'The night they'd never forget.'
By Tanx
Disclaimer – I own everything you don't recognise! There . . .now that was easy.
Characters – HP, HG, RW, GW, CC, DM, FW, GW, PP and a couple of others.
Because of the ending of bloody sixth year exams, the gang and a couple of others (anyone say DRACO?!!) have an idea implanted into their overly swollen brains – go and get pissed off their faces. Here's what happens and the amusing aftermath. (Kind of like 'Wasted' but better writing.)
Chapter one – Before the night they'd never forget
'Harry, I've had a sudden change of heart towards your idea.' Said Hermione to her friend in relation to his early impulsive idea to 'go and get pissed to celebrate the end of the exams.'
Harry looked up once and immediately looked again, mouth open, seeing a stunning Hermione, hair tied up into a loose bun, face pink with exhaustion and upper body covered in sparkly golden sequins.
'You want to go to the pub dressed like THAT?' He said, and immediately knew that he'd made a mistake. Harry watched as Hermione's face turned from the unfamiliar 'eager to go get pissed' expression to the 'you're big time in trouble now, why are you such a chauvinist male pig' expression.
'Well . . .' She said slowly, looking at her feet more embarrassed than angry 'If you're going to be like that then I don't want to go with you anyway!'
Harry felt a stab of guilt as Hermione turned toward the stairs, still closely observing her shoes.
'Look.' He said in a last attempt to go out with her tonight. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be crude or . . .you know what I mean.'
Hermione proceeded up the stairs and Harry ran towards her, desperately trying to think of things to say.
'I think you look very . . .erm . . .pretty and . . .i'd love if you would come out with me and Ron tonight . . .'
Hermione's head turned around and she stepped back down a stair.
Meanwhile Harry was still trying his luck with all the lines he'd heard on soppy muggle romantic comedies.
'If you . . .you know, wanted to. I mean you're all dressed up and it seems like there's no reason for you to . . .'
'HARRY.' Hermione started. 'Okay, if it means that much to you we'll go together.'
Harry breathed out a sigh of relief.
'But does Ron have to come?'
Harry smiled. 'Well I kind of thought it'd be a group occasion. You know, we'll invite Ron and Dean and Seamus and Fred n' George and Cho and . . .'
'Cho?' Hermione cut Harry off.
'Well . . .I thought she could come along, you know.'
'Yeah. Cho, okay.' Said Hermione, her disappointment obvious.
'Strike two' Harry thought.
Thankfully Ron interrupted the prolonged awkward silence.
'Hiyo. What's up with you two? Not on speaking terms are we?'
'Shut up Ron.' Said Hermione, laughing at his excellent timing.
* * *
Next chapter – The gang arrive at The Leaky Cauldron to find a couple of Slytherins with a similar idea. (Did someone say . . .MALFOY?!)
Also, who will hook up in their somewhat tipsy, happy go lucky state?
Tanx
By Tanx
Disclaimer – I own everything you don't recognise! There . . .now that was easy.
Characters – HP, HG, RW, GW, CC, DM, FW, GW, PP and a couple of others.
Because of the ending of bloody sixth year exams, the gang and a couple of others (anyone say DRACO?!!) have an idea implanted into their overly swollen brains – go and get pissed off their faces. Here's what happens and the amusing aftermath. (Kind of like 'Wasted' but better writing.)
Chapter one – Before the night they'd never forget
'Harry, I've had a sudden change of heart towards your idea.' Said Hermione to her friend in relation to his early impulsive idea to 'go and get pissed to celebrate the end of the exams.'
Harry looked up once and immediately looked again, mouth open, seeing a stunning Hermione, hair tied up into a loose bun, face pink with exhaustion and upper body covered in sparkly golden sequins.
'You want to go to the pub dressed like THAT?' He said, and immediately knew that he'd made a mistake. Harry watched as Hermione's face turned from the unfamiliar 'eager to go get pissed' expression to the 'you're big time in trouble now, why are you such a chauvinist male pig' expression.
'Well . . .' She said slowly, looking at her feet more embarrassed than angry 'If you're going to be like that then I don't want to go with you anyway!'
Harry felt a stab of guilt as Hermione turned toward the stairs, still closely observing her shoes.
'Look.' He said in a last attempt to go out with her tonight. 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be crude or . . .you know what I mean.'
Hermione proceeded up the stairs and Harry ran towards her, desperately trying to think of things to say.
'I think you look very . . .erm . . .pretty and . . .i'd love if you would come out with me and Ron tonight . . .'
Hermione's head turned around and she stepped back down a stair.
Meanwhile Harry was still trying his luck with all the lines he'd heard on soppy muggle romantic comedies.
'If you . . .you know, wanted to. I mean you're all dressed up and it seems like there's no reason for you to . . .'
'HARRY.' Hermione started. 'Okay, if it means that much to you we'll go together.'
Harry breathed out a sigh of relief.
'But does Ron have to come?'
Harry smiled. 'Well I kind of thought it'd be a group occasion. You know, we'll invite Ron and Dean and Seamus and Fred n' George and Cho and . . .'
'Cho?' Hermione cut Harry off.
'Well . . .I thought she could come along, you know.'
'Yeah. Cho, okay.' Said Hermione, her disappointment obvious.
'Strike two' Harry thought.
Thankfully Ron interrupted the prolonged awkward silence.
'Hiyo. What's up with you two? Not on speaking terms are we?'
'Shut up Ron.' Said Hermione, laughing at his excellent timing.
* * *
Next chapter – The gang arrive at The Leaky Cauldron to find a couple of Slytherins with a similar idea. (Did someone say . . .MALFOY?!)
Also, who will hook up in their somewhat tipsy, happy go lucky state?
Tanx
