Written for the Artist's Competition! Obviously, I'm no JKRowling. But I hope ya'll enjoy!


You and Tequila

'Cause you and Tequila make me crazy
Run like poison in my blood
One more night could kill me, baby
One is one too many, one more is never enough


That night, Draco and Hermione found themselves at the bar once more.

Hermione smiled as she felt his hand hold hers tightly. The feeling was warm and comforting, and she found she enjoyed it greatly. Ron had never held her hand, ever. Not when they were alone, or in public.

She and Draco weren't even dating, and he wanted to hold her hand every moment he got. It was like he wanted to show her off to the world.

Draco noticed her smiling, bringing a smile to his own lips. "What?" He asked, watching her carefully.

She blushed, motioning down to their joined hands.

He arched his eyebrow. "Your smiling because I'm holding your hand?"

She laughed, realizing how silly she sounded.

Draco simply smiled sweetly. He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. "Your beautiful, and I want the world to know you're here with me tonight."

Her cheeks flushed. Ron never said things like that to her. He was never overtly romantic, and at the time, it didn't bother her. But being here with Draco, seeing him treat her like a princess, made Hermione wonder why she put up with Ron for so long.

She never pegged herself as the dinner and flowers kind of girl until she started…. Doing whatever this was with Draco.

Were they dating? Were they not? Hermione couldn't make her mind. She was having fun now, but didn't know if it would last once they returned to the real world. She didn't want to get too ahead of herself.

Draco watched as the cogs turn in her head. He wondered what she was thinking about. "Mione?" He asked, causing her to snap her attention back towards him.

"Draco, will you dance with me?" She asked softly, looking into his steel eyes.

He was surprised; that wasn't what he expected her to say. But he nodded, grasping her hand firmly, leading her towards the dance floor. A slow song came on and he put his hand on her waist, pulling her close. The two of them swayed back and forth, each finding comfort in the other's embrace.

Hermione closed her eyes, allowing him to rock her body. With every touch, her body shivered with tingles. She wanted Draco, in more than one way, but had trouble admitting it to herself.

A part of her had trouble letting go of the past; Merlin, what would Harry say if he knew what she was doing at the moment. Probably scold her for being so foolish with her feelings and for believing him. But she couldn't help the way her body reacted when he was around her.

And he academically stimulated her! Draco was smart, and the two of them were able to hold intellectual conversations. They actually had similar viewpoints; surprising Hermione when he said he agreed with her view on S.P.E.W. She could barely believe her ears when she heard that! He paid his House Elves, and gave them time off.

If she didn't like him before that, she did now. He was caring and sweet, always making sure she was all right and comfortable with what was going on. She hadn't expected him to be so sweet. He really had changed.

Draco dipped her low, pressing a kiss to her neck. She blushed, causing him to chuckle. He pulled her upright, her body brushing his. "Want to go back to my room?" He asked, his voice sending chills down her spine.

Hermione nodded eagerly. She allowed him to lead the way back to his room. Once there, his lips hungrily attacked hers. They moved towards the bed, collapsing upon it.

Draco took in the sight of the witch sprawled beneath him. She was beautiful, and worth so much more than she had been given.

He wanted her, for the long term. She was like a drug to him, too much could never be enough. He had addicted to the feel of her skin, the sound of her soft laugh, and her big brown eyes.

His lips claimed hers, know he didn't want to ever let her go. One night would never be enough.