Hermione stared at the boy beside her. Oh Crap, Oh Crap, Oh Crap! She thought, as she noticed their absence of clothes. She nudged him, noticing fresh bandages on her wrist. He awoke and sat up immediately, looking at her with concern, "Are you okay?" He asked. It was only then that she realised how drunk she got last night. "Shhhh. What happened?" She whispered, gesturing between the two of them. He laughed until she slapped him. "Sorry. But nothing. I stopped you remember?" He whispered, and she shook her head. "How convenient. You were pretty hammered. I gave you a drink of Fire Whiskey, and then so did every guy at the party. You said I had a cute smile, I carried you to bed. You kissed me. You lost the dress, I lost my shirt, tie and waistcoat. Then I pulled back, You pulled me in again, I hurt my hand, and I bit your tongue." He said as if it ere obvious, as she sat there, mouth agape in shock, and red as a tomato in embarrassment. "But we didn't?" She gestured between the two of them again, and he shook his head. She nodded, taking it all in, before standing up, making a run for the on suite but falling on the floor. He heard her vomit and muttered a spell under his breath to clean it up. "You hurt your ankle. We should go to the infirmary. In fact your injury was the reason I gave you a drink in the first place. If I had known that you hadn't been drunk before..."
She sat up carefully, "I have been drunk before. Twice. Once at the Yule Ball, and once at the end of battle party. Now that I think about it, all three occasions were your fault." He feigned innocence, "Me? What did I do? Appart fromm doctor you and your injuries!" She stared at him as she spoke. "You spiked the punch at the Yule Ball, You had an open bar and pervert friends at the end of battle party, and you gave me the frist drink last night." He raised his hands up in defence. "First of all, Vectro Krume knew exactly what was in that punch - randy bastard - and It's not my fault my friends fancy you. A lot of people share that same opinion." She sighed, "You know his name is Victor Krumm. You're just saying that to be difficult, and you can choose who you're friends with." He smiled the smile he knew she loved. "And the third?" She looked down embarrassed, "Stop it Draco." He walked up to her, lifted her chin and said, "You're beautiful. And you best believe it! In fact, I'm gonna give you three minutes to realise it." He leaned in close ans she thought he was about to kiss her, until he said, "That's how long it will take to wash the alcohol of your breath." He smiled, kissed her head, and walked out the room.
She leaned on him as she limped to the infirmary, she could smell the toothpaste on his breath. "What happened to you? Sit down on that bed." Madam Pomfrey said pointing the pair to the nearest bed. "Hermione walked into miss, we both fell and I tried to catch her." Draco said, recapping the night's events. She sook her head disapprovingly. "You should have let her fall Mr. Malfoy. I told you, give it a good three days to heal. Did you? Of course not, and you've probably broken it yet again. You know what the problem with you young people is?" She babbled on and the pair shook their heads, "You think you're invincible" They listened to her lecture as she healed their injuries. "No what lesson do you have next?" She asked. They looked dazed until Draco groaned and muttered "Potions" Madam Pomfrey laughed to herself, "I have half a mind to let you go late without an excuse for your own stupidity, but nobody deserves to face Professor Snape's wrath." She handed them both a slip and they headed to potions.
"Why are you late? And Limping?" Snape growled as they entered the class room. "Long story sir." Hermione said as Draco handed him the slips. "Sit down. You will both return to class after hours to catch up on what you've missed." He said staring at Hermione, daring her to protest. Which she did. "But sir, we're barely 10 minutes late and I've already covered this subject. Twice." Snape walked towards her seething, "And you just lost Gryffindor five points. Twice." Ron chocked, "That's fiftee- ten points!" He spluttered and Harry sighed. "Consider yourself lucky i don't take more points for you stupidity. Sit down Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy and stop disrupting my lesson." He growled and tapped on the chalk board to regain attention.
Draco sat in the middle of Hermione and Blaise, having a silent argument with the latter. He passed the note back.
She likes me more.
Not true.
And yet I'm the one she kissed. On more than one occasion.
Once when she was under Mistletoe, and the other times when she was drunk.
She knew that you only had to kiss a hand. She chose to kiss me.
Yeh right, I bet you spiked her.
I'm appalled you think so little of me Zabini.
You shouldn't be.
You're just jealous because she likes me more. And I'll prove it.
How are you going to 'prove that?' Blaise asked curiously.
Watch...
He brushed his leg against Hermione's lightly and she blushed.
That just proves that you creep her out.
He touched her hand with his, moving it away slightly after and watched as she touched his back. That was on instinct.
Because she likes me!
Hermione stood up to grab the ingredients needed or the potion they were brewing. Draco followed her to the storage cupboard, "What are we brewing Hermione, I wasn't paying attention." She smiled, "Too busy swapping notes with Blaise? A weak lust potion." Draco stood defensively, "He was swapping notes with me!" He said, she just laughed and shook her head, "It takes two to swap notes." She handed him some vials which he took back to the table and sat down. He watched as she walked back to her seat beside him and began pouring in ingredients. "Is it finished?" He asked bored of stirring. "No, only one last thing to add though." She replied, also bored. She added the unicorn hair and the potion turned purple as he stirred it. "Let's see if any of you incompetent students have actually got this basic potion correct." Snape scowled as he walked past each desk and writing down a grade. "It appears only 5 pairs have got it right - judging by colour. However if you used the wrong amount of unicorn hair then it won't work. I'm placing an antedote on each desk. Try out your potions. Except for you Longbottom, can't have you exploding in my class room." He sat back down at his desk.
"So who's going to try it then?" Draco asked. Hermione shrugged and drank a spoonful. The slytherin looked at her curiously, "Has it worked?" He asked, she looked puzzled, "I can't tell." He smiled as he rested his hand on her knee, "How about now?" He smiled at her blush and sharp intake of breath. "Still a little hard to tell." She replied, and he slid his hand up a little higher. He heard her breath shudder as his hand moved. "Now?" He asked again and she nodded. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, serious. She shook her head and he slid his hand up higher - now mid thig before removing it completely. Her face fell for a moment until she placed her own hand on his leg. He shuddered at her touch. "Who's potion worked?" Snape asked the class. Draco, Harry, Blaise and their partners raised their hands. Draco's dropping slightly as Hermione moved her hand. Snape wrote down their grades before dismissing the class. Draco was the first out of the room.
"Hello Hermione." Theodore Nott said beside her, "Have you considered my offer?" He asked as they walked to the next lesson. "Your offer?" She replied confusion evident on her voice, "Oh yeh, I forgot you got rather drunk last night." He smiled. "I asked you to the ball, you agreed, and I offered to pay for your dress. Would you like me too, or are you still adament on paying for it yourself?" She blushed furiously. "So we're going to the ball together?" She spluttered and he nodded. "Yes, we had been talking all night whilst Draco flirted with my little sister." He lied. She stopped suddenly, "You have a younger sister?" She asked as she began walking again. He laughed, "Yeh, she's also a slytherin, in the year below. She's going to the ball with Draco actually..." Hermione felt her heart drop a little. "I can pay for my own dress thank you. I have to go. I have important research I have to do." She said as she fled to the library furiously. If Draco was planning on going to the ball with someone else, why was he being all flirty and whatever that was in potions. She mentally slapped herself for being so stupid, Of course he doesn't like you. Not like that anyway. She decided to head back to her dorm - no longer in the mood for studying and ran into a certain Slytherin.
"I guess you can't." Harry said, staring at Draco and Hermione both in the infirmary. "So what happened this time?" Madam Pomfrey said as she stared at the two clumsy students.