Yes, this is strange. Yes, I know this. And frankly, I like it. IF you dont like it, don't bother to review, cause your not only wasting your time, your well..actually you are only wasting your time, cause I dont give a firebolt! Muahaha! If you like it though, please do review ^_^
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"Oh, so you -don't- like him?" A black eyebrow quirked upwards as green eyes met chocolate brown ones.
"Of Course NOT!" The owner of said brown eyes bit out, her eyes dropping at the last word.
Harry Potter, normal-wizard-wanna-be, chuckled and reach out, flicking his friend lightly on the nose. "Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, 'Mione."
She blinked.
He giggled.
She grew red.
He nearly lost it laughing.
So...
She slapped him upside the head.
and then...
laughed too, shaking her head at herself, and at the antics of her slightly drunk best friend.
Something struck her then, as she looked at him, then at the bottle of fire-whiskey sitting in front of him. "We need to get you back up to the school Harry, before anyone finds out your gone."
The boy-who-lived snorted, and lifted the bottle to his lips again. "Yes, like Dumbledore's not already aware of the fact."
Hermione froze, and then focused on straightening her robes.
Harry snorted again.
"He sent you, Didnt he?"
"Maybe..." She mumbled, and he put the whiskey down, leaning over to flick her on the nose again. 'WOULD YOU STOP THAT?" She burst out, rubbing it gently and glaring at him.
"Will if you will." He said nonchalantly, grinning at her in a way that would have made Ginny's heartstop, and almost made hers, although she wasn't interested in him like that. It showed rarely, but Harry had all the charm of his father, just luckily not much of the arrogance, as tempered by his mother.
She shook herself mentally, halting her musings to ask curiously. "If i will what?"
"Stop provoking me." Another swallow of the firewhiskey made its way down his throat, as she sputtered.
"I DO NOT PROV--" A quick look around as she realised how loud she'd gotten, and the seventh year slunk down in her seat."Idonotprovokeyou!" She whispered fiercely, and he chuckled.
"Do to."
"Do NOT!"
"Yah-huh."
"Do NOT!"
"Do to."
"I DO NOT!"
"Suuuuuure..." She clenched her hands at her sides, glaring at him. He wrinkled his nose cutely, and took another drink of the whiskey. The bottle was half empty now."Just say you do, and get it over with."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"AH-HAH!"
"oh! You..you...ARGH!" She shot to her feet, and did the most logical thing she could think of. Walking around to where he was, she reach out, and grabbed his ear in her fist.
Then twisted.
He yelped.
She grinned.
He reach out, grabbing her around the waist with one arm.
She lost her balance, and both of them, seeing as how he'd been balanced back on two legs of the chair, hit the floor of the three broomsticks.
And became drenched in firewhiskey.
Enraged brown eyes met surprised, yet sparkling with laughter green eyes.
He beamed.
She glared.
He stuck out his tongue, and crossed his eyes.
A giggle escaped her lips.
He nodded his head. "I'm good!." He said confidently, and hermione shook her head, frizzy brown hair flying.
"No, you're strange."
"Well..whaddya expect? I'm the bloody-boy-who-lived."
"..and annoyed." 'Mione tacked on, and Harry pretended he hadnt heard.
"Well, are you two goin' ta get off the floor any time soon?" Came the voice of one of the waitresses, which spurred them both into action. Hermione lept to her feet, and Harry tried, but as soon as he was up... He was down again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, Hermione grabbed him around the middle as he managed to get back up, and held him upright as best she could. "We need to get you back to Hogwarts, harry."
"I'll go if you do oooooonnnne thing.." He said, grinning drunkenly at her.
"Whats that?"
"Kiss ron."
"HARRY!"
"HERMIONE!" He shouted back at her. She looked at him, shocked. "You know you cant get me up to the castle alone..so just...go ahead and agree."
"NO!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Gotcha again!" Harry crowed, and Hermione "accidently" let loose of him.
He hit the floor like a sack of potatos, and she grinned.
"Oops.." She said unconvincingly.
He chuckled, and lifted a hand, silently asking for help back up. "So.." He said, as soon as he was back up, his feet planted. "Gonna kiss him, or do I rent a room here for the night?"
"You could get expelled!" She said, shocked."
"Oh yeah, and we all know there's SO much chance of me living this year out anyways!" He shot back,and for the first time, she noticed that his words weren't slurring. He should have been drunk off his ass, and appeared to be..but as she looked at his eyes again, she noticed they werent even dilated.
She didnt say anything, because, as much as she could, she understood. "Alright!"
He blinked.
"Alright, I can get a room down here?"
"No...Alright as in alright, I'll kiss ron."
He cackled. "On the lips?"
"HARRY!"
Muscular arms crossed, green eyes stared at her.
"Alright...on the lips."
"SO....Do I get an invite-ation to the wedding?"
For the second time that night, Harry Potter was slapped upside the head, and then drug out the door, and onto the path to Hogwarts.
Fin? Fin! Fin?! ...mebbe?? -grin-
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"Oh, so you -don't- like him?" A black eyebrow quirked upwards as green eyes met chocolate brown ones.
"Of Course NOT!" The owner of said brown eyes bit out, her eyes dropping at the last word.
Harry Potter, normal-wizard-wanna-be, chuckled and reach out, flicking his friend lightly on the nose. "Gryffindors are supposed to be brave, 'Mione."
She blinked.
He giggled.
She grew red.
He nearly lost it laughing.
So...
She slapped him upside the head.
and then...
laughed too, shaking her head at herself, and at the antics of her slightly drunk best friend.
Something struck her then, as she looked at him, then at the bottle of fire-whiskey sitting in front of him. "We need to get you back up to the school Harry, before anyone finds out your gone."
The boy-who-lived snorted, and lifted the bottle to his lips again. "Yes, like Dumbledore's not already aware of the fact."
Hermione froze, and then focused on straightening her robes.
Harry snorted again.
"He sent you, Didnt he?"
"Maybe..." She mumbled, and he put the whiskey down, leaning over to flick her on the nose again. 'WOULD YOU STOP THAT?" She burst out, rubbing it gently and glaring at him.
"Will if you will." He said nonchalantly, grinning at her in a way that would have made Ginny's heartstop, and almost made hers, although she wasn't interested in him like that. It showed rarely, but Harry had all the charm of his father, just luckily not much of the arrogance, as tempered by his mother.
She shook herself mentally, halting her musings to ask curiously. "If i will what?"
"Stop provoking me." Another swallow of the firewhiskey made its way down his throat, as she sputtered.
"I DO NOT PROV--" A quick look around as she realised how loud she'd gotten, and the seventh year slunk down in her seat."Idonotprovokeyou!" She whispered fiercely, and he chuckled.
"Do to."
"Do NOT!"
"Yah-huh."
"Do NOT!"
"Do to."
"I DO NOT!"
"Suuuuuure..." She clenched her hands at her sides, glaring at him. He wrinkled his nose cutely, and took another drink of the whiskey. The bottle was half empty now."Just say you do, and get it over with."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"AH-HAH!"
"oh! You..you...ARGH!" She shot to her feet, and did the most logical thing she could think of. Walking around to where he was, she reach out, and grabbed his ear in her fist.
Then twisted.
He yelped.
She grinned.
He reach out, grabbing her around the waist with one arm.
She lost her balance, and both of them, seeing as how he'd been balanced back on two legs of the chair, hit the floor of the three broomsticks.
And became drenched in firewhiskey.
Enraged brown eyes met surprised, yet sparkling with laughter green eyes.
He beamed.
She glared.
He stuck out his tongue, and crossed his eyes.
A giggle escaped her lips.
He nodded his head. "I'm good!." He said confidently, and hermione shook her head, frizzy brown hair flying.
"No, you're strange."
"Well..whaddya expect? I'm the bloody-boy-who-lived."
"..and annoyed." 'Mione tacked on, and Harry pretended he hadnt heard.
"Well, are you two goin' ta get off the floor any time soon?" Came the voice of one of the waitresses, which spurred them both into action. Hermione lept to her feet, and Harry tried, but as soon as he was up... He was down again.
And again.
And again.
Finally, Hermione grabbed him around the middle as he managed to get back up, and held him upright as best she could. "We need to get you back to Hogwarts, harry."
"I'll go if you do oooooonnnne thing.." He said, grinning drunkenly at her.
"Whats that?"
"Kiss ron."
"HARRY!"
"HERMIONE!" He shouted back at her. She looked at him, shocked. "You know you cant get me up to the castle alone..so just...go ahead and agree."
"NO!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Gotcha again!" Harry crowed, and Hermione "accidently" let loose of him.
He hit the floor like a sack of potatos, and she grinned.
"Oops.." She said unconvincingly.
He chuckled, and lifted a hand, silently asking for help back up. "So.." He said, as soon as he was back up, his feet planted. "Gonna kiss him, or do I rent a room here for the night?"
"You could get expelled!" She said, shocked."
"Oh yeah, and we all know there's SO much chance of me living this year out anyways!" He shot back,and for the first time, she noticed that his words weren't slurring. He should have been drunk off his ass, and appeared to be..but as she looked at his eyes again, she noticed they werent even dilated.
She didnt say anything, because, as much as she could, she understood. "Alright!"
He blinked.
"Alright, I can get a room down here?"
"No...Alright as in alright, I'll kiss ron."
He cackled. "On the lips?"
"HARRY!"
Muscular arms crossed, green eyes stared at her.
"Alright...on the lips."
"SO....Do I get an invite-ation to the wedding?"
For the second time that night, Harry Potter was slapped upside the head, and then drug out the door, and onto the path to Hogwarts.
Fin? Fin! Fin?! ...mebbe?? -grin-
