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"We're finally going to have sex," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. "It's about damn time, all this sexual tension between us in the past."

"That's not what I meant when I said 'get you into bed.'"

He paid her no attention. "We can even play Healer and patient if you're into that sort of thing Granger," he smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "I must say, I've wondered about you," he told her, "more than once."

"Oh my–"

"Here we are!" he said as they stopped at a door. Draco fumbled around his pockets for his keys. They were in his left pants pocket but he was having some trouble. Finally, Hermione got so annoyed she reached into his pocket and took them out for him.

"You are eager to get into my pants, eh Granger?" he said as he tried to unlock the door. He jiggled the key into the door for a while and finally managed to get the damn thing open. Before she knew it, Hermione was pulled inside Draco's flat.

She stood there looking around for a moment until she found his lips crashing down onto hers. It was a sloppy, drunken kiss, and yet for some reason, Hermione just couldn't bring herself to pull back. Draco finally broke the kiss, much to Hermione's relief, as she had started running out of air. The man has excellent lung capacity.

After he caught his breath, Draco swooped in for another round but Hermione managed to pull back before he could reach her. Unfortunately for Hermione, she tripped and fell back onto the couch a few feet away. Draco took this as the perfect opportunity, and the next thing Hermione knew, he was on top of her.

He kissed her neck tenderly and Hermione couldn't lie, it felt good. But there was no way she would let it go any further than drunken kissing. Hermione had drawn the line when Draco started blowing in her ear.

"Draco, what are you doing!"

"Seducing you," was his simple reply, as he went back to her ear until she stopped him.

"Well don't. You are not seducing me, we are not going to sleep together, and we most certainly are not playing Healer/Patient!"

"But why not?" he asked dejectedly.

"Why not? Because you're pissed drunk, that's why!"

"Oh, I don't care about that," he told her.

"Well I am not going to sleep with you in that condition," she told him firmly. He was still on top of her, but she wasn't uncomfortable which was good, because Draco made no effort to get off of her.

"Ooooh, I get it!" he said, "You're afraid that my performance won't be up to par because I've had a little too much to drink." Only Draco Malfoy! "Shall we just reschedule for another time then?"

"I don't thi–"

"What is it you want, Granger?" he asked her, "What is it you want? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down."

"You've been watching too many old movies," she told him.

"You didn't answer my question."

"What I want is for you to get off of me so I don't die of asphyxiation!" Hermione yelled. Draco finally got it and rolled off of Hermione. He was laying next to her now, so that Hermione was sandwiched in between Draco and the back of the couch. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place (or a sofa and a drunk if you will). Draco was making himself comfortable and Hermione didn't move when he draped his arm over her waist. "You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take something."

"Oh of course, a little aspirin will make it all go away."

"Hey Granger, where can I acquire some Vitameatavegamin?" Where does he come up with this stuff?

"Draco Vitameatavegamin isn't real," she explained.

"Yes it is! I saw it on the television."

"I'm sure you did but–"

"Hello Friends, I'm your Vitameatavegamin girl. Are your tired? Run down? Listless?"

"Draco–"

"Do you poop out at parties? Are you unpopular? The answer to all of your problems is in this little bottle."

"There's no such–"

"Vitameatavegamin. Yes, Vitameatavegamin contains vitamins, meat, vegetables, and minerals. Yes, with Vitameatavegamin you can spoon your way to health."

"Draco it's not–"

"All you do is take a big tablespoonful after every meal. It's so tasty, too. Tastes just like candy. So why don't you join the thousands of happy peppy people and get a great big bottle of Vitameatavegamin tomorrow. That's Vita-meata-vegamin," he finished, complete with the wink.

"Alright Draco, we'll get you some Vitameatavegamin tomorrow."

"Perfect. Then we can have sex."

"Well, as long as we have a plan," she said sarcastically. The sarcasm was lost on Draco though.

"Do you like the night time, Granger?"

"I suppose so."

"I like the night time," he told her. "For a dreamer, the night's the only time of day."

"Are you a dreamer, Draco?" she asked him.

"I used to be," he sighed. He then started to belt out the song (Night Time Is) The Right Time, by Ray Charles, badly. "Do I love you? No one above you, hold me tight," at which he did indeed, hold her tighter. "And make everything all right, because the night time, is the right time, to be with the one you love now." When he was done he kissed her on the cheek, still holding her a little tighter than when they started.

"Draco, are you alright?" she asked.

"I feel Fine, Granger."

"Well, then I should probably get going. It's getting late you know." Draco, instead held her closer.

"Don't," he told her, looking straight into her eyes. He was slightly panicked. "Don't leave me. Please," he begged her. "I can't lose you too."

"Draco, you're not going to lose me," she assured him, "I promise."

"That's exactly what she said too and look what happened."

"She?"

"She didn't deserve to die. My father chose this life. I chose this life," he said, "but she didn't. She didn't chose any of it!" His mother, of course. "She should have been here, with me, today!"

"Today?"

"It was always just the two of us. The house-elves would pack us food and we'd have her birthday lunch on the grounds of the manor, while father was out. And then once he got home, he'd whisk her off for an evening out, but she always said the best part of her birthday was lunch with me."

The tears were slowly streaming down his face and Hermione wanted nothing more than to brush them away, but didn't. He needed to let it out. "And now she's gone and it's all my fault and I can't do a damn thing about it." Hermione laid there next to him, his arms around hers as he cried into her shoulder. She didn't say anything; she didn't know what she could say to make it better. "I can't lose you too. You're all I have left. Before you walked into that bar I was waiting to die, but then you gave me a reason. Please, Hermione, I need you."

"I'm not going anywhere, Draco. I promise," she said as she stroked his hair back. Moments later Draco fell asleep in Hermione's arms. She laid there holding him, think about the phrase in vino veritas until she too, fell asleep.

Surprisingly enough, Draco was the first to wake up the next morning. His stirring had awoken Hermione as well. When she opened her eyes, she found a puzzled Draco Malfoy staring down at her.

"Granger?" he said holding a hand to his temple. "What are you doing here?" Hermione thought about it for a minute.

"What," she said with a shocked look. "You mean you don't remember?" she asked him. "And here you said I was special." Draco was clearly taken aback at her words. The realization in his face was too much and Hermione could barely take it.

"You, you, you, mean, we, you, you and I, both," he stammered, "last night?"

"No, actually, we didn't thanks to me." Hermione could tell he was relieved and didn't know whether to feel insulted or not.

"So what did happen?"

"Well, you kissed me, badly I might add, got on top of me when I fell on the couch and blew in my ear. I refused to have sex with you and then when I tried to leave–"

"When you tried to leave, what?" he asked her curiously.

"When I tried to leave," she said, "I was worried about you so I just decided to stay and make sure you woke up alright this morning." Hermione wasn't quite sure why she didn't tell him the truth.

"So all we did was kiss then?" By now they were both sitting up on the couch.

"Yes." He thought about this for a minute.

"But I was drunk?"

"Very."

"And you didn't stop me?" he asked.

"We didn't have sex!" she yelled at him.

"No, I mean, you didn't stop me from kissing you." Hermione face turned slightly red.

"You were quite determined." He held up an eyebrow.

"I can't believe you, Granger," he said, shaking his head at her.

"What!"

"You took advantage of me," he said with a wicked smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

"I did no such thing!" Hermione exclaimed. How insulting!

"Yeah, yeah, say what you will Granger. You and I both know the truth; can't say that I blame you, really."

"Draco Malfoy you are by far the–"

"Best night you ever nearly had."

Author's Note–I got such great responses from the last chapter I was really anxious to get this one up. I started writing it and it just flowed. I think it's one of the funnier chapters so far, but there is still that little bit of drama. I wish there was a 'Romantic Dramedy' category, because I'm pretty sure that's where this one fits. If I get too fluffy let me know because I really do try to keep Draco and Hermione as in character as possible.