Drunken Glee
"Hey, Harry, pass me another firewhisky," Ron said with his eyes slightly crossed.
Harry giggled and tossed Ron a bottle. Ron caught it and promptly dropped it. It smashed on the floor. They looked at it, and burst out laughing. Ron started to choke on his laugh. Harry fell out of his chair backwards with a crash. As soon as Ron noticed he was on the floor, he snorted.
"Don't laugh, you bloody – oh, what the hey!" Harry giggled.
Hermione rushed in with a worried look on her face. She saw Harry on the floor, playing with a piece of fuzz, contentedly humming to himself 'Weasley is our King.' Ron was staring at her with slightly confused look; some drool was seeping out of his mouth. There were empty bottles everywhere and a strong smell of whisky.
"Oh. Oh goodness. Are you guys drunk?" Hermione asked.
Harry noticed her for the first time and smiled. "You, are the prettiest girl I've ever met, Mione," Harry said.
"Why, Harry, thank-" Hermione started then realized both Harry and Ron were laughing so hard they fell on each other for support.
"You immature- Oh, WHATEVER! Get a life!" Hermione stormed out of the room.
Harry snorted and fell over so he was kissing the carpet.
"Hey, mate, do that in private," Ron giggled loudly. Harry sat up and smiled with drunken glee.
"WHEEEE! ARGLEFINKLE!" Harry yelled with complete contentment.
Ron stood up and swayed in a circle. "Hey! Harry, are we – like- drunk?" Ron asked with complete innocence.
"We're like, WASTED, man!" Harry stood up and fell on Ron, knocking them over. Ron started panicking.
"AARGEEE! Oh my- Mum! Mummy! I'm dying! MUM!" Ron yells somewhat like a girl.
"Dude- DUDE! You're not freaking bloody dying!" Harry yelled, spit flying onto Ron's face.
They look at each other and start to giggle uncontrollably. They get up and turn toward the door. They find Dumbledore and McGonagall with their wands.
"You two boys are waking up the whole castle. I'm gonna fix that!" Dumbledore said with sincerity.
He raises his wand and yelled, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The two cross-eyed, drooling boys fall, dead before they hit the floor.
"Oh, Albus, you didn't!" McGonagall whispered. Dumbledore starts giggling and nodding his head. McGonagall snorts and takes her hair out of the bun she "always" has it in.
"Finally," She said, taking a swig from the nearest bottle and burping.
Dumbledore giggles and dances with glee in a circle, much like an elf.
Well, there it is. My first fic. I hope you liked it. Just a little something to laugh about.Please review! Please. Please.
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