By Angelface04
A/N: I just felt a strange need to post something up tonight. Hmm…I'm not quite sure why. I'm rather fond of the song "Drunk Girl", and would've posted this sooner, but I was debating whether or not I wanted to change it around a little bit so it could tie into "No Strings Attached". BUT, I'm not going to. I like it the way it is. Let me know if you do. Once again, this is NOT associated at ALL with "No Strings Attached."
Note: I used the word pissed as in drunk not pissed as in angry.
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I kissed a drunk
girl
Why do I do these things I do to myself?
I kissed a
drunk girl
I'm sure I could've been anybody else
-Something Corporate, Drunk Girl
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It was well after midnight when we arrived at the party. It was packed. The music was loud, something off of the WWN. There was tons of chattering and riled up, drunk teenagers. There was still plenty of ice-cold Firewisky, and some Butterbeer standing in the cooler by the couch. Jason immeadiatly made a bee-line for the drinks, but I really didn't feel like one tonight. I had really just come to get out of the house. That's why I didn't like summer holidays…the fact that I had to spend all summer long with my parents cooped up in my house.
I spotted a comfy-looking couch and decided to just sit and relax for a while, though when I plopped down on it, I heard a muffled squeal underneath me.
"Blimey!" I nearly yelled, jumping up off of the couch and making eye contact with the biggest set of brown eyes that I'd ever seen.
"Ow…" She muttered, an empty Firewhsikey can falling from her thin fingers. Her hair was haphazardly strewn everywhere, and she looked very pissed.
"Sorry." I replied, running my hand through my hair. "D'you mind if I sit here?" She shook her head, her long legs curling up and her arms slowly pushing herself up into a sitting position. She groaned softly her head falling into her hands.
"My head already bloody hurts…" She collapsed back down on the couch, her legs sprawled over my lap, her head colliding softly with the armrest. I couldn't help but notice how smooth and lean her legs were. There were the prettiest color, too. It reminded me of brown sugar. She looked vaugly familiar…
She sat back up again, fairly suddenly, her lips lifting in a gentle curve.
"You're from Hufflepuff, aren't you?" I nodded, my brown hair falling slightly into my eyes. Just as I brushed it back, I felt a pillow smack me right in the face rather roughly.
"Oww!" I exclaimed. "What was that for?" She giggled, and I almost had to smile at her child-like demeanor.
"For beating us last year, you prat." I must've looked confused, because she rolled her eyes, and, moving slightly sluggishly (an effect of the alcohol, no doubt) she pulled her hair back from her face. "In Qudditch you nutter, don't you recognize me?" I screwed my eyes up, she did look a little different with her hair up…suddenly it came to me.
"Angelina?" She laughed, right out loud this time, let her hair fall back down to her shoulders, then nodded.
"And you, Cedric Diggory, caused my team an awful lot of grief last semester…"
"I'm sorry." I smiled at her. She really was rather fit…more so than I remembered. "But you guys won the cup anyway…"
"Yes, yes, of course we did. We are amazing, after all." I laughed along with her this time, and she sat up, suddenly very close.
"You made Wood cry you know." Her face was rather close to mine, and I could smell her. Her eyes were exceptionally piercing for someone who was so wasted. I should've leaned back a bit, but I didn't…because I didn't really want to.
"Well, Wood is very passionate about Quidditch…"
"Yeah." She nodded, looking away, and suddenly appearing very sad. "Too bad that's all he's passionate about." She began searching the room again, and I heard her chocked voice say, "Hey, have you seen the Firewhiskey anywhere? I think I need another one…" She sounded almost like she was about to cry.
"Um, are you sure?" Judging from the looks of the bottles littered by the couch, she'd had a little too many already. "Don't you think you've had enough Angelina?" She shook her head.
"If I can still remember every word he said to me, I haven't had enough yet." She stood and because I could see how unsteady she was, I stood with her. She stumbled after only a few steps, though luckilly, I was there to catch her when she fell. Her hands clutched my t-shirt and her head buried into my shoulder, her legs going slack and her body raking with sobs. I grasped her around the waist firmly with one arm, my other hand automatically going to her head, stroaking her hair gently as she cried.
"He broke it off… Not good enough…" were the only words that I could make out through the sobbing and the slurring of her words.
"Shh…" Was the only thing that I could think of to say. "It's gonna be okay." Her head began to shake, and her face came level to mine, her eyes still wet.
"No it's not."
Ten minutes later we were back on the couch, each with a bottle of Firewhiskey in hand, my head was full of a casual buzzing, but I knew I still had a ways to go before I was seriously pissed. She was laughing again, and I couldn't help but stare at her mouth. She had full lips, moist and very inviting. I wouldn't mind…
"Cedric!" She grabbed my arm, having just sloshed a bit of Firewhiskey onto her legs, and staring at it with wide eyes as if it were going to eat her. "It's on me!" I laughed, reaching to her thigh and wiping it off. I hadn't realized that her shorts were so short…
"There." I pulled my hand away reluctantly. She was staring at me, her head titled.
"Thanks." She said, a little unclearly.
"No problem." I caught sight of Jason across the room, and he was seriously hitting on a girl who was looking at him with something like disgust on her features. When I looked back Angelina's face was mere inches from mine. I locked eyes with her and I could feel her leaning towards me slowly. Her nose brushed against mine, and my eyes closed.
All of the sudden, there was a loud crash, and we both jumped, eyes wide and mouths gaping. I spotted Jason on the floor, a coffee table (or, what was a coffee table) underneath him. The girl from earlier was yelling something, though I could barely hear anything over the music. What I could make out, however, was, " Slimy, filthy git," and "Don't ever touch me again!"
Angelina laughed good-naturedly and I joined in, taking another sip of the alcohol and wincing slightly as it burned all the way down.
"Am I ugly?" It was only a whisper. My brow furrowed.
"No. No way." Tears were brimming in her eyes again.
"He said that he didn't love me. It must be because I'm ugly…"
"No…" I whispered back, the back of my fingers running down the length of her arm. "No guy could possibly think that you were ugly." Her hands cradled her head, and I rubbed her back almost unconciously.
"'mso tired." Her head dropped into my lap, her eyes looking blearily up at me. I smoothed her hair back from her face, mezmerized by those huge brown eyes. Her hand reached up shakily to my face, tracing over my cheekbone, down my cheek, over my lips and off my chin.
"You're beautiful." She told me, sounding completley serious. I tried to laugh, but couldn't, due to the huge lump in my throat.
This is so wrong Cedric. She is pissed beyond belief, pining over her ex-boyfriend. You can not be doing this.
My head was suddenly very clear, and I nudged her up. She sat up, looking confused, and I stood.
"I have to go." I said, shaking my head. I have to go before we do something you'll regret.
"Don't go." She pleaded, her eyes looking even bigger, her mouth frowning. "Please stay with me for a little longer." I felt Jason next to me.
"You ready to leave, mate?" I nodded.
"Yeah, I'm right behind you."
"Bye Angelina." I said, giving a half-hearted wave, trying to ignore the aching feeling of wanting her that was embedded into my gut. She didn't reply, just stared at me with those doe-like eyes. I turned and walked out of the room, and through the front door. Jason was about a dozen feet ahead of me, walking slowly towards his house (which was just a few blocks away). I paused, for some unknown reason, and then, there she was. She was teetering awfully close to me, her arms reaching and sliding around my neck.
"Angelina, no, let's do this some other time…" When you're not dead drunk.
"No," She whispered back, and then her lips were on mine, sending sparks racing through my mouth. Involuntarily, I kissed her back, my hands finding her hips. It must've been a few seconds before I came back to my senses, pulling away and shaking my head. She didn't kiss me because she liked me. She kissed me because I was there. She would've kissed anyone else who had come to that party. It didn't mean anything to her. Chances are she wouldn't rememeber anything the next morning anyway
"I have to go." She stood there and watched as I walked away.
.I only looked back once.
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Do you even remember?
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