Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Sad but true.

So how was that chapter? I thought it went well. Still waiting on that block I was talking about before… has yet to happen . So while I was writing that chapter, I noticed they practically missed the entire day while swimming. There goes Hermione's perfect attendance record. I'm wondering if I should do a chapter with Ron or Harry or Ginny wondering what happened… Meh, I'll figure something out. Keep those reviews coming!

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Chapter 7

Hermione woke up tangled with Draco's body under the covers. She turned around to face him, stirring him awake.

"What time is it?" he mumbled dazedly.

"I think it's around seven…" she bolted up in the bed, sending Draco to the floor. "We missed the entire school day." She stared at him and laughed and his cross expression.

"I don't think that's any reason to send me to the floor." He said trying not to smile. God that laugh is intoxicating. He thought. He stood up and sat back down on the bed.

She looked at him and smiled. "You know, we could just camp out in here. I could conjure up a mini-fridge then we'd be set."

"A mini-what?" he asked.

"Ah yes, that's right. You didn't grow up in a muggle community." She flicked her wand a few times and a small white box appeared in the room. She walked over to it and opened it. "Mini-fridge."

Draco walked over to it and looked inside. There were different drinks and snacks inside it. "This thing is so weird!"

Hermione reached in and grabbed a butter beer. "If you think this is weird, you have seen nothing yet. I'm going to have to show you the toaster." Draco looked at her with a weird face and she almost lost her butter beer. "You have a lot to learn."

Draco grabbed a butter beer out of the fridge and sat on the bed next to Hermione.

"Yes well I never knew the muggle world. I didn't grow up in a muggle society." He took a few more sips of his butter beer.

"Don't be too happy about it. They've got stuff that would make you weep with envy."

"Ha! Nothing any muggle has could make me weep with envy."

"What about the mini-fridge?" she asked with a smile.

"I-" he stopped. Saying that he didn't care about it was like a mother telling her child she didn't love it.

Hermione just laughed at the puzzling look Draco had on his face. He looked at her shaking figure and flashes of his dream came back to him. He gave a quick shiver as he thought about his house master and what he did. Draco vowed he would skip potions from then.

"Damn I wish this was stronger." He said looking at his mug.

She looked at him with understanding. She knew what he was thinking about, and she wanted to forget it without wiping her memory. She flicked her wand at the fridge and opened it, grabbing two brown bottles out of it and handing one to Draco, who had chugged the rest of his drink.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's just regular beer. Tastes awful but is the most effective thing I can think of." She twisted off the top and took a swig of it.

Draco looked at it for a bit more and twisted off the top like she had. He took a swig of it and spit it out. "It's disgusting!" he shouted.

She chuckled. "Like I said. Worst tasting thing ever but it's better than remembering." She said with sad eyes. "I use the trick my dad taught me. You make it go to the back of your mouth avoiding the front of your tongue. That's where your most sensitive taste buds are."

He tried it. "Still there, but it's better."

They sat and talked, continuously drinking the beer. A giant pile began to form as they drank, almost no room was left on the night stand. They were laying against the headboard. Hermione had finished her seventh, maybe eighth beer when she looked over at Draco.

He's got such pretty features. His eyes are a nice blue. His hair falls perfectly. God I want to touch it. She thought. Wait. Why do I want to touch it? Isn't that like really weird or something? Meh, it looks really soft. She remembered back to their swim. God his arms were so muscular, so were his legs. But I expect that from most guys. And I'm pretty sure that he had a six-pack. God I want to touch that too. Would he be mad if I jumped him?

He looked over at her. Damn she's so pretty. He thought. Her hair is falling just right. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown. Wait, is there more than one shade of brown? Meh, I don't really care. God she looked amazing in the tub/lake thing. Whatever you call it. God, I so want her to jump me. I feel kind of drunk, maybe she'll let it slide. But I don't want to sound like I'm taking advantage of her. Aww, screw it. I'll give it a go.

"Hermione,"

"Draco,"

They spoke at the same.

"Go ahead." He said.

"Draco," she scooted closer to him. She leaned in, looking into his eyes. She kissed him with a passion so great Draco almost fell out of the bed again. He pressed in to her, causing her to moan with pleasure. She slid her hands down his chest and started to pull his shirt up when his breath caught.

"Hermione, you're drunk." He said with a slur. Maybe I'm the one that's drunk.

"I've had more alcohol in my life than you have had tonight. I have a higher tolerance than you, you're the one that's drunk."

"I- I'm not drunk. Malfoys' do not get drunk."

"Can you hear yourself?"

Draco thought about it. Well, now I know that I'm drunk. And if what she says is true, then she isn't. Meaning she wants this. I'm going for it.