OMG! OMFG! (Yes, I did steal that off you Silenthandmaiden) I have so much to say!

Firstly, sorry to all of my reviewers, you had to wait ages for me to update… It was holidays, and then the 6th HP book came out and I was reading that… Sorry.

Secondly. You need to tell me if you still want me to continue this. I have an idea for another DM/HG story, set after Hogwarts, that includes the 6th book. Tell me if you want me to switch.

Callouts:

More than you can Handle: Well, I haven't updated FOR LIKE EVER! So we're equal. Mental people are fun too.

Chygirl: I didn't exactly update soon… sorry.

Justmaybe: Sorry, but you're a bit off the mark there… my idea's heading in a directly opposite direction. Wow, your reviews are always so long. You write the most out of all my reviewers. I don't like monkeys, but wild dogs sound cool, I went on a safari to Africa and we saw a mother and six pups, it was sooo cute.

Wiccan-witch88: It's all coming… Malfoy's letting slip a few details. Just wait for the attack of the Trelawney believers… oops, I said too much.

Parody-of-an-angel: OMG. I swear it was underscores… My shared account name is Lila and Tari; I'm sharing it with Tari Lossehelin, a.k.a. Katie Williams from school.

BubblePopElectric: I love Tink too. My parents and friends think my obsession with ferrets highly unusual. Nothing I write will ever be as good as Lost.

Tera McCaslin: Why don't you have any baked beans? I love baked beans.

Chadick: I'm updating as soon as possible.

Simpleness: I have like six favourite stories that keep updating, not including actual books I'm reading, and I always get everything mixed up and have to re-read everything to work it out. So yes, I know how annoying reading a lot at once is. I'm much better, thank you.

DaRkFaNtAsYwRiTeR07: Thanks.

Silenthandmaiden: Well, If you did die suddenly I feel very sorry for you. But then you'd be dead, so you wouldn't know I'm writing this…

Miranda: I guess I could… Wait, did I?

Cassandra Cheney: You were my first reviewer ever. That's for your support.

LadyMalfoy730: I am.

Ronniekinzluvr: Lost is pure brilliance, I don't blame your sister in the slightest. New readers are always appreciated.

Xyume: Now you'll find out.

Maria Casey Weasley: Another new reader… Wow, I have a lot of fans…

Selenes Song: Yes that would be horribly mean.

Phantominhell: My throat's much better now, thank you.

Xputteckx: I will, have, whatever…

Danish Pastry 28: Cliffys are fun to write though…

Sexyslytherin27: I wouldn't send it to you… I'd keep him for myself.

FaeRie Fire: Was it that mean? Poor you.

Shelm: I'm getting there…

And now for the long awaited and much anticipated 13th chapter…

(Drum-roll please…)

Chapter 13: A spell of bad luck.

The two students turned around suddenly, the noise breaking them from their trance. They turned just in time to see their favourite potions teacher leaving the room in a rush.

There was only one word for it.

"Oops…" Hermione mumbled quietly. Meanwhile Malfoy has so far said all the swear words he knew and had now converted to making his own. Hermione moved to the other side of the couch. The short disruption had helped to clear her head. "We have to get rid of the beer." She announced suddenly. "Before he comes back with McGonagall."

"Well what do you think we should do? You are the genius. Or at least you were…" Malfoy replied darkly. His world was about to end in ten… nine…

"Help me levitate the box out the window." Hermione said suddenly. "We can put it on the roof." Malfoy looked at her like she was mad. "I'm not insane. If we put it out of sight on one of the towers we can get rid of it later. The teachers aren't about to check the roof are they? They have more important things to think about."

Malfoy smirked. "Yes, like why their star pupil's gone bad."

"Ha Ha, very funny." Hermione mumbled darkly. "Are you going to help me or what?"

Malfoy came over to the window where Hermione had moved to and begrudgingly got out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." He said without much enthusiasm. Hermione rolled her eyes and added her spell. They slowly hovered to box full of bottles out of the window. "Now where do we put it?"

"Over there." Hermione pointed to one of the visible towers. Malfoy groaned.

"All the way up there?"

"Yes."

OoOoOoOoOoOo

"Why the hell did you need my help anyway?" Malfoy asked; annoyed as the box accidentally fell ten metres. He and Hermione were currently halfway out the window and no where near getting the box of beer bottles onto the roof of the tower in front of them. To add to the suspense, Snape could come back any second now.

"Because, We are both half, if not totally drunk, and I suspect neither of us could us magic properly if our life depended on it. Two spells should make it easier." Hermione explained. Even alcohol couldn't stop her from being her usual know-it-all self.

"This is easier?" Malfoy groaned. Hermione shut her eyes suddenly and turned a funny shade of green.

"I feel sick…" She mumbled. She stood back from the window and leant against the stone wall of the common room. Her spell was cut short, causing the box to start plummeting to the castle grounds below.

Malfoy let out a string of curses.

"Bloody Hell Granger! What the fuck was that for!" He said crossly. He looked down at the smashed glass, sitting in the middle of a grassy field, in plain sight of anyone walking past.

Hermione's eyes shot open and she glared darkly at Malfoy.

"Do you want me to throw-up on you!" She demanded. The colour had returned to her face slightly. "Unlike you, getting drunk is not one of my hobbies. I'm not used to this sort of thing."

"You were the one who wanted to play that fucking game anyway!"

"You didn't have to agree to!"

"If you weren't so interested in my life then none of this would've happened! You had the diary; you could've worked it out for yourself!"

"Tinkerbell ate it! Why wont you just tell me!"

"Why do you care!"

Hermione fell silent. She didn't know why she cared. It had just been a chain of events leading to the next, it didn't really matter to her if she actually found out, that had sort of been put aside, but it was too late to stop now. And she actually enjoyed doing new things.

The door opened again, but neither if the two turned to look, Hermione was too busy thinking and Malfoy was too busy trying to calm himself down.

A harsher McGonagall's voice echoed through the room. "Mr Malfoy. Professor Snape will see you outside." Hermione looked at her head of house's expression; she seemed confused, shocked and appalled, but still worried. If anyone had to show emotions, McGonagall would be the last for Hermione to pick…

Malfoy left the room silently, not looking anyone in the eye. Once the door had shut behind him McGonagall seemed to relax a little.

"Hermione. Is anything happening at home you want to talk about?" She asked kindly. Hermione didn't know wether to laugh or look appalled. Was she acting so different that she'd summed it down to something like that?

"No Professor. Why would you think that?" Hermione replied coolly. She made sure she spoke clearly. The last thing she needed was to sound stone-drunk in front of her teacher.

Professor McGonagall seemed to look reassured. "If you're sure… Then can you tell me the reason why your attitude has changed so dramatically in the last few months?"

Hermione tried to look shocked. "I haven't changed have I?" She asked innocently. She hated lying to teachers.

"So there's no reason? Good. Then I want you're grades back up by the end of the week," Hermione's jaw dropped, "You must complete all your duties as head girl," Hermione paled, "You will write me a five foot long essay on why drinking is bad for your health, you will lose 50 housepoints for Gryffindor," Now it was Professor McGonagall's turn to look slightly ill, "And you will receive three weeks worth of detentions, starting tonight, when you will be removing any trace of glass from the lawn below this room without magic. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically.

"You have one week."

Sorry this chapter's kind of short, I've been a bit pressured to write it, but not by you guys.

So tell me in a review if you think I should continue, or if I should start a new one that includes the 6th book 'events'.

Review.

Review or I'll lock you in a room with only a stuffed ferret for company.

Review.