Severus Snape always got drunk after death eater meetings and other painful occasions. He was not a drunk, he just did it to erase the pain for that night. He always locked his doors and put a charm on them so he couldn't go venturing out and people couldn't disturb him. He even made it so his floo network wouldn't work. It was a big hassel but it was worth it to him.

Hermione Granger had heard of the big end of the 7th year party. There was sure to be firewhiskey and Hermione didn't want to show up as a stupid drinker, meaning she passed out on the first sip. Hermione liked to be great at things. Not bad. So, she was going to practice. She was going to, every night until the party, a month before she was going to practice. Getting drunk. So, as her first night approached Hermione felt a mix of feelings. Exicted? Yes.

It also happened to be near the end of a death eater meeting. Severus was readying his rooms for the night. He pulled out a bottle of firewhiskey he had gotten from the kitchen. He also didn't happen to see a almost drunk Hermione Granger creep into his rooms. She had brought a whole supply and she had sort of figured she'd be in Snape's rooms because he'd be asleep and, wouldn't notice her. So, she began drinking. She took one sip of the steaming stuff and wrinkled her nose. It burned down her throat like fire. No wonder it was called firewhiskey. After she had taken two or three sips she actually liked it. The warmth and delicous giddiness made her feel more alive.

Meanwhile as Hermione was getting drunk Severus was also. He took a sip of the burning liquad and soon greedily drank the whole bottle down. There. He was drunk, and Hermione was getting even closer to being totally-not-caring-what-happens drunk. She took one more long sip and finished the first bottle. She grinned happily and hicuped and started on the second one.

Two more bottles later and she was almost passed out. Then, she noticed a figure drinking as well. She swayed her hips a bit and walked over. Hello, she slurred in what she thought of as a sexy tone. Severus also thought that. He grinned up at her. Hello he replied. Hermione threw herself at Severus Snape, something she would never do if she was sober. Which, she most defintly wasn't.

They kissed and kissed and went further then Hermione had ever dared to go. The whole ball game. Sex.