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A mile in your shoes	By : NicolaeAnna Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Prologue

                “Mmm, I feel so good.” Hermione Granger murmured as she leaned against the back of the couch.

                “That’s probably because you are drunk.”

                Hermione jerked herself upright and stared at the blonde boy sitting in front of her.

                “Oooo, Draco Malfoy! I should hex you for even suggesting such a thing. I (hiccup) am the Head Girl. I must set an example!”

                “You are setting an example.” He slurred

                “I am?” She gasped

                “No.” Draco poured each of them another shot of the stolen firewiskey (spilling more on the carpet than in the glasses) and after clinking the glasses they tilted their heads back and swallowed.

Twenty minutes earlier

                “Oi! You! What have you got there?” Draco asked a cluster of fifth year Gryffindors who were clearly trying to hide something behind them. With one look his glare, one mousy girl stepped to the side showing a large duffle bag. Upon opening it, Draco revealed several bottles of liquor.

                “My, my, what is this?”

                “Please don’t report us. We just wanted to have a welcome back party in the common rooms, if McGonagall finds out we’ll get in so much trouble!”

                “Oh dear!” Draco said in mock sympathy. “I’m Head Boy, I have to confiscate this and bring it to your Head of House. Unless of course we can come to an agreement.”

                Ten minutes later Draco crept into the Heads Dormitory, attempting to stay quiet as to not wake Granger.

                “What is that?” Draco whirled around to come face to face with a very suspicious Hermione.

                “Nothing.” He said automatically.

                “Bull.” With a wave of her wand the bag unzipped and the bottles floated out.

                “Where did you get this?!” She shrieked

                “Keep your voice down, woman!”

                “I will not! Now where did you get all of that!”

                “Confiscated it.” He said smugly.

                “You cannot keep it!”

                “Like hell I can’t! He shouted back. He swiped one of the bottles from midair, uncorked it and pour some in a shot glass he conjured from thin air.

                “Don’t you dare drink that!”

                Draco simply smirked and threw the shot back.

                “You know Granger,” He said as he conjured a second glass and filled both. “I bet you look really good with your hair down.” Hermione touched her hair self-consciously.

                “My hair is down.”

                “One drink. Unless you are as uptight as everyone claims.”

                “I’m not!”

                “Prove it.” Draco said deadly.

                Hermione snatched the drink from him and threw it back,

                “Good girl.” He said before refilling the glasses.

Currently

                “You know what, Malfoy?”

                “What.” He asked attempting to focus on her face.

                “I believe we are drunk.” She said, looking at the empty bottle around them, and the half full one Draco was using to fill their glasses.

                “I believe you are right.”

                “This must be a regular thing for you.” Hermione said. “You’re right. I am uptight. I’m boring.”

                “Not true.” Draco said, chuckling slightly. “I wouldn’t mind being you for a day. Good friends, good people surrounding you. Must be nice.”

                “Not likely,” She said. “It’s all rather tedious. Study hard, attempt to make Harry and Ron study harder, being perfect. It must be nice to be carefree like you.”

                “Eh, it’s not too bad. Kind of the same, really. It’d be nice to escape as you for a change though. Have a grand ole adventure.” He said.

                “Oh Pu-lease. If you were in my shoes, you’d wish you could get out of them.”

                “Doubt it.” Draco said, as seriously as he could manage with all the alcohol running through his system.

Twenty minutes (and several shots) later

                “Malfoy! Sit up, I’m trying to stir!” Hermione exclaimed, attempting to stir the cauldron sitting on the floor.

                Draco sat up, with great difficulty, it wasn’t until he sat up did he notice they were essentially attempting to prop one another up. Hermione had begun to slide to the left. Draco pushed her back to where she was sitting, accidently bumping her breast in the meantime.

                “Oopsie, sorry.” He said giggling.

                “No you aren’t. Pass me the Mullsworth.” Draco glanced around at the several bottles that Hermione had enchanted to float in the air, Draco found the bottle and slapped it into her hand. It took Hermione several attempts to open the bottle let alone drop the required amount in the bubling potion. After successfully dropping the Mullsworth into the potion, she reached up and yanked out a hair and dropped it into the potion.

                “Now you.” She said

                “Now me what?” Draco asked stupidly.

                “Now you have to add something that holds your essence.”

                “I am not ripping out my hair.” He leaned over and spit into the cauldron, giggling at Hermione’s outrage.

                “EW! Malfoy I am NOT drinking your spit”

                “But it’s my essence!” He said, faking a whining tone.

                “I am not doing it! The thought of having your saliva anywhere near-“ Draco cut her off by pressing his lips against hers.

                Her mouth opened with a gasp of shock and Draco took full advantage, slipping his tongue between her teeth.

                Big mistake.

                “Hermione shuddered in his arms and crawled into his lap, knocking a floating bottle of shimmery white powder into the potion, unnoticed by the pair.

                Hermione’s hands were tangled in Draco’s robes while Draco had one hand in Hermione hair and the other firmly on her breast as he devoured her mouth. It was until Hermione shifted in his lap, nearly brushing her leg against his erection, did Draco pull back. Hermione’s eyes remained closed as Draco reached into the cauldron and filled their shot glasses.

                “Still worried about my spit?”

                “No” She breathed. They raised their glasses

                “To memories?”

                “To memories.” And together they tilted their heads back and swallowed the potion.
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