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WARNING!! There is a somewhat clichéd and sorta overused situation towards the end. Sorry, but I liked it. Suck it up. Don't flame me about it.
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XXXXXHermioneandGinnyXXXXX (Headed towards the party in the RoR.)
It was nearing 8:30 and Ginny was leading Hermione to the Room of Requirement under false pretenses when really she was just taking her to the party.
"Some little first year is stuck to the wall with something similar to a permanent sticking charm. I think awhile ago you told me the counter spell, but I forgot." Was her brilliant excuse, which wasn't all that brilliant to begin with. But Hermione, being the trusting person that she is, bought it completely; hook, line, and sinker.
"Oh, that's so terrible!! Who would do such a thing to a poor first year?" Ginny sighed in mock sadness. "I don't know, but it really is terrible." They reached the corridor that they had to walk by a couple of times and Hermione began to recognize where they were.
"Umm Ginny, why are we over here? Didn't you say the first year was in the dungeons?" The younger Gryffindor froze, caught in a trap that she hadn't foreseen.
"Well technically yeah. Around the dungeons was where I saw the first year before he was stuck to the wall. Whoever did this to him probably came from the dungeons and chased him here." Hermione just shrugged, finding no reason to not trust Ginny.
"Odd." Ginny murmured. "I could have sworn he was on this wall." She walked by it again and appeared deep in thought. Ginny had started out acting convincingly, but her charade was slowly fading.
"Maybe he was saved by a random upperclassman. Oh well. Hey will you come into the Room of Requirement with me?" Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and looked at her friend calculatingly.
"I'm sorry Ginny, but that's not the way I roll." It took her awhile to get it, but when she finally did, her ears turned red, similar to how Ron's did and she slapped Hermione playfully on the arm.
"No not like that stupid. I need to check something." Hermione didn't buy it for a second. Ginny was as see through as Spell-o Tape sometimes. But instead of arguing, she shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Sure, why not?"
The two walked in to find utter darkness. Ginny wasn't surprised, but Hermione was. "What's going on?"
"SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" The lights flicked on and Hermione saw all of her friends and acquaintances from every house, excluding Slytherin of course. Hermione's face split into and ear-to-ear grin. So what if they were a day late, she had never had a surprise party thrown in her honor and she was truly touched.
"Thank you all so much!" She turned to Ginny. "I thought you forgot."
"No silly, we could never forget your birthday!"
"We?" Hermione felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around. Ron and Harry had sidled up behind her, and both wore looks of shame.
"We're sorry Hermione."
"Yeah Hermione, we are sorry. I guess we sort of...overreacted. We probably should have waited for you to explain before we got all mad at you." Harry said coherently. He was always better at apologies than Ron.
Hermione smiled. "It's ok. I promise I will explain everything later."
"Yeah you better." Ron grumped. Ginny shot him a withering look and he quickly corrected himself. "If you want to of course; there's no hurry." Ginny left Hermione to mingle and walked over to the kegs of Butterbeer and bowls of punch next to the table of presents. She smirked and took a large jug out of her robes and slipped it into the punch bowl. Ginny Weasley had a plan, and a very devious one at that. As long as Hermione didn't know it was her idea and her Firewhiskey...it would work perfectly. Taking a cup, she poured a generous amount of the spiked punch into what would soon be Hermione's drink.
Ginny searched for Hermione and finally found her in a discussion with Neville about the Herbology. "Here you go 'Mione. I got you some punch." Hermione took it gratefully and drank it down.
"This is really good. What flavor is it?" Ginny shrugged.
"I don't know. I got it from the kitchens."
"Well whatever it is, it's really good." She gulped the rest of it down. "I think I'm going to get another one."
"Ok Hermione, you do that." Ginny watched as she walked back to the bowl, already starting to sway tipsily. "She can't hold her alcohol can she?" The remark wasn't meant for Neville's naïve ears, but he heard it anyway and his eyes widened.
"What was that?" Ginny flashed him a dazzling smile.
"It was nothing, Neville. So did you see the Cannons play the Monarchs? I heard that the Monarchs creamed them."
About 2 hours later found Hermione in a very drunken and hazy state. Mingling for her had stopped a long time ago. Now she was just was just stumbling around and smiling at those who shot looks of pity and surprise her way. Nobody could believe that Hermione Granger, one of the two soon-to-be heads of Hogwarts, was drunk. But they all knew how she'd feel in the morning, very crappy.
"Hey Ron!" Hermione slurred, walking towards Ginny.
"Hermione, I'm Ginny. And if you weren't in a terrible state I would feel completely insulted."
"Oh. Right. Well the stuff you brought to drink...it's really good. I feel bad for everyone who hasn't had any yet. HEY!! I know. I'll bring some to that one guy...you know in the snake house..?"
"Malfoy?"
"Yeah, him!! I'm going to see if he wants to come to the party and have some punch."
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yes Ron, I'm positive." Hermione said and sauntered towards the door.
"I'm Ginny!!" She yelled, but it fell onto deaf ears. "It'll be a hell of a miracle if she even makes it to Malfoy without passing out." Pointing her wand at Hermione's back, Ginny shot a spell so she would regain enough of her right mind to find her way to the Slytherin dungeons.
Hermione was approaching the library, while on her way to the dungeons and as soon as she was in front of the doors, they slammed open and smacked Hermione on the head and she fell to the ground. Who came out but Draco Malfoy of course?
"Oh I'm sorry about that." He said, offering his hand to the person whom he had hit. When he saw it was Hermione, he looked as if he was going to take back his hand, but he kept it there, waiting for her to take it.
"'S alright." She slurred. "Hey can you help me? I need to find Maco Dalfoy. Oh no that's not right is it? Umm Draco Malfoy. Yeah. Do you know where I could find him?"
"He's right here." Hermione looked around stupidly.
"Where? I don't see him. Is he behind you?"
"No. I'm Draco Malfoy."
"Oh ok."
"So..?"
"So what?" Draco was getting really frustrated with her; he had no idea why she was acting like this. It didn't even occur to him that she would be drunk.
"SO what the hell do you want?"
Hermione adopted a look of hurt on her face. "Is that any way to treat a lady?" She hiccupped. "Fine then; if you're going to be like that, then I'm leaving." She turned around and started walking back the way she came, but she stumbled. Before she could hit the ground, Malfoy caught her, and a whiff of her breath. He cringed. "Eurgh. What have you been drinking??" Hermione smiled.
"This really good punch that Ginny got for me."
"Are you drunk?"
Hermione just giggled. "Nooo. (Hiccup) Of course not!! (A pause) So what if I am? Bugger off!! It was my freaking party!"
"Mmhm, and how much of this 'punch' did you have?" She held up her middle finger. "That many." For some reason, Hermione found that oddly hilarious, and she burst into uproarious laughter while Draco just groaned. He didn't even know why he hadn't walked off and left her there. He didn't smile at her joke. "Gosh Malfoy. I was kidding. Gosh. I only had about 5." Hermione said as she held up three fingers.
"Yes, and that clears things up immensely." Draco muttered sarcastically.
"WHAT?? I couldn't hear you!!" Hermione all but screamed into his ear.
He smirked at her. "You can't hold your alcohol for crap can you?" No answer. Hermione's body went limp and Draco looked down. She had passed out in his arms. "Damn . I should just leave her here and see what happens." He thought about that for a moment. "No, she would definitely not be safe here; Gryffindors' Princess in an area where anyone could get her."
Malfoy thought for a nanosecond before a smirk lit up his entire face. If I do this, she will flip out in the morning. That will be priceless. He took her to his private rooms and laid her on his bed while he took the spot next to her, purposely scooting closer to her than he should. I can't wait until she wakes up. This will be so funny. Malfoy took his wand and pointed it at her next and whispered a couple of spells. He laughed to himself again before he fell asleep.
It couldn't have been more than two hours later when Draco heard groaning from Hermione. He looked at her curiously. Tears were slowly streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry." Hermione felt Draco's arms around her, and stiffened. Draco froze. She can't wake up now. It will ruin the whole effect! Hermione soon relaxed and she wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and kissed him longingly. What the hell?
The way Draco saw it, he had two options: a) he could shake her off of him and wake her up which would ruin his plan, or b) kiss her back until she fell asleep. With a wicked inner laugh he kissed her back, evenly matching her passion. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him all the while fighting a winning battle of tongues in her mouth.
Hermione jerked away from him as if she had been burned and the tears returned to their steady path down her cheeks. "I'm sorry Ron...I really can't do this." While she slowly drifted into an even deeper state of unconsciousness, Draco laid there, still holding on to Hermione, very much appalled and somewhat aroused. What the hell was that? The Weasel? What happened between them? Merlin..." Draco, confused thoughts and all, fell asleep, with the feel of her breath in his hear, and the memory of her kiss in his mind, even though he so desperately wanted it out.
XXXXHermioneXXXXXXXXXX (In Draco's quarters the next morning.)
Hermione woke up to find that she didn't recognize where she was. All she saw was green and silver. Oh frick. Green and silver are Slytherin colors... She looked down at her body and saw arms around her waist. What the hell happened? Do I even wanna know? She happily noted that her clothes were still intact. Was I drunk or something? Inebriated or not, it is nice to know that I am not that stupid.
Hermione tried to sit up but her head pounded and she lay right back down. How did this happen? Wouldn't I have realized what I was drinking? She vaguely remembered Ginny giving her a glass of punch. Then it dawned on her. Ginny. "I am going to freaking kill her!"
Draco stirred. He was well aware that she had been awake. He was just biding his time, pretending to be asleep until the perfect moment...which was now. "What did you say love?"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "What in the HELL did you just call me?"
Draco (supposedly) looked genuinely confused. "Love? What's the matter? Don't you remember what you promised me last night after we shared a wonderful night of love and passion? You told me that you loved me and you promised me that would never leave." There was no such promise, but Draco was having too much fun to stop. Hermione's eyes widened and she jumped up. "What the hell is going on? What happened last night?" Draco burst into laughter and tears streamed down his face as he clutched his sides for support.
"Nothing. You appeared drunk off your ass last night and I decided to save you from humiliation in front of your posse of Gryffindors by keeping you in here overnight. Of course, I DID have a hidden motive...but hey, who doesn't anymore?"
Hermione looked at him with utmost hatred. "I loathe you."
Draco's grin faltered. "That's not what you said last night; especially after you came onto me." His face broke out into another large grin. She didn't realize the truth of his statement.
"Shut up. Just shut up! Stop lying to me. I did no such thing and you know it." Hermione leant down and slapped him across his left cheek. Malfoy's expression darkened.
"Don't you EVER hit me again."
"Gladly. I never want to be within hitting distance of you again." Hermione took what was left of her pride and marched out of his room.
TBC…
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