It all started with a dance

10

Draco woke up the next day and didn't remember anything but drinking, he noticed he was in his room and swore he started drinking when he was in the Slytherin bathroom

Getting out of bed he ran to the bathroom to throw up everything that was in his stomach

When he finished he groan, his hangover headache was killing him

He brushed his teeth and left his room, going to the kitchen to get some water

Draco saw the small bump in the living room, it was Hermione who looked like she was having a rough dream, grabbing a pillow he threw it at her, causing her to wake up in shock and fell off the couch, yelping in pain when she fell on the floor

"You have a perfectly good bed in your room Granger," Draco said

Hermione glared at him and threw the pillow at him, hitting him straight in the face

He groaned in pain, his headache was still pounding aggressively

She smirked and got up, grabbing her book and blanket

"That's what you get, again Malfoy, must you get completely pissed drunk? So much noise, I need my beauty sleep"

"Like that will do you any good," he told her

They began bickering, which only made his headache worse

"You're screeching voice is giving me a headache Granger, do you mind, I don't know, lowering it?" Draco asked the brunette

"Too bad Malfoy, we have to be together all day," Hermione said and left the blond alone

"Wait...why?" Draco asked her

"Our project Malfoy, we're going to the library," she said from her door

"Why would I willingly spend my day with you?" Draco asked

"It's not like you can do anything else, and besides, I'm a delight Malfoy"

She closed the door and Draco groaned, but for some reason he wasn't completely dreading it, he furrowed his eyebrows, he was still drunk, that was the only reasonable explanation

He went back to his room and changed into a pair of jeans and an emerald green sweater, putting on his shoes he grabbed his book bag and went back to the common room

Hermione left her room with her book bag and a pair of jeans and a black sweater

She went to the portrait and turned to Draco

"Well come on then," she said

"How drunk was I last night?" Draco asked her

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him

"Drunk, Nott and Zabini had to carry you to your room, you were passed out, why do you ask?"

Draco shrugged and rubbed his temple, he was still missing a chunk of memory, and he had ran out of hangover potions

"Do you have a hangover potion?" He asked

Hermione opened her bag and took out a vial, holding it in her hand Draco reached for it, only for her to pull it away

"You said if I had one, never asked if you could have it," Hermione said and packed it one again, smirking she left the dorm and Draco followed

"Come on Granger, why do you need it?" Draco asked as he fell into step with her

"It's what you want and I have, I know many ways I could need it," Hermione said

"You're going to manipulate me? Very Slytherin" he muttered