hermione had planned to deal with Malfoy that morning but his sudden disappearance made her retract her earlier sleep motivated decision. "Maybe it would be better if I just pretended it never happened." Hermione mused as she brushed her teeth.

Authors Note - Any guesses for the 'dark viscous liquid' in Snape's pocket?

Fun Fact: Roofies are also known as the date rape drug.

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