General Crow, honey I'm SO GONNA ask: orange peels? a DUCK?! 4-inch, pink high heels? SEX?! EXPLAIN!
So... you're either gonna love me, or you're gonna find this anti-climactic.
twenty-six
Hermione snatched the bottle of firewhiskey from his hand, tossing it to the ground, to the pile of others, as she clutched Draco's jaw in her hand, looking into his blown, wide, grey eyes.
"You stupid, brainless, conclusion-drawing, drunken idiot!" she hissed, grimacing as she caught a whiff of alcohol on him.
"H - Her…" he slurred, blinking slowly. "You're… r - r - real?"
Hermione bit her lip. It seemed useless talking to him, right now. "You gonna remember any of this?"
He blinked, swaying slightly.
She nodded, gripping the back of his neck and tugging, planting her lips firmly over his.
Yay! Hermione reciprocates!
xAishwarya!