A/N: THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULTS! I can't decide whether or not I'm continuing it or not. Please leave feedback. Alcoholism/drug use ahead! The lyrics are from Amy Winehouse's back to black which I do not own.
It was her… 5th or 6th drink of the night. She'd honestly lost count at 3 drinks in just under an hour. The bartender had pointed out that there was a camera that was monitoring the drinks he gave out. So she ordered some chicken tenders and french fries. She was tired of people putting the kibosh on her drinking or worse, her sex life.
Hermione Granger was a veritable sex goddess. Any man she wanted she could have, she winked at them and she met them in the bathroom for a quick fuck.
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
There was one gigantic exception though, this fucker, the one in the black tux that came down for exactly two Jameson's and left promptly afterward. He wasn't wearing a wedding ring, he was fair play. She'd winked at him, even been as brazen to buy one of those stupid fucking Jameson's he drank. He'd politely knocked back the Irish whiskey and stepped out.
For fuck's sake. He was gorgeous. Silky, feather-light, platinum blonde hair falling in his face. He had dragon hide boots and dark wash jeans. There were quite a few people at the bar as it was a Friday night and she got the bartender to sneak him a tequila. She sipped her bourbon and looked down the bar. He actually refused the shot of tequila. Goddamn!
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
In her mind she thought drinking responsibly was clearly for lesser mortals. Well if he wasn't going to take her drink she might as well catch up with Pansy, Pansy was always down for a quick fuck. She paid her tab and left a generous tip for Ernie, the bartender.
She rifled through her purse for the keys to the R8. She basically had her own parking spot at this bar. She probably paid their rent every month so it was the least they could do. "You're not really going to drive like that right?" Came a voice from the entry of the bar.
"I was considering it, yes." She bit out, she'd never heard his voice much other than to say 'single Jameson on the rocks'.
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...
I go back to us
She turned and there he was, in all his gorgeousness. "Tequila isn't your thing, pretty boy?"
"Makes me sick."
"Yeah well, I reckon you needed a change from bloody Irish whiskey."
"Could you spare me the attitude?" He snapped.
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
She raised her eyebrows. "No, I couldn't."
"Let me drive you home at least."
"Let me give you road head?" Hermione said slyly.
"No."
"What's your problem? A cute girl wants to suck your dick and you're acting like I've got the plague or some shit."
"My wife just died." He said, forlornly.
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
"And you're drinking in moderation because…?"
"Because I'm a raging alcoholic and if I don't get a grip on it it will destroy me!" He snapped.
"Welcome to the club, mate."