A/N- First off, I'd like to say, that this story is utterly weird. ^_^ I wrote it in about 15-20 minutes, at 12:30 in the morning. It was one of my creative boosts. So, I deeply apologize if any of you find this stupid, dumb, etc. I really didn't mean it! ^_^

Oh, and it's not Fred/Angelina! Can you believe it? It's an Angelina/Harry piece! I'm one for rare pairings, so I just pair up characters with characters. ^_^ And, I really don't take A/H seriously, I just wanted to test this out. F/A is still my main SHIP. ^_^

Disclaimer- I own nothing. JKR owns all Harry Potter related type things.

UPDATE (4/24/04): I just went through this chapter and revamped it a bit...nothing huge that would change anything, I just changed some words around to make it sound better. And I do have a second chapter in the works! Hopefully it'll be up soon!

Drunken Nights

by Ashliegh

It was 3 o'clock in the morning, the Gryffindor students were finally scrambling their way to their dorms. Earlier that day, Gryffindor had finally won a quidditch game, many were doubting they would since the arrival of the new keeper, Ron Weasley. He wasn't the best player to boot, but the winning game had set the whole house in good spirits.

Since the departure of the party loving Weasley twins, a group of 7th year Gryffindors took the responsibility in throwing a victory party. At the party the Gryffindors toasted to the quidditch team, to the memory of Fred and George, and just to good fun.

Of course, several students had brought Firewhisky to the party. They were brave Gryffindors, after all. The 7th years made sure not to hand bottles out to students younger then 3rd year, which meant…more for them.

Angelina Johnson usually liked being in the limelight during parties. She'd have a few bottles of Firewhiskey, but 3 bottles was her limit.

But tonight was different, out of all of the students, Angelina was the happiest of them all. Being new quidditch captain, and already having to replace four players, she wasn't very hopeful when it came to their games. But their victory today made her happier then a puppy with a new chew toy.

So, of course, she went a little over her limit. About 3 bottles over her limit. Throughout the party she was awake and active. Very active. She joined in any conversation that she over heard, she'd crack jokes every 3 minutes, and she'd make sure that all of the first years were talked to. Angelina was acting like a regular drunk Weasley twin.

But now it was 3 o'clock in the morning, and she was still active but fatigue was taking over her. She felt a bit groggy but the liquor was fighting back.

All of the Gryffindors were finally in their dorms, except a few students who were sleeping on couches, too tired to walk up stairs. And she was one of them. She was on a couch, lying on her stomach, still waiting to sober up.

She lie there trying to fall asleep but her fatigue wasn't strong enough to win over the whiskey. She wanted someone to talk to, but everyone was fast asleep. She kept changing positions on the couch in order to settle her nerves. She felt as if she were on a caffeine rush.

Finally settling back on her stomach, Angelina sighed. But then felt about 110 pounds of person fell on her from behind the couch.

"Sorry about that," that person muttered scampering off her.

She looked up into a pair of bright green eyes. As her vision focused on the small person lying on the floor she noticed his unruly black hair and automatically new that it was Harry Potter.

If she was correct, Angelina could tell a distant look in Harry's eyes. Was it possible that the boy who lived enjoyed Fire whiskey as well? 'Of course,' she thought to herself, 'he's just a normal person.'

"Oy! Hello, Harry!" Angelina said excitedly, sitting up, glad that she finally had someone to talk to, "What are you doing up this late at night?"

"Oh, Er, I was just looking for my wand," he replied airily, by his speech, she could tell that he had a good time tonight.

"Your wand, eh? Sorry, Harry, old chap, haven't seen it I'm afraid," she said regretfully.

"Well, that's all right," he said, scratching his head, "What are you doing up this late, Angelina?"

"Aye, just thinking, mate,"

"About what?"

"I'm not too sure," she replied dumbfounded.

"You had a too much fire whiskey didn't you?" he asked, chuckling.

"Maybe," she replied in a sing song voice, "You look a little different, Harry, have you had some as well?"

"Oh," he muttered, blushing, "I just had some. Not much though,"

"Oy, don't worry your little virgin head off, kid!" she beamed, "It's just some fire whiskey! Can't do anything to you!"

"Yeah, I suppose not, eh?" he said, plopping down on the couch next to her.

Angelina sighed heavily and looked across the room. Lying on a couch across the room was her friend, Alicia Spinnet, fast asleep. Alicia woke up for a moment, yawned and stretched, then turned on her side and went back to sleep.

Angelina had noticed Alicia's stomach showing when she had stretched, and silently wished she had a small slender waist like Alicia. Angelina had thick curves, she didn't like them that much, but the majority of the male population of Hogwarts did.

She thought about this and asked, "Harry, do you ever think of becoming gay?"

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously, and confused seeing as she asked this question out of no where.

"Like, have you ever found yourself attracted to a guy before?"

"Not really," he replied.

"Oh," she said simply.

"Have you?" he asked.

"Not really," Angelina shrugged, "I was just wondering if there was a certain way of knowing if you are or not,"

"So, are you saying your a lesbian?" he smiled.

"I'm not sure, how can I tell?" she wondered out loud.

"I know a way," Harry said, sounding rebellious.

"Really?" she asked, interested.

"Yes," he nodded.

"How?"

"Like this," and he leaned over and pressed his lips on hers. They stayed like that for a few moments, Angelina's eyes wide, and Harry's eyes closed.

"I'm still not sure," Angelina shrugged, pulling out of her daze when he pulled away.

"Oh, come on, how can you not be sure?" Harry exclaimed, "I just kissed you! Me!"

"Pretty confident aren't you, Potter?"

"It's the whiskey," he said shortly.

"Oh, all right then," she nodded, "Well, in that case, I'm pretty sure I'm not a lesbian,"

"Well, that's good," he nodded as well.

"Yes,"

"Well, I better be going," he said standing up, "Goodnight, Angelina. Do you care for a goodnight kiss?" he grinned sheepishly.

"Don't get your hopes up, Potter," she said laughing, throwing a pillow at him. Harry laughed and went back to his dorm, blushing once his back was towards Angelina.

Angelina sat there on the couch, touching her lips, now just realizing how sober she was becoming. Did she really just enjoy that? She had never thought of Harry Potter like that before...

But she'd have to think more about this in the morning, her head was pounding…

Up in his dorm, Harry was just realizing how sober he was as well. In fact, he had been pretty sober since the moment he walked down to the common room. He was just a little light headed really. But seeing Angelina tipsy made him a bit tipsy as well.

But he was sober now. Did he just enjoy kissing Angelina Johnson? Sure, he thought that she was very pretty, but he never thought of her more then a Quidditch companion and friend.

Like Angelina, he'd have to think of this in the morning, the headaches Firewhiskey can give you…

Don't drink, kids.

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A/N- Well? What did you think? Was it really THAT bad? I mainly wrote it for a sad attempt at amusing you guys! I certainly hope it wasn't that bad! Forgive me! ^_^ Please R/R! I'm not sure if I should add another chapter or so...if I DO add another, it will be a little more serious then chapter 1. ^_^ Please leave some feedback!

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