A/N: here we go. Wow, this is the fastest update i've done in a while. Haha.
After about a minute or so, she began to feel warmth seeping in from the bottom of her abdomen, and the pain in her head washed away.
"Oh my..." she smiled, her expression dazed and dreamy.
"Alright, that's my cue, you're in phase 2 of the potion's effect." Draco stood up to leave.
"Wait!" yelled Hermione, standing up after him. "You can't leave meee..." she sang, moving her head coyly to each side.
Draco snorted in a bit of disgust, and sighed. "Oh boy, I should have left before you downed the damn thing..." he muttered. "Granger," he grunted, this'll get the intoxication out of you by intoxicating you as much as possible first. So this means you'll be as drunk as hell right now."
"Ohh," Hermione cooed, "Aw, come on. It's not like you're going to do anything, and it's not like I'm going to do anything..."
Draco continued to walk away, as Hermione followed him, bugging him greatly.
"Good lord, Granger, go away!"
"oh MALFOY, you stupid prick, who knows what i'd do anyway when i'm drunk; In the muggle world, drunk people should never be left alone lest they doooo dangerous things, you knooow."
Again, Draco snorted.
Hermione made faces, trying to look cute and threatening at the same time.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"MALFOY COME ON MALFOY! MALFOY DRACO MALFOYYYY!" she sang loudly, half shrieking.
"Ugghhh! Shut up, Granger!" He covered his ears with his hand.
"WOOOOOH no I will not, and well if I will, if you'll leave, then i'll just keep shouting, WOOOOHHH!" Hermione laughed loudly.
"AUGH! FINE! GOOD LORD!!!!" Draco spat, exasperated.
Hermione burst into a fit of giggles and pulled Draco to the couch like an insistent toddler.
Hermione dances around with herself, as Draco plops to the couch, deciding to stay quiet. His strategy was to just pretend to agree to everything Hermione was saying until she sobered up and he could leave. He closed his eyes and put his fingers to cover them while he rubbed his own temples. "Boy, am I tired..."
"BOO!" Hermione peeked her head over his shoulder , and Draco looked at her from the corner of his eyes with a raised eyebrow.
Hermione jumped on the couch next to him, and begins to play with her hair. After a few seconds, she looks at Draco with her nose in the air. Draco looked bored and just nonchalant at that point.
She moves closer to him, face forward, but Draco still pays no attention.
"Malfoy," she whispered.
Draco lazily turned his head towards her, a bored expression evident on his face.
"Why aren't you taking advantage of me?" she asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow, confused, and then sneered.
Hermione laughs, and Draco smirks, moving closer to her, setting his face up aligned with hers.
"Do you want me to...?" he whispers huskily into her ear.
Again, Hermione bursts into a fit of giggles, similar to when he agreed to stay.
Draco rolls his eyes, and pulls away, gathering himself up to leave. "This is ridiculous," he mumbles to himself.
Hermione starts babbling all sorts of random things , and Draco continues to exit the scene. That is until he catches his name amidst the flurry of words, and realizes that she's started rambling about him. Draco hesitates for a bit, but glances over his shoulder to look at her.
"Oh sure, walk away, why don't you? Just because you're stupid little Draco Malfoy..."
Draco rolled his eyes, and kept walking.
"...stupid rich, powerful pureblood..."
He shakes his head as he takes further steps away.
"...just because you're handsome and have great hair, and a fairly nice physique and body structure..."
Draco stopped dead in his tracks. A coy smirk began forming on his face, and he turns around to Hermione, amused. "Is that what you think of me now, Granger?" He cockily leans against the wall, his arms crossed smugly and satisfied.
"Well, OBVIOUSLY," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Seriously, who doesn't?"
Draco forced back a laugh. There was nothing more satisfying for a conceited boy than praise from an alleged enemy.
"So who doesn't, Granger?" He cocked his head forward as he talked to her.
"I don't know, but well, I think of you that way, but of course I'll never tell YOU, because you're SUCH a stupid bighead of sorts..." This was starting to get fun for Draco. He was definitely enjoying this now.
He motioned back towards her, strutting slowly. "Now what if, Granger," he began, "What if I told you that I think you're... sexy...?" He said the last word enunciating the consonants fervently.
He could say whatever he wanted, and she'd say what she would in a drunken state of mind--- the truth, no doubt.
Hermione scoffed. "HA! Well, I'd say YOU were sexy..." she rambled, not even looking at him, her movements heavy and abrupt, her words distinctively coated with overconfidence and unconcern. "But I would NOT tell YOU that. Don't tell, okay?"
Draco drew even closer to her, and stood in front of the seemingly-crazy brunette. His arms still crossed, the smirk still glued on his face, he coolly dared to ask, "What do you think of me, Granger?"
Hermione's head seemed to roll around, but she promptly answered him. "I think you're a bastard. You," she said, looking at him lazily, "are just plain mean."
Draco's smile fell, and found himself surprised at the feeling of his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. He was confused, and had never really felt anything quite like this. Had his feelings actually gotten hurt? ...Did he even actually have feelings? (a/n: surprise, surprise, Malfoy has feelings!)
"I am not..." he scoffed quietly in a bit of defense, his folded arms now positioned to find comfort against his chest.
"HA!" she said loudly again, bursting into a little hysterical fit. "Well if you aren't such a jerk, then how come you never show anyone otherwise, huh?"
Draco's nose twitched, his face sour, like a little boy who sulked and feigned refusal while being lectured. He opened his mouth to speak, but found he had nothing to say. He sat down on the couch grumpily, as though throwing a mini tantrum.
Hermione's head hung limply, as she plopped down beside him.
They were both quiet for a while, and Malfoy saw that Hermione had closed her eyes.
He sighed, and shook his head, closing his own eyes.
"Malfoy," her voice quipped.
Draco looked at her, and saw that she still had her eyes closed. "What?"
"Why aren't you kissing me anymore?" her lips had moved to talk while her eyelids remained shit peacefully.
"What?!" he asked, a bit bewildered.
"You know..." she opened her eyes slowly, and looked at him. "...like you did in the bathroom. Why don't you kiss me anymore?" she repeated herself
Draco raised an eyebrow, and brought his face slowly to hers. His eyebrows were raised, and his lips were pressed together, his nose defiant at her. He opened his mouth, and in a soft, gentle voice, he said, "Oh my god, Granger, you're a horrible drunk."
"And WHY," she said suddenly, smacking his arm annoyed, ("OUCH!" Draco was caught off guard) "do YOU look so HORRIBLE!?"
"EXCUSE me?!" Draco had to admit he was insulted. His looks had always been his pride, and here she was, hurting it out of the blue, with no regard for reality at this point. If she was in her normal state, Draco would not have thought anything of it. But knowing her current state of mind (or lack thereof), Draco knew she was saying everything as she felt with honesty, and not out of spite or insult.
"I said you look bad! You look like crap, you're all pale and tired-looking. And lately, you haven't been around to be such an asshole!"
Draco felt his ears burn. "Why the fuck can't you keep your mouth shut for a bit, Granger? GOD!"
Hermione shrugged and rolled her eyes.
"What's with all these questions about me anyway," he spat in defense, "what about you, eh?" he paused. "What's with you and Weasley?" He said Ron's surname with detest.
Hermione looked at him blankly, and Draco felt a bit ashamed at his outburst. Hermione turned her head as not to face him, but opened her mouth. "We broke up." She said, suddenly calm and pensive.
"Obviously." Draco scoffed with a hint of sarcasm.
"I don't know." She replied again, monotone of sorts. "We had sex."
"Did you enjoy it." He spat, saying it with such spite as if he was actually jealous.
Hermione shook her head, again blankly. "It was weird. It felt wrong. Awkward." Hermione paused before she continued, "Ron's like my brother..."
There was silence between them for a few seconds.
"Do you love him...?" Draco asked. Again a pause of silence ensued.
Hermione's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, and she unexpectedly and uncontrollably began to cry.
Draco's heart sagged. Guilt encompassed him, and so did shame. He squirmed. He didn't like crying girls. He didn't like emotions at all. For the first time in his life, he sincerely felt sorry for Hermione Granger, and empathized.
He moved closer to her, hesitated a bit, and put an awkward arm over her to try to comfort the girl in tears. "there there... alright Granger, that's enough of that," he said, trying to sound gentle. Hermione continued to sob, and Draco felt uncomfortable in the position he was in. He removed his arm, but Hermione suddenly turned to him, and clung to him tightly, crying into him.
Draco was uneasy as he felt her shaking slightly into him. He decided to pat her on the back, and she became more subdued.
As she began to calm down, she sniffled as she wiped her eyes, and looked at him.
He looked back, with a half smile, looking a bit endearing. "erm. Better?" he asked.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes sad, tired, and yearning. She did not say anything, but 'answered' Draco as she abruptly brought her face to his, kissing him as Draco fell back in surprise.
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