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(A scene from this chapter was inspired by a book I read a few years ago called Just Friends, just so no one thinks I'm taking credit if they have read the book. Now enjoy!)

The sun streaked through Hermione’s curtains and flashed painfully on Draco’s closed eyelids. He opened his eyes timidly but immediately shut them when the bright light hit them. His tongue felt like a rough piece of sandpaper. He sat up to get the glass of water on the bedside table and pain shot through his head. He moaned unhappily as he held his sore head in his palm. Prying open his eyes again and reaching over Hermione’s sleeping figure he drew the curtains closed, providing a little relief for his eyes. He looked down at Hermione. “Uh-oh.” He thought. “What did we do last night?” As much as he tried to remember (which wasn’t very much because it hurt to think) he couldn’t remember a single detail about the night after leaving the Ball. Hermione had wrapped the sheet around her middle and he couldn’t tell if she was wearing clothes. He looked up and the first thing that caught his attention was Hermione’s dress. Crumpled and hanging carelessly from the lampshade. Not far from the dress was his shirt on top of a pile of shoes, and at the end of the bed was his pants. “Oh no. Did we…?” He questioned himself. Draco heard a soft feminine moan coming from the bed. He looked up just in time to see Hermione sit up then grasp her head in pain and fall back into the pillows.

“Drraaccoo…” she whined. “It hurts.” His eyes bulged. “Oh Merlin please let her be talking about her head.” He thought worriedly. He sat back against the headboard and kissed her cheek. He heard her gasp.

“Oh my gosh! What time is it? We have class today! I can’t show up with a hangover, I’m Head Girl! My badge could be confiscated. Oooohhh my head!!”

“Umm, ‘Mi? Maybe this is a bad time to ask, but umm, did we…” Draco trailed on nervously.

Hermione thought for a moment. There were many ways she could answer that question. “Oh, you mean you don’t remember?” Draco shifted uncomfortably. “Oh it was fabulous, absolutely unforgettable. You were like an animal! The masterful way you stole all the blankets, the mighty snore like the call of a wild stallion, the sexy way you turned over like a raging hipa- hippopota- hippopotamus…” Now Hermione was laughing so hard that she rolled a little too far and fell off the bed with a loud *thump*. “Ouch.” She cried.

“Very funny Hermione. Very funny.” He said sarcastically.

“Really Draco, I wish you could have seen yourself. Mouth hanging open and snoring away, it would have been like making love to a tranquilized beluga whale.” She said while getting dressed. She had dropped the sheet and Draco noticed she still had her undergarments on. She finished dressing and began brushing her hair. “But honestly, you passed out before we could even get all out clothes off.”

“No, no, no. I did not pass out right before sex. You must not remember correctly.” He said stubbornly. She shook her head, and then regretted it because the migraine still plagued her hung over head. Wincing at the pain, she turned to face Draco.

“No, I do remember correctly. We were about to go at it when all of sudden you just stopped snogging me and rolled over, completely passed out. And believe me, I tried to wake you, but you would have none of it. Now have you seen any purple pills lying around?” She gathered her hair up and pulled it into a loose ponytail. Draco watched her do this, and as she brushed the hair off her neck he saw a very particular looking mark on her neck and he smirked evilly.

“I think I’ll just let her discover that on her own.” He thought. “Yes, they are on you bureau. I still can’t believe I did that. How much did we drink?” He responded.

“Thank you. I have no clue. Someone spiked the pitchers of butterbeer and we had about five glasses each. Here, take these.” She handed him two small purple capsules and blue tablet with a glass of water.

“What are they?” He asked.

“Two hang over potion capsules and a muggle pain reliever.” She answered, taking the same pills. They both felt better immediately. The headaches were gone and their heads were clear, but both were very hungry. As they entered the Great Hall, they saw students from all houses looking very hung over and in pain. Hermione gave Draco a hug before going to her own table. “Make sure you eat pancakes, it will help absorb the alcohol.” She said in his ear. He kissed her quickly on the lips and walked off to the Slytherin table where he was greeted with nasty glares and insulting comments. She turned and took the first available seat at Gryffindor. She looked up as she reached for a bagel and saw everyone staring at her and a few girls were pointing and giggling. “What’s their problem?” She wondered. Glancing to her left and right she saw that the seats were empty. No one had wanted to sit near her. Saddened, she went on eating her bagel alone under the scrutiny of the entire house.

“Oy! Out of my way, that’s it, keep moving!” Hermione heard a familiar voice moving towards her.

“Coming through! Hey now people, she’s not a caged animal so stop all that bloody staring!” Came another voice. She looked up and saw Harry and Ron pushing through the crowds and plopping down in the vacant seats on either side of her.

“Hi guys.” She said half heartedly.

“Hey ‘Mione. Listen Ron and I wanted to apologize for acting out like that about the whole you and Malfoy thing.” Harry said.

“But don’t think this means we like the little ferret or even like the idea of you two together, but we want to be friends with you again. We miss you Herms.” Ron added. Hermione smiled. They had finally come around and it could not have come at a better time. It seemed that she had gone from Hermione the bookworm, to Hermione the Dancer, and finally Hermione the house traitor in only a few months. She was going to need all the backup she could get when it came to dealing with angry Gryffindors and sickened Slytherins. She didn’t even want to think about any of the girls from the other houses who might be mad at her for taking Draco off the market. Envious girls were forces to be reckoned with.

“Thank you. I really missed you guys too. I’m sorry this happened. I didn’t plan on falling for Draco, but I just couldn’t help it. I’m just glad we’re mates again.” Hermione said keeping her eyes down and looking at her plate. Harry patted her on the back.

“Its okay Hermione, we don’t blame you.” Harry said.

“Yeah, we blame that foul excuse of a wiza…”

“Ron,” Hermione said in a warning tone. “If we are going to be mates again you can’t insult Draco like that anymore.” She saw Ron cringe.

“Fine.” He forced out. This made Hermione very happy. She pulled the two boys into a big hug.

“Bloody hell Hermione!! What in the name of Merlin is that on your neck?!” Ron exclaimed. Harry peered around to get a look at what Ron was pointing to in shock. He saw it and broke out laughing.

“Oh my god! What is it? What’s there?” Hermione asked frantically feeling around her neck. Harry and Ron pulled her up by the arms and dragged her out of the Great Hall into the corridor where a large mirror was located. Hermione caught sight of it and shrieked. There, on her neck was the largest hickey she had ever seen. This however, was not your ordinary hickey by any means. Hermione now had the letters ‘DM’ imprinted into her skin.

“Aaahhh! I can’t believe this! That darn… oh my goodness when I get a hold on that little… I’m going to… OH and what are you laughing at Harry?! This is most definitely not funny! This is unbelievable.”

“No, that’s talent.” Ginny said coming up behind them. “I heard a commotion so I thought I would come see what was wrong. Damn he’s good.” She said, taking a closer look at the brand on Hermione’s neck. “And to think, that’s what he can do when he’s drunk, I can only imagine what he would…”

“Ginny!” Ron said cutting her off.

“What? I’m a hormonal teenage girl, you can’t stop me from thinking it.”

“You people are sick.” He mumbled unhappily.

“Oh man, Ginny do you have anything I could cover it with?” Hermione asked desperately. She nodded.

“I have some up in my room. If we hurry we can still make it in time for class.” Ginny said. Hermione smiled in gratitude.

“Damn it Draco!” She stopped her foot in anger, still fuming about the whole thing.

“You called?” Said a deep voice behind her. She reeled around and saw Draco leaning casually against the stone castle wall looking smug and proud of himself.

“YOU!” She pointed at him and yelled. “You did this on purpose! Do you know how much trouble I could get in for not setting a good example for my fellow Hogwarts students? I’m Head Girl! I can only imagine what would happen to my reputation if everyone saw me walking around with this…this monstrosity on my neck!”

He laughed, very amused by her over reaction. “Calm down ‘Mi, its just a little mark. I’m sure you can cover it. Here,” He walked over to her and removed his own scarf, tying it gently around her neck. “See? All better.” She was about to argue when Draco gave her a small kiss on the mouth. “See you at lunch Love. Potter you’re in my next class I believe. You coming? You too Weasel.” Draco said walking away. Harry shrugged at Ron and began to follow him down the corridor.

As they were walking, Hermione could hear Harry talking. “You know Malfoy, I never thought I would say it, but that was actually pretty bloody hilarious. How did you do that? Haha, did you see how miffed she was? I expect you’ll be getting the cold shoulder…” His voice trailed until she couldn’t hear them anymore. She turned back to Ginny.

“Come on Ginny, we have to go the same way right?”

“Yep. Hey Hermione, I know that we didn’t stay in contact much over the summer, and I feel kinda bad. You and I were really good friends, but then when Dean and I…”

“Ginny.” Hermione interrupted. “Don’t worry about it. I understand. I’m just glad we’re friends again. I missed having another girl around.” She said earnestly. Ginny smiled, relieved that Hermione was so understanding. The two girls walked towards their classes together until Ginny went left to Muggle Studies and Hermione went right to Advanced Charms. Hermione’s quill was furiously scratching out her third page of notes on Professor Flitwick’s lecture on mobility charms when Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

“Why hello Minerva, can I help you?” Professor Flitwick asked.

“I need to borrow Miss Granger. The Head Master would like a word.” Flitwick nodded and told Hermione to gather her things. Hermione was beginning to panic. She knew it must be about the alcohol that was smuggled into the Ball. How was she going to explain that she was too busy dancing to be monitoring who and what was coming in like she was supposed to? “Oh boy, this can’t be good. Alright, just apologize the second you get in there. Maybe if I beg he won’t revoke my badge.” She thought frantically. She followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore’s office. They walked in and Hermione immediately began rambling.

“Oh Professor I’m so terribly sorry about the Christmas Ball! I never meant for that to happen I swear, I had no idea someone would do that! I understand that it was completely my fault for not being more attentive as to what was being brought in by my fellow student but I just assumed that…” Dumbledore put his hand up to silence her. He pointed to a comfortable looking chair in front of his desk.

“Please have a seat Miss Granger.” She sat down and folded her hands in her lap, absentmindedly picking at her fingernails out of nervousness. “I did not ask you here to punish you. I only wish to tell you that in the future, it may be wise to have individual bottles of butterbeer, instead of pitchers. Hopefully that would dissuade the smuggling in of alcohol. And I do hope it would prevent a few headaches as well.” He said. Hermione’s mouth fell open slightly.

“That’s it? No detention? No taking away my Heads badge? No probations?” She said dumbly. He smiled warmly and shook his head.

“No. I simply wanted to warn you so as we may be able to prevent this in the future. I know it was neither the fault of you or Mr. Malfoy. Surely you don’t wish to be punished do you?” He asked curiously. She vigorously shook her head ‘no’. “Then that’s all settled. Thank you for your time Miss Granger and I do apologize for taking you out of class. Good day.” She stood and left the office, making her way back to her Charms class slowly. On her way, she ran into Draco, he looked worried.

“Hey,” He said when he saw her. He ran his hand up and down her arm comfortingly. “I heard you got called to Dumbledore. I was supposed to go too but Snape wouldn’t let me out. What did the old bat say?”

“Draco, don’t talk about Professor Dumbledore that way, he is the most…”

“…Wonderful wizard in the magical world. I know, I know. Now what was it about?”

“Oh, he was just telling us to be more careful when planning the drinks next time.” She said calmly.

“That’s it?” He said disbelievingly.

“That’s it.” She assured. He shrugged it off. Checking to make sure there was no one else in the corridor, he put his arm around Hermione’s waist and pulled her into a dark corner. He kissed her lustfully with her back against the cold stone wall. He was going to remove his scarf and kiss her neck when she pushed him away.

“I don’t think so buster. I don’t need another brand on my neck. This one is more than enough thank you.” He laughed. He trailed a finger lightly over the letters and smirked. “Draco what are you doing?” She asked curiously.

“Just admiring my handiwork.” He said simply.

“I need to get back to class Draco.” She said.

“I don’t want you to go. Come skip with me! We could go to the beach! Come on, no one would find out. You could just tell Flitwick that you were with Dumbledore. He’s daft, he’d never know the difference.” Draco persuaded.

I would know Draco. I can’t do that. Winter holiday is in four days, you can just wait till then. Besides, I’m still mad at you.” She said crossing her arms. His smirk slid back into place.

“You didn’t seem very mad when you were snogging me a minute ago.” He said slyly, mimicking her by crossing his arms.

“You are so intolerable!” she hissed.

“You know it babe.” He sounded very proud of himself. She got really close and pointed her finger at his face.

“Do not call me ‘babe’. I hate that.”

“Yes, but you know you love me.” She glared at him before walking back to Flitwick’s class. She could sense Draco following her, but she ignored him. As she reached for the classroom door she heard Draco say something and then felt a spell hit her in the back.

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