Ginny nodded, "I know so."
Hermione glanced towards the fireplace, biting her lip.
"Go, I'll cover for you," said Ginny in a loud whisper.
Before Hermione could say anything, Ginny got up and went over to Harry and jumped into his arms, wounding her legs around his waist and snogging him senseless.
Hermione laughed then realized this was her chance to escape. She quickly walked over to the floo and called out her bedroom fireplace.
She tossed her purse onto her bed and glanced at her closed door. Some small part of her knew that she would never have the nerve to do this if she hadn't been drinking, but she didn't really care.
Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she marched to her door and opened it. In two long strides, she was at Draco's door. She knocked and let herself in without waiting for an answer. She was glad to see that he was still awake, sitting up in his bed, reading a book, a firewhisky tumbler in his hand; his usual nightcap. He glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow, "Back so soon? I thought you'd be gone at least another hour."
Hermione shrugged slightly as she walked slowly into his room, "I decided to come home early."
"Oh? And why's that?" he asked, setting the book aside.
"Because…." she said as she slipped off the dress she was wearing and let it pool at her feet, never once taking her eyes off him, "I have an itch I need you to help scratch.