"No I can't do this, it's wrong. I'm not going to trick them, I'm just going to have to decide which one I like more and hope that they like me back." She said nodding - as if still thinking it through. Theo shook his head, "No Hermione, It's a great idea, think about it. What could go wrong?" He poured his slytherin charm into each word. But yet again she refused, "No it wouldn't be right to play them." He smiled despite his defeat, "Of course Hermoine, however, if you change your mind..." He let his sentence trail off as he left the room. She picked up her diary.
Hey, you there?
After waiting five minutes and receiving no reply, she decided to rejoin the party.
"I know for a fact that she fancies me!" Blaise said. Draco shook his head, "Why on earth would she fancy you, When I'm right here..." Draco asked smirking. Zabini shook his head, "Please, I'm italian. You get Bello and Bella mixed up..." Draco's smirk fell into a frown, "Bloody Reprocussions!" He said frustrated. Blaise laughed, "Watch out, you sound like Weasley." Draco looked shocked, "I am NOTHING like that Weasle. He is poor, and stupid and. And Gryffindor!" Blaise smirked, "may I remind you that Hermione is also Gryffindor, a muggle born and the brightest witch of her age?" Draco smiled and nodded, "Well they do say opposite's attract." The Italian laughed " - and yet it would appear that you and Weasley are opposite's as well..." Draco shook his head violently, "No! No. You see because. Because he's a... PUREBLOOD!" He smiled on victory, "Now if you don't mind, I've got some explaining to do." With that the blond left his room in search of Hermione.
He saw Theo leave her room as he paced the hall, practising what he was going to say. "Hermione, I only did it as a joke. Nope that won't work. I did it because, it's true and he's just so closet that he feels the need to lash out. Nope. No more lies! Hermione baby. Too cheesy! Hermione, you don't see the way he looks at you some times. He claims to care, that it's more than just lust, but all I see when he's staring at you, is hunger in his eyes. And you deserve better. You deserve someone who has come out from the dark, and into the light for you. Who has changed everything about their lives, who handed his own father to Askaban for you. Maybe Ginny is right though. Maybe I am the bad guy - in which case you deserve someone like Blaise, Who stayed at the sidelines. Or even Ron. He left you when it got tough, but other than that he has always been on the side of good and I'm willing to let you go because I lo- OUCH!"
Hermione pushed open the door and walked out, deep in thought - Not seeing the Slytherin pacing the hall. BANG! She walked into him and they fell to the floor hard. He made a move to catch her, but his hand was still saw from the night she decided to break it, he dropped her almost immediately and lay sprawled across the floor howling. Hermione tried to use the wall to stand back up but the moment she shifted her weight onto her right leg she fell back down. Harry stared at the pair, both laying on the floor, tears in eyes. "Can you go one day without incident... Please?" Their guests were now staring at the two, and Hermoine realised that her dress had ridden up as she slided down the wall. She dragged it down, her back moving up the wall so she could get it past her butt. Draco stopped howling in pain and instead fell - metaphorically of course, seeing as he was all ready on the floor - about laughing. She leaned on her right leg again and failed to pull her dress down, "Draco, can you help please?" He nodded, wiping a tear from his eye, "Yeh sorry. It's just too funny. You would be laughing if I did it..." He crawled forward and lifted her up - dropping her as the pain in his hand reminded him of his injury. Blaise stepped forward, and offered his hand to the 'Damsel in distress' But Draco pushed it away, stood up, and attempted to lift her once more - this time - with more success than before. He placed her on one of the sofa's and sat beside her.
"I think I should go to the infirmary." She said looking down at her swollen ankle. "Does it hurt?" Draco asked sympathetically. She nodded and he handed her a glass of Fire Whiskey. She drank it curiously, "What is this gonna - I feel funny." She smiled. He looked over to Harry, "Has she never gotten drunk?" He asked the Gryffindor, afraid of the answer. Harry thought for a minute before nodding. Draco sighed in relief before Harry added, "Once or Twice." He slammed his hand into his head, then howled in pain. "Your Hand is BROKEN! It would do you well to remember that." Harry said before kissing Ginny under the mistletoe. Draco looked back at Hermione to see some boyse offerring her more drinks. This was going to be a looooong night.
4 HOURS LATER.
"Come on Hermione please? For me?" Draco pleaded for the Gryffindor Princess to put her glass back down. "Only if you do that cute smile." She answered, her finger pointed at him. He smiled to himself, Cute? He thought. "OKAY! YOU WIN!" Hermione shouted. Draco clamped his hands over his ears, "Stop shouting Hermione and I'll smile again." She clapped her hands like a child. He smiled for her as he picked her up into his arms, ignoring the pain and carried her into her room. Laying her down on her bed he went to place a small kiss on her forehead as he said goodnight, but was instead greeted with her soft, plump lips. She pulled on his tie, dragging him closer as she kissed him again. She licked his lip, begging for entrance, to which he fully obliged. She lifted her dress above her head, laying on her bed in her underwear and pulling Draco in for another kiss. It wasn't until he realised that she was undoing his buttons that he pulled back. "Hermione, You're drunk. You don't really want this. Well, maybe you do, but not now." She leaned forward, wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him again, leaning back again.
He stumbled at her action and caught himself on her bed. He bit her tongue, as his hand connected with the bed, causing him to fall on her, "Ouch! Draco, what was that fo- oh yeh, you broke your hand!" She laughed at him, whilst he just glared back. Pushing himself back off her and throwing his loose tie on the floor. He made to leave to his own room - probably to die of embarrassment, when he heard her soft, quiet voice break through the laughter. "Can. You please. Stay with. Me?" The laughter stopped and he stared at her. She continued. "I'll probably sleep for longer. But i'll still have nightmares. They scare me Draco." He saw her eyes filling up with tears. "I don't have any pyjama's or anything..." He trailed off. She nodded in agreement, "It's fine. I just don't want to be alone." He nodded, stripped to his briefs and climbed in beside her. Eager for her hangover to strike in the morning. "I really do like you, ya know Draco." She said as she fell asleep. "I really like you too." Draco smiled, kissed her forehead - successfully this time - and went to sleep.