I must be seeing things. I must have drunk too much alcohol.

I saw her there, in the middle of the dance floor. Her hair whipping back and forth along with her head.

No. I only had two shots of whiskey. I can't be that drunk.

But am I really seeing her here? Is she really here? In a bar. At the middle of the week.

I drank my third shot of whiskey and I started to walk toward her ignoring the women that keeps on trying to catch my attention. I only have my eyes on her.

"Granger." I said as I stopped behind her.

She stopped dancing and faced me. She wore a shocked expression when she saw me.

"Malfoy?" Her face now masked with a questioning look.

"The one and only." I said with a smirk.

"Wha-What are you doing here?"

"Why drinking of course. What else would I be doing here? In a bar."

"Uhm. I- I... I think I'm gonna go." She said and began to walk away for the dance floor.

"No you aren't." I said as I caught and held her wrist.

She looked at me once again and asked "I'm not?"

"No. You're going to drink with me first."

"And why would you do that?"

"Because, my little good Gryffindor, I'm pretty sure your friends will be thrilled to hear that their goody-goody two shoe friend, is here partying, at the middle of the week."

"Black-mailing me, Malfoy?" she said with a smirk that almost competes with mine. "It wouldn't work you know. They'd never believe you. And besides, if they were to believe you, I bet you they'd be happy. Happy that their bookworm friend is finally out partying, even if it is at the middle of the week."

I opened my mouth to say something but nothing seems to come out. The great Hermione Granger outwitted me once again.

"You should close your mouth, Malfoy. You might catch a fly." She said then walked out of the dance floor. Her figure disappearing on the flood of people inside the bar.

'Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught' I thought to myself shaking my head.