Drinking Gin
By IncendioVerum
It was way too late, or maybe way too early to be doing this, she thought absently, the heady perfume of the liquid exploding into her senses. I probably should have mentioned that I haven't imbibed before, she mused dryly, settling herself a little more comfortably on the couch in the common room next to her drinking partner. She rather hoped their Head of House didn't decide to come waltzing in at this particularly illicit moment, for she had no idea how she could possibly explain away her intoxicated state of mind; quite fuzzy and unfocused at the moment.
As the absurd randomness of the situation became clear she couldn't hold back a bubble of laughter which turned into a throaty hum as her mouth went back for another sweet taste of liquor, her bushy brown locks falling about her face gracefully. Movement, an answering giggle and a hand tucking her hair back behind her ear gently reassured her that she needn't be worried about appearances... considering where they were and what they were doing, school rules be damned.
She took another sip, and firmly closed the door on the thinking part of her brain. How delightful... how unique a flavor! This moment was all about taste, and texture, and consuming as much as she wanted... and she needed to bloody well stop thinking and just experience something wonderful for once.
Eventually, her eyes traced up to the delicately toned body in front of her, soft curves over muscles honed from many a quidditch game, until they locked onto a tanned, freckled face, haloed by long red hair. Ginny Weasley was in the midst of ecstasy at the moment, lost in her own experience of the drink, albeit from a slightly different perspective.
Hermione grinned jauntily then drank, deeply, drank until her lips and tongue were absolutely coated, and she was fairly satisfied that she'd devoured every last drip offered to her. After all, Hermione Granger never did ANYTHING half way. If she was going to be drinking tonight, then she'd better get herself good and drunk.
So this is what its like, she pondered wonderingly.
Drinking 'Gin.
Funny, Harry never mentioned how amazingly sweet and warm she was...or how addicting... her lips quirked as she went back for one more shot of liquid heaven.
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AN: Not what you thought eh? I wrote this years ago and am just getting around to publishing it. I would be happy to field some prompts for the HP universe, as I'm getting back into writing, so PM me or leave a review. I'm curious as to how the spaced between paragraphs will work out. I like a visually tight story but FFnet has these warnings about extra spaces between paragraphs. So, no judging on the spacing ok? You can totally judge on anything else!