~*~Texts From Last Night~*~
by Hatter of Madness


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"Hey, someone looks hot tonight," Ron muttered in Hermione's ear, his words slurring dangerously.

"Ron, have you been drinking?" Hermione whispered back, surprise etched on her face.

"I'm not that drunk," Ron shouted, when there was a loud laugh from Seamus.

"You're more drunk than I am!" he shouted back. "And I'm Irish!"

The group was rather large. It was everyone that had ever been in Dumbledore's Army, and more, following the defeat of Lord Voldemort. They had figured they needed something to raise their spirits, so it was George that had hooked everyone up with alcoholic beverages. He made everyone agree to never let the events of the night get out.

That was when Luna—who surprised everyone by getting 'worse than drunk', in Neville's words—got the idea to play a drinking game. She said it was especially funny when people were so drunk they could hardly stand.

"Well, I think that I should leave," Hermione said once the idea got spread around. She stood, gathering her things. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone!" With that, she disapparated from the scene.

His head throbbing as he nearly fell face first into the carpet in attempt to join the circle, Ron said, "Must...resist...stupidity impulse..."

He didn't last two minutes.


By the time everyone had been forced from the scene, Aurors had shown up. Hermione read about it in the Daily Prophet, shaking her head and sighing. Oh, Ron was going to be murdered by the time she got her hands on him...

On the front page of the newspaper was a picture of the scene: Luna, topless, had fallen face first into a cooler; Neville was asleep under a table, curled up with a cat in his arms; George had on a Muggle soda drink hat, filled with two cans of firewhiskey, looking at the camera with a genuinely confused face; and Harry and Ron were both standing nearly in front of the camera. It appeared that they were trying to flee when the Aurors had shown up.

Hermione took a picture of the Prophet, sending it to Ron with a question mark. She was so thankful that she had left before things got too...crazy. It took Ron nearly an hour—Merlin knew that texting to him was like speaking Swahili—but the reply to her picture finally came.

'Our innocent game of 'Duck, duck, booze.' ended up being not so innocent'


Hey people ^.^ I used to write a story called Texts From Last Night but I decided to remove it today because I didn't really like it, so I hope you enjoyed this one ^.^ In case you didn't know, the italicized portion at the end was the text. Please review? If you want me to use a certain text, leave it in a review.

- Hatter of Madness