AN: Hello people of the world! It's been a while…well, this story hit me last night at around midnight, so I just started typing. This is a lot of firsts for me…first Harry Potter, first romance, and first T rated fic. It's T for some language and a drunk Hermione. They both may be a bit OOC…but, Hermione is drunk and Draco is somewhat humbled after the war. I just feel like he has changed since that. I'm also thinking of just making this a one shot, but I might make it more. Who knows.

This story isn't my best so bare with it :)

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter. However, I do dream.

I walked into the leaky cauldron after a long, hard, and trying day at work. "Tom, bring me a firewhisky when you get the chance." I told the old bartender as I sat at on a stool next to an extremely hammered looking lady.

"Right, here you are then Mr. Malfoy." Tom set the glass down in front of me. When he said my name the girl next to me glanced up, which didn't surprise me; everyone knew Draco Malfoy, ex-death eater.

"M-Mal *Hiccup* foy?" the petite brunette which asked me. I turned to really look at her and was taken aback.

"Granger?" I asked and I smelled the firewhisky on her breathe, "Whoa, are you drunk?"

"No of course I'm not *Hic* drunk. I wouldn't do something…like…that *Hic*." I stared at her.

"Maybe you should go home, Granger." I never thought I would see the day when Hermione Granger would be completely hammered. Someone call the Daily Prophet.

"Tom, give me another." She requested as she picked up her empty glass.

Tom came over to give her more, "How many have you given her already?" I asked, shocked.

Tom grinned at me sheepishly, "Well, she was so upset, you see, and we were kind of busy when she first arrived so…I kind of lost track." He ended, somewhat ashamed, with his head bowed.

I turned and looked at Granger again as she finished off her latest glass. Something must have been seriously wrong for her to be drinking, one, and to be this drunk, two. "Uhm…Granger?" I asked as Tom went off to tend to other customers, "What…happened?" I cringed at the way I asked. Thankfully, she was too drunk to comment.

"Nothings *Hic* wrong. I just decided to have a few drinks after *Hic* A long day of evil weasels being bastards." She said this so plainly, but her words had started to slur, and I'm sure that the look on my face was somewhat humorous-Eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

"What happened with the weasel?" I asked quietly. I had never liked that dumbass when we were in school. He was nothing more than a big, ginger oaf.

"Well, I'm not sure if you knew this *Hic* but, the two of us were to be married in one week. Just one week." She paused and stared into her empty glass as if held the key to the world. And I had heard that they were to be married. It was in all the wizard magazines and everyone claimed it would be the best wedding of the year (Potters had won last year's).

"Go on." I encouraged, wanting to know more as to why Hermione had to decided to go out and get drunk. Maybe she finally realized the stupid weasel was a bad choice.

"So I went into work today *Hic* and my coworkers were all staring at me with so much damn pity in their *Hic* eyes. Finally, I asked Blaise –You know Blaise Zabini, right?- anyway, I asked him what was wrong with everybody." She sighed and didn't say anything for a minute. I knew this story was going nowhere good, so I was weary for her to continue. But the curiosity got the better of me.

"What happened next?" I asked gently, which surprised me. Again, thankfully, Granger was too drunk to notice my weird, out-of-character tone.

She just looked at me for a second and then said, "You know, Draco, you're really attractive." I just stared. "Way more attractive than Ronald," she grimaced, "and Harry. Even in Hogwarts you were attractive, you were just too big of an arse to get along with." She ranted for a second. She sighed and hiccupped again. "Draco?" She asked.

"Uhm…yeah?" I was hesitant as to what her drunk state might ask me. Plus, she had called me Draco…couldn't be a good sign.

"Have you ever cheated on any of your girlfriends?" she finally asked. I froze as I started to understand. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and they were so full of…sadness. I had never really noticed in Hogwarts, because she was so dang annoying, but she really was quite beautiful. Starting with those chocolate brown eyes. She had tamed her hair quite a bit too. I shook my head to get rid of these thoughts. She just told me that her fiancé had cheated on her. Now was not the time to be thinking of her in that way. I felt an strange sense of anger toward the weasel. How could he just go and cheat on the girl who had obviously had a crush on him for years (it was that obvious).

"Hermione…I'm sorry." I told her. And I was. She deserved so much better than that oaf, and he most defiantly did not deserve her.

She sighed again, "The thing is, we were supposed to get married in a week. In exactly one week. At the Weaselys house. Just like Bill and Fleur. But this morning, Blaise showed me an article in Witch Weekly. The stupid bastard *Hic* cheated on me. With three different girls *Hic* on the same night." Another sigh. "Three *Hic* girls."

I was-for once- speechless. I literally had no clue what to say. 'I'm sorry' didn't seem like enough, and what I wanted to say would be too much.

She continued, "It's like he just forgot about all the things we've been through together." She hiccupped before she started listing some of these things, "First, there was the three headed dog and the giant chess board.*Hic* Then, the world's largest snake and the memory of Tom Riddle…even if I was *Hic* petrified during that part." She mused. "Then there was riding the Hippogriff…wait that was with Harry. *Hic* And saving him from that stupid rat."

Part of me started to wonder if all of this was the firewhisky talking…but, knowing Potter and what he gets himself and then drags his friends into, it probably wasn't. I was pretty surprised at the Hippogriff comment. I mean I was pretty sure that thing was dead. "Then being stuck in the bottom of the lake *Hic*. And then the return of Voldemort. Then, breaking into the Ministry and almost being killed by a bunch of Deatheaters."

I remembered that. My father and my aunt had been so pissed off after that, and my father had been…punished for not bringing back the prophecy. My father had come away from that experience…colder, more bitter. And he wanted vengeance as if he were a starving man who wanted to get food.

She continued with her story, "And then we were there when…Dumbledore died." She looked sad again as she remembered that, and I felt guilt hit me strong and hard. Before I had time to recover, she continued, "We destroyed all of those horcruxes together. We rode on that dragon…after we broke into Greengotts. And broke into Bellatrix's vault. And…then the *Hic*…manor." I froze. I didn't ever know that that memory would be forced upon me tonight. I tried to repress it, but again, it came on full force…

Her screams echoed through the manor as my crazy aunt tortured her. "Tell me where you got the sword, Mudblood!" She screamed manically. "No! No I didn't! I didn't steal it!" she screamed again as the letter M was carved into her soft, pale skin. "No! No, I swear!" and then the U was carved in. She looked up at me. I didn't drop eye contact until the rest of the letters were carved. I had to admire her strength. Only one tear had slid down her alabaster cheeks.

I shook my head at the memory. My aunt had wanted vengence almost as much as my father had, and she got it in that day. She looked at me strangely. "You know, Malfoy, *Hic* when we were at the manor…when your aunt was…you know. You seemed so…different. You looked like you cared." She looked away, and I was glad for that. It gave me time to rearrange the look on my face. I didn't think she had noticed while it had happened. But, she was right; I had cared. More than she knew.

She looked like she was about to order another drink, so I intervened. "Granger, I think you should get home soon. I can give you a ride." I offered. I had gotten a Muggle car, because I heard from Blaise that they were a nice way to travel without having to worry about getting splinched or ruining your clothes. He was right. I wasn't sure what was getting into me. We used to be enemies, and now here she was telling me all about her personal life, and here I was offering her a ride home. Granted, she was drunk.

She laughed a drunk, humorless laugh. "I can't go home." She laughed again, more hysterically this time.

"Why not?" I asked, wary again of the drunk witch. I was getting truly concerned.

"Because *Hic* He and I have been living in the same flat for *Hic* months. And I can't go back to see him. I *Hic* can't." She sounded so tired, so depressed, so lonely. All of these were emotions I had felt once. Right after the war. I felt as though I were alone. I couldn't let her feel that same loneliness. I learned that everything I had been taught as I had grown up was a lie. Every twisted Mudblood comment, every so-called fact that Purebloods were so much better was a lie. When everything I knew was lost, I simply couldn't truly adjust to this new mindset. And at first, I had felt I was all alone. Then I reconnected with Blaise and started having weekly meetings with my mother. I had slowly healed. But I knew what that had felt like and that wasn't something she should feel. All because of that stupid weasel.

I made a completely rash and un-Malfoy like decision, "Granger, would you like to stay with me tonight?"

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