Author's Note

Thank you so much for reading!

A beautiful eagle owl tapped furiously on Blaise Zabini's bedroom window. It continued mercilessly until the man rolled out of bed and slammed the window open. "What, what could possibly be this important this early!" Blaise screamed at the poor owl.

It hooted angrily, thrust out his leg, and then tried to nip Blaise's hand as he reached for the letter. When Blaise removed the letter the owl flew over to the other side of the room, perching a top a book case, watching Blaise intently.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

- Malfoy

P.S. I am in no mood for your bull shit today Blaise. Tell me or I will come to your apartment and hex your bloody balls off. Permanently.

Blaise chuckled at the threat then clutched his head. "Gods, my head." He walked over to a nearby cabinet and downed a vial of hangover potion. His mind cleared a little but it still felt as if head was full of cotton.

The owl began to fidget and then proceeded to take a shit. "I suppose you're waiting for a response letter?" Blaise asked angrily. The owl hooted.

Blaise sat down at his desk. He shuffled the papers around until he found a clear piece of parchment.

Malfoy,

We got drunk. Really drunk.

I brought a muggle drug I bought from a sketchy muggle in London - a roofie. I said it was a date rape drug used to help muggles take advantage of stupid women.

You said muggle drugs were shit, couldn't do shit, weren't worth shit, etc...

I dared you to take it.

You took it.

You acted really funny and then passed out.

We didn't touch you.

When you woke up Severus kicked both of us out of his room and you stumbled away.

I went home.

Blaise

P.S. You dance like a cheap whore.

"Come here you stupid owl." The own flew down onto Blaise arm, his talons gripping uncomfortably tight. "Loosen your grip or I'll strangle you right here right now, I know you can understand me." The two glared at each other until the owl finally relented. Blaise finished tying the letter to his leg before chucking the owl out the window. "I hope you get hit by a plane!" He shouted after it.

oo0oo

Draco paced back and forth in his room. The window was opened wide, as Draco waited for his owl to get back. When he felt a flurry of wind he stopped pacing and held out his left arm. His owl alighted gently onto his master's arm. "Good boy Alucard." Draco gave him a treat which he devoured greedily. "You go rest, you must be tired from flying so fast."

Draco didn't even bother closing the window behind his owl before sitting down to read the short letter.

He read it quickly, throwing it angrily at the wall when he read Blaise's infuriating post script.

Barely ten seconds later, Draco reached down to pick up the letter and read it again. When he was sure that Blaise was not lying, Blaise never lied out right and the letter was too straight forward, Draco punched his pillow.

"Why the hell was I in Granger's room?" Draco screamed at the air.

oo0oo

Class was to start in a week and Hermione still didn't feel prepared.

Professor McGonagall had her re-read the same transfiguration text books that she had as a first year. It was unnecessary since she had memorized them even before she first got on the train. She had taken excessive notes on the texts as well as Professor McGonagall's class syllabus with religious zeal. She had her own class syllabus planned out a month ago, modeled directly from Professor McGonagall's.

When she had asked Draco a few days ago he didn't even know what a syllabus was.

Hermione groaned. No, she wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and shake the stupid blond ferret that had invaded her thoughts and now refused to leave her alone.

Ever since the night before she couldn't stop remembering the drunk, sleepy, and very vulnerable Draco who had stumbled into her room.

She even made sure to get her sheets thoroughly washed in hot water by Dobby himself before she put them away.

Hermione shook her head so violently that she was slightly disoriented as she turned the corner.

"Merlin's Beard!" She screamed as she fell on her tail bone the second time in two days. When she opened her eyes she saw the one thing she had been trying to avoid all day.

Draco stood frozen. He had accidentally knocked Hermione to the ground, he was barely fazed. Had she gotten shorter? Draco thought.

He held his hand out to her, which felt strange and very uncharacteristic of him.

"Granger?"