For a day, she didn't catch sight of Malfoy at all. Padma came to her office to give her the forms to fill out and later came to give her more. However, the next day, Malfoy came strutting in with his debonair face on.

"Hello Granger," he said. "I was busy with work the other day, so I sent Padma to give you the forms."

"I see. Well, they're all done. Would you like them back?"

"Padma also told me a certain interesting little detail about you too," he continued, making himself comfortable on a chair.

Hermione raised a brow. "What kind of detail?"

"That you don't remember anything that happened in the latter part of the after party."

"Oh." Hermione was silent for a moment.

"Would you like me to—"

"No, no. Please don't."

They were silent for a moment longer, till Draco stood. "Well then. I guess nothing has changed between us."

"Not according to me."

Draco nodded and stood. "Well, let me just say, then, you were quite a drunken companion, and it's a shame you don't remember what happened afterwards."

He put his hands on her desk and leant his face forward till their noses were almost touching, his eyes locked onto hers. "And I've got a secret," he whispered with a smirk. He paused for suspense, before whispering, "I was in the hotel room with you."

Hermione closed her eyes, her worst fear confirmed, and she dropped her head down onto her arms. "Gods," she muttered, and Draco went behind her and rubbed her back.

"I wouldn't say it was a terrible experience at all," he said, and Hermione mumbled something else. "What was that?"

Hermione raised her head up and looked at him. "Can you leave now?"

Malfoy raised his brows and took his hand off her back. "Whatever you want." He put his arms around her, and looked down at her with a smile. "Let me just get these papers," he said softly, gazing into her eyes. His eyes flickered down to her lips, and he leant in and pecked the corner of her mouth. His smile widened and he grabbed the papers with his grey eyes never leaving hers, then left.

"It was just one drunken night!" she yelled, throwing a paper weight after him.

After fixing her door, Hermione sat at her desk with her face in her hands.

"I can't believe myself," she murmured over and over again. "How could I have slept with him? He's Malfoy! What did I do last night?"

A sudden idea made Hermione's face come up. 'Why didn't I think of it before?' she thought to herself, and glanced up at her clock. It was almost six, almost the end of her work day, and she quickly finished filling out the forms Padma had brought her awhile ago before closing up her office and Apparating to Diagon Alley.

At her flat, Hermione set up her new Pensieve and retracted the memory containing the after party at the pub, and set about to view it. She was going to see what had happened if it was the last thing she did.

Hermione was at the pub, drinking and watching her coworkers dance ridiculously. Malfoy joined her and sighed, watching the spectacle behind them.

"Those girls really need to learn how to dance."

"I agree," Hermione said, and finished off a shot.

"Hey Hermione," Ron said on her other side, faintly slurring. "Let's play a drinking game."

"Ron, I don't—"

"Sounds like a fine idea, Weasley! And those don't come very often from you. Come on, Granger, let's play."

"Malfoy, don't you get sucked into this silly idea too."

"It'll be fun, Granger! We could play Truth or Dare, twenty questions, the alphabet game…"

"How do you know all these?"

Draco just smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know. Come on, Granger."

"We were actually going to play Empty the Cauldron. We've got a lot of the drinks in a cauldron already."

"Fine. Come on, Granger, don't be a prude."

"Malfoy, I swear, if you call me a prude one more time I'll—"

"Cad. Prude! You're a coward."

"Malfoy! For goodness sakes!"

"Hermione, come on! It'll be fun, I promise!" Ron whined, and Hermione rolled her eyes and finally sighed.

"Fine. I'll play your stupid game."

Ron grinned and put his arm around her shoulders and led her to a large table where Harry, Susan, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Zach, Justin, Michael, Anthony, Terry, Katie, Theo, Adrian, and Padma were sitting. Dean was currently drinking from one of the numerous glass bottles in the large, but shallow, cauldron.

"So how do you play?" Hermione asked cautiously as she sat between Draco and Ron.

"We pass the cauldron around full of the drinks and you pick one and drink as much as you want before passing the cauldron on. The person who empties the cauldron is the winner, and the person who drinks before the winner is the loser," Ron said with a grin.

"The loser has to buy a drink for everybody to put in the cauldron, and we play all over again," Terry Boot added from across the table. At that moment, Terry was handed the cauldron, and he took a long drink before scrunching his eyes up.

"Firewhiskey."

Hermione put her head in her hands and groaned. "This is such a stupid game!"

"It'll be fun once you get the cauldron and get pissed out of your mind, Granger," Theodore Nott said from Draco's side. Adrian Pucey laughed, and Draco smirked at her.

"You'll be an interesting drunk, Granger," he stated, and Hermione scowled at him.

The cauldron came around to her, and she took a long sip of mead before handing it to Malfoy. He took a long drink from the last bottle of Firewhiskey, but couldn't finish it off. Theo did it for him, and everyone cheered.

"Go buy our drinks, Malfoy!" someone called, and Draco grumpily acquiesced. Hermione grinned. There could be some fun to be had in this game after all.

Hermione played the game with her mates and the former Slytherins for three or four more rounds before Susan finally passed out. "Who knew Bones was such a lightweight?" Justin slurred with a laugh, and Hermione laughed along with him, even though he was making fun of her friend.

"Who wants to take her home?" Blaise snarled (gods he was a mean drunk), and Justin shrugged.

"I will. Later." He sipped the Firewhiskey in his hand.

Hermione laughed. "I'm going back to the bar," she slurred happily, and stood.

"Granger! What the hell?" Malfoy exclaimed. Hermione had stood and had been so unsteady she'd fallen into Malfoy. "You all right?" he asked humourously, helping her stand straight, as Hermione laughed.

"I think you'll have to stick with me and make sure I don't fall," she said, and Draco chuckled before taking a swig from a bottle.

"My pleasure."

The two stumbled to the pub, Malfoy holding her most of the time to keep her walking in a straight line, and they sat on the stools heavily.

"I want to stand again," Hermione exclaimed, and stood, making Malfoy stand with her. She giggled. "You smell good," she commented, and he smirked at her.

"Thank you. Your hair smells good too." Hermione laughed.

"You know I don't get drunk a lot," she said. "I just wanted to let you know."

"So I'd presume."

"So how's life Malfoy?"

"Life's all right. Busy. What about you?"

"You are really attractive. What did you do to make yourself so attractive?"

Draco laughed. "Must thank my mother and father for that."

"And God. Gee, I feel pretty swell."

"Swell?"

"Yep! Swell. You know I always wanted to play an instrumt, but I didn't get to 'cause I came to Hogwarts. And plus I suck at musical stuff."

"I thought you were supposed to be good at everything."

"No. Funny that I'm so good at school but not in…instrumts."

"Guess you can only be good at one thing, eh Granger?"

Hermione laughed. "You're funny! You're charming and attractive and funny. How do I not fall in love with you?" Hermione exclaimed, and Draco smiled down at her.

"I wonder."

"I want some more," Hermione stated, and placed her empty bottle of mead onto the counter. "Get me some drinks, Malfoy."

Draco hailed down the bartender. "Can I get some Firewhiskey, a bottle of mead, and two shot glasses?"

"Right away, sir," the bartender said, and left.

"Do you think it's illegal for a bartender to drink on the job?" she asked, lazily looking up at her companion.

"Probably. You can't have a drunk serving other drunks well."

"True." Hermione leant into Draco, closed her eyes, and sighed. He put an arm around her and rubbed her arm.

"Tired?"

"No. I'm listening."

"To what?"

"Everything. And your heartbeat." Hermione raised her head up and smiled. "It's fast."

"It beats for you, my dear," he drawled, and the drinks came with the glasses. Draco poured them both shots from their preferred drinks, and raised his. "To friendship, dear Granger? And maybe something more? Let's put the past behind us, for once."

"I already did that," she slurred with a grin. "But okay. Cheers!"

They clinked cups and drank. Hermione began coughing and spluttering dramatically and held her throat.

"Bloody 'ell, what was that?"

"You probably got my shot. No wonder my shot wasn't so strong," Draco laughed.

Hermione just laughed with him, and he gave her a strange look before pouring himself some Firewhiskey.

"You're funny," she said.

"It's true."

"What do you like better? Firewhiskey or mead?"

"I prefer Firewhiskey."

"Oh. I like mead."

"So I presumed."

Hermione giggled again. "Why aren't we sitting?" She sat on the stool and Draco sat next to her.

"Because you wanted to stand." He drank a shot and poured himself another.

"Oh yeah. Thanks for the mead."

"My pleasure."

"My pleasure, my pleasure, my pleasure!" She drank the mead straight from the bottle.

"Are you mocking me?"

"I'm just repeating you! Give me a kiss, Malfoy. I wonder what it'd be like to kiss you."

He gave her a strange look mid-sip from the Firewhiskey bottle. "What?"

"Kiss me!"

Draco took a sip from the bottle and looked deep into her hazy brown eyes. "Okay."

He leant forward, but Hermione laughed and pulled her head back. "Too slow!" She laughed again and continued giggling even as she drank more mead, spluttering it all over the place.

"Granger, you are such a tease!"

"And you are too adorably funny," Hermione giggled, and Draco smirked.

"Why thank you."

"My pleasure," Hermione said in a deep voice, obviously trying to impersonate her blonde companion, and she laughed. "I sound like you!"

"Yes, exactly like me."

"You're drunk."

"So are you."

"But why do I feel more drunk?"

"I'm a calm drunk. You are not."

Hermione laughed. "I wish I was a calm drunk." She suddenly stopped laughing and became solemn, staring at the dancing crowd.

After a few minutes, Draco looked into her face. "Do you want to dance?"

"No," Hermione said with a sigh. "I'm not that drunk."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm practising being a calm drunk," she stated, and Draco chuckled before taking another sip of Firewhiskey. "Am I doing well?"

"You're doing very well."

"Well."

"But you're boring when you're calm."

"I'm not boring!" Hermione exclaimed, and Draco cocked a brow at her.

"Yes you are."

"No! I am not!" She stood indignantly and would have fallen over if Draco hadn't caught her. She was laughing, and Draco shook his head, laughing at her.

"You are so pissed!" he said, and Hermione continued laughing.

"I am not!"

"Yes, Granger. Yes you are."

Hermione leant against him again, her laughter diminishing. Finally, she sighed, and his arm went back around her to hold her again.

"Your heart beat is fast!" she said. "You know hummingbirds' heart beats beat 200 times a second? That's really fast!"

"Yes, it is."

Hermione grabbed her bottle of mead and imbibed the rest of it quickly. She frowned at it and shook it upside down.

"Malfoy, buy me another drink!" she slurred, and smiled up at him. He just chuckled and took another swig of Firewhiskey. "Did you know that Firewhiskey also enhances courage?" Hermione said off-handedly. Draco smiled down at his wellied coworker.

"That it does, love," he said before leaning down and kissing her.

Hermione dropped her empty bottle onto the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck, responding passionately.

They kissed for a long, long time. Malfoy, it seemed, could not stop kissing her, and Hermione just responded fervently to his lead. The bartender looked like he dealt with these things every night, and a few drunks at the bar threw their bottles at them. "Get a room!" they yelled, and Malfoy finally pulled back to look at her.

"Want a room?" he asked, and Hermione gave him a lopsided grin.

"Whatever you want, baby."

Draco smiled brightly and kissed her again before paying for the bottles and grabbing her hand. They went through the crowd of drunks and party-goers, and waved goodbye to their coworkers before slipping into the night.

They walked a long way, stopping to snog here and there before Draco groaned. "I can't wait," he stated, "And we're both too pissed to Disapparate."

"I'm fine," Hermione drawled, and Draco kissed her.

"Right. You're one of those drunks that get splinched." He looked around through bleary grey eyes. "Come on, there's a hotel over there," he said, and Hermione laughed.
"Yay for hotels!" she exclaimed as Draco led her to it.

They stumbled through the lobby and got a room. Hermione kept giggling as they took the lift to their room, and whispered into Draco's ear, "I feel like we're being sneaky and bad."

"We might be," he replied with a smirk, and Hermione giggled.

"I don't feel like we're being bad."

Draco just kissed her again.

The lift arrived at their floor, and this time, Hermione led him to the room and had trouble opening it before she finally succeeded and pushed him in.

"There's only one bed!" Hermione shouted, and jumped on him, making him fall onto it, and snogged him madly. They spent most of the night shagging, laughing, and snogging before both finally fell asleep, exhausted, him near the foot of the bed and buried underneath the covers, and Hermione comfortably on the right side of the bed, her head on the pillow.

The memory ended, and Hermione, now mortified, could barely believe what she had seen.

"We shagged!" she exclaimed to her empty room, and screamed in frustration.


A/N: This has been the longest week for me yet, so busy and boring. And it's supposed to be summer! Well anyhow, I've updated a longer chapter than the last, keeping my promise to update every week, and now you all know the full story of the drunken night. Please review! It'll make my day and perhaps make the next week shorter for me just knowing that people are actually reading my story! Review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! -LoVeDoNtHaTe