Disclaimer: I don't own shit, Harry Potter ect belong to JK Rowling-don't sue me. None of the bands (NIN, Godsmack, Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie, Switchblad Symphony ect) belong to me. Same thing applies (don't sue me).
This is twisted, completely OOC and I know this. You don't need to tell me. Go ahead and review, but please, no flames. Also, this IS a continuation........if you haven't read the first one, I suggest that you do before you read this one here.
Bad Hermione
Part II
By Harmony Griswold
Hermione Granger looked at her two friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. Harry stared back openly, but Ron was blushing, his eyes averted. "Thanks guys," Hermione said at last.
"Is your hangover gone?" Harry asked, prepared to do another charm for his friend if she needed it.
Hermione sighed and leaned back in against the wall. "I think so," she said. "I'm really sore, but I think thats from having sex for the first time." Ron blushed a deeper shade of scarlet at this.
"Good," Harry slipped his wand into his robe's pocket and gaining his feet. "Then we'd better head down to breakfast-we may still have time to eat before class starts."
Ron nodded and stood as well. Both the wizards turned to face Hermione, but she continued to sit on her bed, her arms crossed over her chest. "Lets skip for a day," she said, grinning unexpectedly.
"WHAT?" Harry and Ron said in unison, not believing that Hermione had just said what she had just said.
"Well, I was thinking," Hermione started. "Yesterday wasn't really so bad at all.......In fact, it was kind of fun. Well, what I remember of it, anyhow," she amended. "MUCH better than schoolwork or classes......."
"Hermione, you can't be-" Harry started, but Ron interupted him.
"Actually, Harry," Ron started, his voice surprisingly loud for someone who was the color of a ripe tomato. "It WAS kinda fun........" Harry gawked and Hermione grinned at the redhead.
"Look, Harry," Hermione said, her eyes flicking to the famous boy wizard. "You can go to class if you want-we can do this without you......." Ron managed a grin, his blush receding to a deep pink.
"But..." Harry started, torn between class and not wanting to leave his friends alone. He was losing this arguement, he knew it. Finally he sighed, and nodded. "All right," he said in a resigned voice. "But no immobilis spells this time!"
Hermione grinned even broader. "Of course not," she said. "Why don't you two sit down..."
As Harry and Ron took seats on their friend's bed, Hermione reached up and pulled something the size of a fingernail from a small pocket in her curtains. She put it on the bed, and Ron and Harry saw that it was a small, delicate, wooden box.
"One of you tap it with your wand-gently," Hermione comanded. Cautiously, Harry did so.
The miniature chest immediatly began to swell, so fast and so much that Ron and Harry had to scooch back to opposite ends of the bed to avoid being hit by it.
"An enlarging box," Ron announced, once the box had reached it's full size. "A big one, too," He glanced at Hermione. "Whats in it?"
Hermione smiled. "A few things that I've been saving," she lifted the lid.
Harry and Ron, both curious about Hermione might have been saving peered into the box to find, nestled with some muggle clothes, boxes and simular stuff, a few bottles of alchohol, condoms, cigarettes and a bag of weed.
Both boys looked up at their friend, who they thought they knew so well, in astonishment. "Was last night even your first time????" Harry asked, his voice tight.
Hermione leaned back and nodded. "Yes. I've thought about it a lot but I haven't gone through with it before." She reached in the box and pulled out a bottle. "Tequila," she announced, twisting off the top and taking a swig of it. She winced slightly at the taste and passed it to Ron, who stared at it for a moment, doubts growing in his mind. "From Sweden, I think,"
Ron hesitantly took a sip, wincing as Hermione had, before passing the bottle to Harry. "Ah," Ron gasped after he'd swallowed. "Strong," he grinned. "But surprisingly good,"
Hermione nodded. "Isn't it? Go on, Harry, have some," she reached back into the chest and this time pulled out a small cardboard box.
"Whats that?" Harry asked, ignoring the tequila in his hand.
Hermione glanced up at him. "Well, you changed my hair back, and all...." she used her fingernail to break the tape holding the box shut. "More stuff I've been saving," The box was filled with muggle hair dyes of outrageous colors. "Thats what most of this box is," Hermione waved a hand at the wooden chest. "In case I get bored, a lot of muggle things-to wear, to drink, to smoke." She pulled the tequila bottle out of Harry's hand and took another gulp. She wiped hermouth. "And things to listen to,"
"Muggle music?" Ron asked, his eyes lighting up as Hermione extracted a CD player from the box, along withseveral CDs. "Great!" He took the CDs from her and read their lables. "Nine Inch Nails," he muttered, looking at the covers. "Godsmack, Marilyn Manson, Switchblade Symphony, Rob Zombie, Ramstein......" he glanced at Hermione. "how do these things work?" he held up a CD.
"Here," Harry said taking the CD from Ron and putting it in the CD player, as Hermione rummaged further in the chest. He turned it on and immediatly loud music started blasting from the CD player, making Ron jump.
"Woah," Ron muttered as he listened to Trent Rezner's scream. "This is so different..."
"Thats part of the point," Hermoine muttered, leaning back, the tequila bottle cradled in her hands. She was smiling broadly. "Do you like it?"
Ron considered. "Yeah, actually," he admitted. "I think I do."
"Good," Hermione smiled, taking another sip of the tequila before putting it aside and leaning over towards Ron. She crawled over him, revealing the condom she held in one hand. "Now lets make this worth it," she fell, quite deliberatly, onto her friend so they fell off the bed onto the floor.
For several moments there was near silence that was broken by a giggle and a soft moan from Ron. Harry carefully ventured to peer over the edge of the bed. Immediatly he sat up again, turned Nine Inch Nails up all the way and reached for Hermione's forgotten tequila bottle, with the intentions of getting as drunk as he could before joining his friends on the floor.
THE END
Actually, I think I'm going to continue this FURTHER......I'm haveing a lot of fun writing these, even if they ARE stupid......I think I'll eventually making this considerably longer, all in all, and-well, you'll see if I do it. =)
~Harmony