Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own any of the HP characters!
Notes: Thanks for the feedback :) darlinwolfgirl6, didn't even compare it to that movie until you mentioned it but suppose it is, except that girl had no previous experience with John Tucker. Love that movie though! Anyway, I know this chapter isn't that much longer than the first, but only wanted to put this much in this one, more interaction will follow in the next chapter.
A pounding in her head and the taste of sandpaper in her mouth woke Hermione early the next morning.
"Bleugh," she gagged at the smell of firewhisky in the room. Her stomach rumbled and she was absolutely parched. These two factors gave her the strength to throw back the blankets enough to free her legs. She wasted no time in throwing on the first clothes her hands found, as she had a feeling the energy keeping her standing wouldn't last for long. As she crossed the room to the door, she caught sight of Ginny asleep the wrong way in the bed, with her feet on her pillow, and Parvati asleep horizontally on the redhead's legs. She stifled a grin as her stomach reminded her of the night before, and she grimly made her way to the Great Hall.
It was just after 8am on the bright Sunday morning, and very few people had risen for breakfast at that hour. As she reached the Gryffindor table, a pair of slate eyes followed her move until her eyes caught his. He settled his gaze back onto his cereal as Hermione gingerly lowered herself onto the bench. She stomached a glass of orange juice, before laying her head down in the table in defeat.
"Rough night, Granger?" Her eyes snapped open, and the sunlight momentarily blurred her vision.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She sighed.
"Someone had a bit too much firewhisky last night, did they?" She glared at him. "You could have at least taken a shower to save us smelling the effects of it." Her eyes widened in horror, and she realised she'd never even given pause to brush her teeth before she vacated the dormitory. She swung around to reply to his smart comment, but found he was already walking out the doors of the Hall. Groaning, she laid her head down on the cool table again.
"Jeez Hermione, did you not think to make a hangover potion?" Ginny asked as she and Luna said down beside her. She gratefully accepted the vial from her friend, and downed it. The sting in her eyes and heaviness in her head began to ease immediately. The churning in her stomach turned to hunger and she began buttering some toast in earnest.
"So...we seen Malfoy talking to you," Ginny continued. "Starting already?" Hermione paused mid-chew. She gasped, as everything the girls had talked about the night before came crashing back.
"Ugh, why did you have to remind me!"
"Well, you did agree to it," Ginny reminded her.
"Yes, but I didn't really give it much thought last night, and we were all under the influence!" At Ginny's pointed look, Hermioned sighed. She knew she would at least have to attempt the task at hand. "Ok, I admit defeat. Tell me where to begin."
"Every relationship starts the same. Let him get to know you, or let him at least think that. Maybe sit beside him in class? Offer your help if he needs it?" Ginny suggested.
"Ugh I can't believe you are going to make me do this!" She moaned. She chewed her toast thoughtfully. "How did you escape from under Parvati?" Ginny giggled.
"Luna levitated her, and I managed to break free," Ginny said with a smirk. Luna smiled but continued with her breakfast. "I'd say she'll be one sick troll when she wakes!"