Disclaimer: anything you recognize is not mine!
Word Count: 267
For the 5 Drabble Competition – color: platinum
Note: this is my new OTP, wow. This was not beta's [this being the whole fic], so if you see anything off, do tell me!
The both looked at each other, shocked by their presence. It was all in reverse, the girl had a Firewhiskey bottle on one hand and a glass on another, while the man was on the kitchen reading a book.
It was weird, to say at least.
"What are you doing?" they both asked simultaneously, which made the man shudder.
"You're reading?" exclaimed the girl.
"You're drinking?" said the man mockingly.
The girl sniffed, "You should know, Sirius, that while you've never read in your life, I'm of age, so I can drink all I want,"
The man sent her a trademark platinum white smile, something he achieved after years of being free and happy from the hellhole.
"And who says I've never read, Hermione? I mean, Moony's the bookworm here, as you are, but there are book I do like," Sirius said calmly. "Also, can you give me some of that, I'm in desperate need to get drunk,"
Hermione laughed, "You can't be that desperate, I saw you drinking yesterday, but here," she said, handing him her own glass, "I've drank enough,
Sirius gave her a lopsided smirk. "No one can ever drink enough. Come here," he said and patted the seat besides him. "Drink with me,"
They drank until sunrise, when they already knew that one could ever drink enough, and the next morning, when the Weasley matriarch found them asleep, the ringing in their ears and their splitting headaches told them that maybe they shouldn't do that again.
Naturally, Sirius invited Hermione over the very next day, "Want to get drunk again?" Hermione just laughed.
FIN