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Draco POV

I woke up before I opened my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was that I was extremely uncomfortable. I frowned and opened my eyes to see what caused this discomfort, when I realized I had fallen asleep on my couch. Confusion rushed over me; since when had I ever fallen asleep on the couch? Then the previous night rushed back to me and I understood.

Oh.

It was Hermione.

I remembered that she had been so drunk and so depressed, that I just couldn't sit there and do nothing, so I had offered to let her stay at my flat for the night. I was now starting to question my own sanity. When Granger woke up, and got past her hangover, she would be…probably livid. I mean, first of all, she wouldn't have remembered even talking to me last night at the Leaky Cauldron, let alone remember that she agreed to stay the night.

I quickly got off my couch and went quietly to my room, where I led Granger to last night. I opened the door a crack, and she was fast asleep, still wearing yesterdays clothes. I momentarily wondered if I should take her wand, just so she wouldn't use it against me, but then decided that she would hex me even worse when she got it back.

My stomach growled, so I went to the kitchen to make some eggs , bacon, and coffee. Coffee would be perfect for Grangers hangover. I had to resist the urge to smirk at the fact that Hermione Granger would have a hangover. I resisted, because the only reason that she had gotten drunk in the first place was because that stupid weasel cheated on her. With three girls. While they were engaged. And a week before the wedding, no less.

I thought of the stupid weasel, as I started breaking the eggs for my omelet, and I was momentarily pissed off at him. Well…more so then normal. I always thought he was a worthless jerk, but now he was a worthless, lying, cheating jerk. It had been a well known fact in Hogwarts that the two of them would get together, just like Potter and the Weasley girl. I had honestly not cared, because their relationships were of no interest to me. And they wouldn't be now…if not for a drunk Granger last night.

As the coffee finished brewing and I put the sizzling bacon on a plate, I began debating different ways to try and contact Potter so he could come and collect Granger so that he could deal with her hangover, and so she wouldn't kill me when she finally woke up.

I finished making my bacon and cheese omelet and set it down on the table, when I wondered if I should try waking Granger up. She might be really hung-over…she probably won't even remember that she told me all of that stuff last night…she will probably hex me into oblivion…all these thoughts ran through my mind when, all of a sudden, a new horrible idea struck me.

What if she thinks I toke advantage of her?

For the record, I did not. I never would have. But, she wouldn't know that. I got up and started walking to my fireplace so I could floo either Blaise and Potter (Because Potter was her best friend and Blaise was mine, plus he was worked with her now. Some weird care for magical creatures thing…) when I heard a somewhat muffled and rough, "What the hell am I…? Where the hell am I...?" I silently cursed as I went to face the music.

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Hermione POV

I woke up feeling very comfortable. But I had an excruciating headache. I rolled over in bed and decided to sleep until the headache went away. Then the previous day started to come back to me in slow flashes… Zabinis' look of sympathy, The Daily Prophet, a bright red shock of hair, Ron's angry face yelling at me, a bar, several empty glasses in front of me, an unmistakable head of white/blonde hair. Malfoy?

I opened my eyes and sat up quickly, which was a big mistake, as it caused my headache to get worse and made me have whiplash. I didn't recognize this room. Right then is when I realized that the reason I was so disoriented was because I was very hung-over. I, for the life of me, could not remember last night. At all. Part of me even wondered if Tom had prepared this room for me to stay in whilst I was in my drunk state. Then I realized this place was just a little too nice to be a room in the Leaky Cauldron.

"What the hell am I…? Where the hell am I…?" I asked before the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee hit me. I slowly got out of the comfortable bed (I still didn't know whose bed it was) and went out of the room to see just where I was. I slowly creaked the door open.

"Malfoy?!"

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Draco POV

For the record, it wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. She had to run back into my room to grab her wand (See, you know it's a problem when Granger leaves her wand in a place she doesn't know) so I had the advantage. When she turned to run into my room, I turned and grabbed my wand. I quickly put up a shield as she ran back in with a furious look on her face and her wand aimed at me.

"What the bloody hell are you playing at, Malfoy? Did you kidnap me or something? Or drug me?"

I was momentarily confused, "Drug you?"

"Never mind," she huffed, "Start explaining. Now."

I sighed, trying to find the best way to explain. "Well…last night I went to the Leaky Cauldron. To have a drink after a very long day," I began, "and I saw you there. You had already had…quite a few drinks before I got there." I could see she tried really hard to remember this, and by the frustrated look on her face, she wasn't succeeding, "And…well, you told me a few things-"

"What things?" She interrupted, her voice a deadly calm that told me she had a painful hex at the ready. I shifted and made sure the barrier between the two of us was still strong.

"Well…" I edited the Hogwarts stuff and the brief stuff about me, "You said some stuff about Weasley." I informed her.

She froze, "Is…is that all?" Her face was like stone and gave nothing away.

Being Slytherian through and through, I lied to save my own skin, "Yea, that's all."

She breathed in slowly through her nose. I cleared my throat and she glared up at me, "Uhm, Granger? Do you want a coffee or something?" I cringed at my stupid question, but it's not like I could take it back now.

She looked really surprised and suspicious, but, after a while of contemplations, she replied, "I'll take that coffee to go."

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