Fill glass.
Pour down throat.
Fill glass.
Pour down throat.
Fill glass.
Pour down-
"Hello, Blaise."
Spit Firewhiskey out in a fit of violent coughing. Blaise Zabini quickly recovered and jerked his head in the direction of the voice. Luna. Of course.
"Was there a Wrackspurt in your drink?"
"No, Luna," he sighed as he refilled the shot glass once more, "There couldn't be. You attached that feather to my glass." In case she needed a reminder he raised his glass towards her to show that it did indeed still have a small feather encircling it before tipping his head back and knocking down drink number three.
"I remember. I was giving you an excuse so you wouldn't be embarrassed you spit out your drink like a first year."
"How kind of you. Would you like a drink, Luna?"
"Oh, no, that's alright. Ogden, the man who makes that, is notorious for his use of using Dementor urine to give his drinks that extra kick."
"The shit you come up with never ceases to interest me. Where did you hear this from one?"
"Where do you think Dementor waste goes?"
"Just because I have no idea where it goes, or even if they have any seeing as they only require souls to live, doesn't prove that it is in Firewhiskey."
"It also doesn't prove that it isn't."
"Has no one ever told you the rule about double negatives?"
"Has anyone told you that you start to sound like Hermione Granger after a few drinks?"
"Low blow. And even more false than that story you were telling me the other day about her and Potter finding the Philosopher's Stone. I may be up to six shots, but you dear Luna, are the one acting like a drunk."
"Harry did find the Stone," Luna answered as she finally took a seat next to him. As Blaise downed another shot she reached over him and seized the bottle before taking a curious sniff of its contents. After a second of staring at the bottle she put it to her lips and chugged. Blaise stared on in mild shock until after several seconds she finally set the bottle down. In all the times she had talked with him up on the Tower, she had never drank.
"I told you there was Dementor urine in this," she informed him. "How can you not taste it?"
"Ah…Yes. Well. That was unexpected."
"Do you believe in magic, Blaise?"
"Luna," he began incredulously, "You are a witch. We are at a magical school. There is a wand tucked under your ear. Yes, I believe in magic."
"Not that kind of magic, Blaise," she sighed. "I thought if anyone would get what I meant you would."
"I am a bit smashed here, you know. Maybe a nudge in the right direction will help?" Blaise closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall. The alcohol was starting to really hit him hard. Then suddenly he felt a pair of lips crashing into his. Reaction on instinct he responded to the kiss but couldn't keep his eyes from popping open in surprise. Staring intently back at him were the wide eyes of Luna Lovegood. Startled, Blaise was subject to his second coughing fit of the night. Luna backed off and looked at him oddly.
"Was that nudge good enough?"
"Yes," Blaise smiled at her once he recovered from his coughing, "Definitely."
"Well, do you believe in magic?" Leaning forward Blaise placed his forehead onto hers, locking eyes with hers which continued to curiously stare at him.
"Very much so." Blaise whispered before pulling her lips back towards his.