Draco Malfoy was sleeping at his desk, still fully clothed, when a knock at the door woke him up. It was almost one in the morning; Draco couldn't imagine who it would be besides Snape. He sighed and decided not to answer it, but he could hear a muffled voice from the other side, and it definitely didn't sound like Snape.
"-probably asleep. Oh, there you are." She beamed up at him from where she sat, slumped against the wall.
"Granger, what are you doing here-how did you get in here?" He whispered, closing the door behind him and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
But Hermione was preoccupied, "what have you done with your hair," she hiccupped and then giggled, "it looks funny."
"Wha-Are you drunk?"
"I may have had a drin-"
"Shh, be quiet, for Christ's sake." he hissed.
"Sorry," she said loudly, clamped her hands to her mouth and then erupted into giggles. "Were you asleep?" she whispered.
"I was reading-," he shook his head, "we have to get you out of here, why are you here?"
"I don't know," this seemed to puzzle her and she furrowed her brow in concentration. Her eyes were dark with makeup, her skirt had scrunched up near her waist and her hair fell into her face in a way that made his heart pump a little faster. "Anna Karina, I want it back." She demanded, snapping him back to his senses.
"Well keep your voice down. C'mon, up you go." He pulled her up and she wavered, lost her balance, and fell into him.
"Do you always sleep in your clothes" she asked in a whisper, running her hands down his torso. He was temporarily distracted by this, but shook himself out of it. He had to stay focused if they weren't going to get caught. "You smell lovely," she murmured and Draco smirked.
"Alright, the Gryffindor dormitories are on the other side of the castle, so you're going to have to pull yourself together, Granger." He realized he was still supporting her and tried to push her upright.
"Hermione?" he shook her gently.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked, annoyed. Her eyes were closed.
"You have to stand up."
"Granger?" he shook her a little less gently.
"Okay! I'm going! Merlin," she mumbled and pushed herself off him, swayed, and then fell forward. He bent down to help her up, tried to grab her, when her elbow met his eye.
"Fuck!" He stumbled backward, holding his head.
"Sorry," she gasped, clutching her stomach in laughter and biting down on her lip to stay silent . Draco was getting frustrated. He swooped her up, walked out of the Slytherin common room and through the dungeons. She was giggling again and then she moaned, closing her eyes. "Put me down. Put me down, I can walk." She squealed, flailing around.
"Alright, just shut up."
"Thank you." She sighed in relief as her feet touched the ground, but his arms were still around her. She gazed up at him innocently. "I love you," she whispered, as if she didn't believe it herself.
Draco laughed, uncomfortable. "You're drunk,"
"Do you love me?"
"Yeah," he said, and cleared his throat, "sure."
"You really do?" she asked seriously.
He thought about it for a second- what the hell; she wouldn't remember tomorrow. "I love you," he said, and his heart gave a jolt. He met her eyes, his heart in his throat. Their faces were so close their noses touched. He leaned in to kiss her.
"Mr. Malfoy, what are you-" McGonagall stopped dead when she realized what, or rather who, Draco was holding. He quickly unraveled himself. Hermione turned to face McGonagall, doubled over and proceeded to throw up a surprising amount right in front of her. "Hello Professor," she hiccupped.
"Come with me, you two." McGonagall spluttered and Draco bit back a smirk; even she was surprised to find them together. She waved her wand behind her shoulder and the mess vanished.
They followed her to her office where they were seated. She looked vivid, "stay here," she ordered in a voice that made Draco wince; he felt Hermione shrink next to him. "Don't tell Snape," Malfoy blurted, and she turned, surprised. "Please, he'll tell my father," he said quietly, not daring to look at her. McGonagall hesitated, sensing how scared he was. An understanding seemed to pass between them. She knew that Snape was a deatheater. "You'll only be putting her in danger," Malfoy said, his throat dry; if his father found out, he would kill Draco and Hermione. He looked at Hermione, who had sobered up a little and seemed to be blinking back tears. McGonagall, resigned, sat down in front of them.
"What do you have to say for yourselves," she demanded, her lips thin.
"It's my fault, I told her to meet me…" Draco made up lamely.
"You couldn't have met during the day, or before curfew?"
"And Ms. Granger, why are you in such a state?"
"I…I'm sick." There was a short silence. McGonagall looked from her to Malfoy, who nodded and bit his tongue to stop himself from smirking.
"I see…well, 50 points will be taken from your respective houses and you will both serve detention on the fourth,"
"That's Hogsmeade!" He had to go to Hogsmeade, he had orders from you-know-who.
"Precisely, Mr. Malfoy. I expected much more out of you two; prefects are supposed to set an example. The two of you are dismissed."
Draco glanced at Hermione, who looked as though she couldn't make it out of the office, let alone back to her bed. He looked at McGonagall. She sighed. "Mr. Malfoy, would you please escort Ms. Granger back to her dormitory." Draco nodded quickly, "and make haste, Professor Snape patrols at two."
"Thank you, Professor,"
"Goodnight," she said sternly.