Fanfiction: Let Loose
Rating: R in later chapters
Parings: Hermione/multiply characters
Warning: No plot. No slash. Voy. Threesomes and moresomes.
Summary: One night in the Gryffindor common room Ron pushes too far and Hermione is ready to show everyone that she knows how to have fun.
Disclaimer: don't own these guys. JK is one lucky bitch.
A/N: I've been searching for a long time for a well written fanfiction which consists of Hermione and our favorite Gryffindor boys and couldn't find anything like that. That's when I decided I had to take matters into my own hands and write it myself. Because I'm basically writing to myself, I put here anything I want to read in a fanfiction; which is sex, spin the bottle, drinking games and some more sex. If that offends you in someway (which would be clearly moronic of you to take offence by that) - you really don't have to read it, but if you've gotten this far you are quite interested, aren't you, you naughty ones. There would be no slash induced scenes here and any connection to actual plot is purely accidental. Why are you still reading this? Go and read it already! Oh and reviews are more than welcome. That's it. You can go now.
Chapter 1. Challenge
Harry was swaying back and forth in the common room, the firewhiskey dangling dangerously in his hands. "Ya know? I think I can get used to it" he said, grinning stupidly, making Dean and Seamus laugh and Neville to nod intoxicatedly.
"Tell me abou' it, mate" Ron slurred from his recumbent position on the floor. "I can do it all day...".
At that moment Hermione walked in from the portrait hall, hugging a book to her chest, as always. When she noticed the boys, a frown made its way to her features. Harry sensed this isn't going to be pleasant, he was right.
"Oh for god's sake. Don't you guys have anything better to do than lie here drinking and looking like simpering idiots? It's the weekend! Why don't you go out and have some fresh air?" she asked self assuredly.
"Hermione, firs' it's after curfew and secon' it's 4 degrees outside, do you honesty expect us to go out there?" Harry asked incredulously. He was a rational, levelheaded and realistic person even in his drunken state of mind, Hermione reasoned silently.
"An' I bet you didn't notice any of these things 'cause you had your nose stuck in a book this whole time", Ron on the other hand, was as tactless as ever. "For your information Ron, I do a lot of other things besides reading!" Hermione retorted, hugging the book a little tighter.
The boys settled down on the hearth around them, grabbing a bottle when they saw one. Harry took a large swallow from his own and fell heavily to the couch facing Ron and Hermione, he had no intention of getting involved in this.
"Really?" Ron tried to pull off his 'I'm-seriously-doubtful' look but he ended up looking vaguely interested because he was completely and obviously wasted.
"Of-course, I umm.. Go to lunch and do my homework and umm.. Oh! I knit socks for the house-elves an-" "I didn't mean tha' Ermione.. Wha' do you do for fun?!" Ron asked hotly.
"I... I'm... err.." Hermione scratched her head, desperate to find something to cling to. Books were fun in her opinion but she knew better than to say it aloud. She didn't want them to laugh at her, she already embarrassed herself as it was.
Apparently it was good enough for Ron as he said; "Exactly! That's what I meant! You never let loose. So uptight all the time. Always care abou' your grades, teachers, house-elves... You never let yourself have any sort of fun!" he rocked dangerously for a moment, but managed to stable himself, using an armchair as a supporter.
Hermione knew that what he said was mostly influenced by the alcohol running through his veins, but his words still stung; mostly because they were true.
As if it wasn't enough he continued; "I bet you on my father's stack of safety pins that you would never in a million years sit here with us, grab a bottle of fire whiskey and have some fun – simply because it contradicts your whole reputation ".
All 5 pairs of eyes were staring up at her, expecting her to respond. It was a challenge, she knew that. The question was; would she take it? Before her body made any connection with her brain she threw the book away and marched confidently, her head held high, straight to a very confused Harry.
As she walked she purposely hit Ron's shoulder, making him spin around to see where the hell she was going to, a bemused expression on his face. When she got to Harry he hastily stood up, not really understanding why he did that. Their gaze locked for just a moment and he swore he could see a wicked glint in her eyes. She deftly took the bottle from his unsuspecting hand, swung her head back, and drank the whole thing in one go.