To Stop A Mack Truck
A/N: This is my first story, so please be kind! When I posted this a few months ago, it was in bad shape. So, this is the revised version of part one, and I am currently working as fast as I can on the others, but I won't write anymore if I don't get at least FIFTEEN REVIEWS. Got it? Good. P.S.: There will be some major plot twists, so keep reading as the series goes on and REVIEW! Thanks!~
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, not even the Mack truck in the title, which will explain itself later on.
"Seamus! Wait up!" Hermione yelled from somewhere behind him. He quickly whipped around and smiled.
"Hey Hemione! Glad you came!" He embraced her for a moment, then let her go. She slipped her hand in his, and they walked slowly down the busy road in Hogsmeade. Hermione almost hadn't come, declaring that she needed to study, but decided she only had one life to live.
Hermione had grown into a woman in many ways. She was more mature emotionally and physically, and was now quite a "sight for sore eyes". Although Seamus was now her boyfriend, she hadn't had any heart breaks, which was surprising. She had had numerous boyfriends. Each of them she had liked very much, but when they broke up, she left no hard feelings and moved on. Even after Thomas Garter, a Ravenclaw, who was her boyfriend for six months, she held no pain. They were friends, and she liked it like that.
"Some sweets for my sweet?" He held out a bag of candies he had gotten from Honeydukes. She gladly took a chocolate frog and smiled. They were her favorites.
"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks! It's getting a bit chilly, and I am craving a butterbeer." She squealed, fluttering her eyelashes at him and pouting her lip.
"Oh, not the puppy face! Anything but the puppy face!" He laughed. "Sure, let's go." They raced off to the bar. Upon entering, they were greeted by familiar faces.
"Ron! Harry!" She smiled. "Lavender! Oh it's so nice to see you! Oh, hi Cho! Didn't see you there. Can we scoot in with you?"
"Sure!" They all replied unanimously. Well, not all of them. Cho and Hermione weren't the best of friends. After the death of Cederic, Cho had mourned the entire summer. She refused to eat or sleep, and became very anorexic-like. She would sit in her room and cry until she was too dehydrated, then she would drink some water and cry all over again. That's why she missed half of a school year- she had to go to rehab. So she was held back a year, and Harry and Cho had quickly become "more than friends".
Cho and Hermione were outwardly friendly, but they stayed out of each other's way. Something about the other just bothered them, and nothing would change their minds.
"Having a nice day? Hermione finally decided to come!" Ron exclaimed. She nodded in reply.
"I guess I came to my senses. I have all year to study. But oh! I would rather be prepared for a test than-"
"Prepared for a howler. We know! You worry way to much Hermione." Harry smiled, finishing her sentence. They were always doing that- somewhat like a married couple. But they were just too good of friends, they all supposed. No harm came to it.
Hermione blushed. "Can I have a butterbeer, Rosmerta?"
"Me too!" Seamus piped up.
"Sure!" She brought them some, and left quickly.
"Anyone know any drinking games?" Ron asked, grinning.
"I do." Lavender said. "But it's not really hard. You just complete a series of hand motions with words then the fastest gets a drink. It's hilarious though. Want to try?"
She taught them the ridiculous hand motions and words, and they tried it out.
"Cho shoe swish, reindeer poop, upsy daisy, down the loo! Huffle puffle open wide! Stick a needle in your eye! Boochie coochie la-la-la! I'm faster than you, ha-ha!"
At this, they all took a long swig of their drinks.
"This could be fun!" Cho exclaimed.
21 Rounds and 7 Butterbeers Later
"Stick a needly daisy, cho chang shoe, poopy loo. open your eyes, I'm faster you ha-ha!" Hermione slurred, taking a long drink that finished this butterbeer, which was replaced by another quickly.
"You win again Hermione. I don't see how you do it? I cheat, man. I take a drink anyway." Harry said, making his statement true by turning the bottle "bottom up" in his mouth. Butterbeer dribbled down the sides of his cheeks. He was too wasted to swallow.
"That," Lavender paused, "my dear Watson," she paused again, burping, "is the point."
"We'd better go. It's almost It's almost It's almost" She stared at her watch with a funny expression. "It's late. We'd better go now."
"Feliz navidad! Feliz navidad! Yo quiero one more round!" Seamus sang drunkenly as he and Cho danced out of the store. Ron and Lavender followed, leaving Harry and Hermione to lean on each other.
"What are they doing?" Hermione asked, pointing at Cho and Seamus.
"The tango."
"Why?" She slurred, tripping over her own feet.
"Because they're drunk. And it makes sense to them. I don't see why not." At this time, Hermione fell sideways, Harry just barely catching her from knocking herself unconscious.
"Gee Harry, you're really really really really strong." She smiled a "Kermit the Frog" smile, and leaned on him. He laughed.
"Thanks."
"Wanna dance wif me Harry?" She asked.
"Sure."
And they waltzed all the way home, and into the common room, where all of them minus Cho dropped onto anything that was soft and fell asleep instantly.
***
"Oh my God!" Hermione said in response to the noise and the light all around her. She opened her eyes and the world spun. Ginny looked at her and said something, but she didn't understand her.
"What?" She said, rubbing her eyes.
"Vous aimez l'escargot?" Ginny seemingly said to her.
"Why are you speaking French, you half-wit? I don't understand you! You know I don't speak French!" Hermione said in reply. The world was still spinning, and everyone was yelling something. And the poundings in her head were in tune with her heartbeat.
"This is like some strange real life version of The Tell-Tale Heart." She yawned, and crawled under the couch, where she fell asleep once again.
***
"Hermione!" Someone said.
"Yeah?" She slurred. The person grabbed her ankles and pulled her from under the couch, where she rolled over.
"Hi Harry." She smiled.
"Looks like she got hit harder than most of us." Lavender said.
"No, look at Ron! We've ALL got hellish hangovers." He turned to Hermione again. "Want to go to tea? We missed breakfast and lunch."
"Sure." She said, and stood up, dusting off.
"What did we do last night?" She asked. Harry shrugged.
"Does drinking game mean anything to you?" Lavender smiled.
"Oh. Well, I must go and get ready I'll be back in 10 minutes." She raced up the stairs, appearing on time.
"Anyone want some ibuprofen or tylenol? I'm allergic to the latter, myself, but I thought I could offer it" Attacked by five needy people, her efforts were greatly appreciated.
"Well, I'm hungry. Let's go to the kitchen." Ron said.
"Me too! I agree!" Seamus piped up.
"I'm over house-elve labor. Shall we?" She slid next to Seamus and they walked briskly to the kitchen.
"I had fun last night." Hermione said.
"Me too. But I didn't know I knew how to tango!" Seamus said.
"Or I with waltzing!" Harry smiled.
"Never, ever, ever make me that drunk again." Ron said.
"Oh, you baby! You had to admit, it was fun." Said Lavender.
"Yeah." All around.
So they ate their food then went their separate ways. Hermione apologized to Ginny, Harry went off to see Cho, but something was missing. What it was, they would just have to figure out for themselves.