A/N: This is the first genuine Jussy and Nicky collaboration fanfiction. Any feedback is appreciated, so send it our way!


"Come on… just take a shot." Draco taunted. "Or can you not handle it? Especially you, Mudblood" Hermione glared at Draco, not liking being called a Mudblood so easily and in public, no less. Although Hermione wasn't sure how Draco convinced her, Harry or Ron to do this, but the four were at a bar at Hogsmeade, drinking fairly heavily. Harry boldly marched up to the bar and ordered a shot of something that Hermione would compare to Muggle rum. Ron followed Harry's suite, not wanting to feel left out. Hermione reluctantly took some kind of mystery drink. Draco took a long, elegant sip of his drink and looked at Harry expectantly, as if Draco wanted Harry to try and out drink Draco.

"Bring it on," Harry stared back at Draco competitively, taking the blond's challenge. Harry chugged the drink as fast as he possibly could. He became addicted to the drink quickly and started chugging more until his brain went hazy. The three of them rarely drank and were experiencing everything for the first time: the giddy energy and the incoherence and the adrenaline that rushed through their veins, daring them to do what they would normally never do. Ron and Hermione were just a blur of drunken energy, laughing and talking and jumping around wildly. Ron, Hermione and Harry staggered out of the bar after 16 shots ready to pass out. They managed somehow to stagger to the Leaky Cauldron, rent a room where they all slept and passed out.

What felt like an eternity later, Harry, Ron and Hermione woke up in each other's arms, naked and groggy.

"What happened?" Ron asked, since he was the first one to wake up.

"I want to ask the same thing," Harry responded, rubbing his throbbing head. He had a horrible hangover, feeling as if his head was stomped on repeatedly by a heavy object. Harry asked. The first thing that ran through their minds was how the hell they wound up in the same bed and what they did last night.

"I dunno mate. I dunno." Ron stated, as if to answer his own rhetorical question, staring at Hermione and Harry, confusion flicking through Ron's blue eyes.. This would be a mess and something Harry wouldn't really be able to explain rationally to Ginny, his girlfriend.

"What do you think… we did?" Harry asked hoping they didn't do anything even though they probably did lots more than nothing. Hermione screamed.

"What is going on?" Hermione yelled. "Why am I nude next to you two? Merlin's beard! I know we did some shots but there are consequences to being utter idiots. We could get a disease and die or I could be pregnant or-" Hermione cut herself off before becoming more frantic than she was earlier "I hope we didn't do anything too stupid."

"The situation could be worse," Ron stated dreamily, "we could have landed in the bed of some creepy desperate stranger." The three of them were the best of friends and the three of them knew that nothing would tear them apart, even a potential drunken threesome initiated by that vile Draco that most likely was utterly kinky.

"All right, we can't go back and tell Ginny yet," Hermione said, trying to calm herself and everyone around her down. "We really have to sort this out first."