A/N: This story is based on a book that I have recently read: "How The Other Half Hamptons" by Jasmin Rosemberg.
SUMMARY: One house. One whole summer. 40 students from different Houses. Get ready for drunken escapades, public nudity, hot tub hookups, explosive arguments, emotional bonding, and juvenile mischief. The best time of their lives.
SPOILERS: A/U.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING.
A/N: THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!
Add Firewhisky & Stir
CHAPTER 4
The ride on the Knight Bus all the way towards the Pink Hipogriff was not entirely pleasant for Draco. It was his first time to ride in a public vehicle. And said public vehicle was not very clean either. He was all too happy to get off the bus the second it screeched to a halt in front of the night club. The long line of people waiting outside stopped mid-conversation to stare at the purple bus.
"This is embarrassing," Blaise muttered under his breath before the two of them climbed out with as much dignity as they could muster. Blaise ran a hand through his dark brown hair, equally brown eyes gazing at the line of people. "Good. No familiar faces."
"That's because all the familiar faces that we would know wouldn't need to stand in line anymore."
Adrian passed by them with a nod of his head. "Gents." He made a beeline for the bouncer who was clutching a piece of parchment, a quill on the other hand. Adrian whispered to the bouncer who graced them all with a scrutinizing glare. After a while, the bouncer gave a curt nod and waved his wand. The velvet ropes blocking the entrance lifted.
Their group of forty made their way through the doors, pointedly ignoring the furious glares from the people waiting in line.
To Draco's absolute horror, the club was exactly as he had imagined it to be. A dark enormous room filled with intoxicated, gyrating bodies. The intense smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke wafted around the club. Wood led their pack to a corner where there were two round tables big enough for all of them.
"No VIP room?" Draco asked in disdain.
Wood shot him a look. "Sorry Malfoy, this is all we can afford. Although you're more than welcome to get one."
Draco knew that suggestion was shot. By now, all the VIP room must have already been booked. It was a Saturday night after all. All of a sudden, an excessive amount of Firewhisky and Butterbeer on floating trays appeared out of nowhere and floated towards their group. A bunch of eager hands almost immediately grabbed at the tray with undisguised excitement.
This is pathetic. Draco thought. He motioned to Blaise. "I'm going outside for some air."
"But we just got here!" Blaise protested.
Draco didn't reply, retracing his footsteps towards the exit doors.
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Hermione stood by the bar next to Cassie, eyes frantically searching the crowd for her two best friends. There seemed to be a multitude of jet black hair and redheads that it was impossible to spot them at all. The dim lighting and blinking colors did nothing to help her frantic search. She was feeling a tad bit uncomfortable in this place. And to think that we're going to go through this for an entire summer! She thought wildly.
Cassie downed her Butterbeer in one gulp. "This place is bloody amazing! We should go dance Hermione!"
Hermione felt her jaw go slack. Dance? The only dancing she knew was ballroom dancing, and the people surrounding her at that very moment were doing the very, very opposite of ballroom dancing.
She surveyed the mass of moving bodies. Females pressed up against each other, males pressed up against females' backsides, hands everywhere, hips shaking, heads tossing, eyes shut closed. She didn't have it in her to dance like that. It all seemed very alien to her.
Before she knew what was happening, Cassie had thrust a glass of bubbling Firewhisky into her hand and was pulling her to the dance floor. Soon, she was a part of the single moving mass. Cassie clinked her glass with hers before emptying the entire content of her glass into her throat. After a brief moment of hesitation, Hermione against her better judgment, took one look at the tempting beverage in her hand and drank it all as quickly as possible.
The first time she had tasted Firewhisky was a little over a year ago. Ron and Harry had dared her to. The both of them thought she would never do it. But she did. Okay, so she only drank about a spoonful, but still! She had done it. And it had appeased her friends. However, she had never totally emptied an entire glass in one sitting. More so, in one gulp.
Hermione blinked back tears as the alcohol burned its way down her throat and into her stomach which suddenly began to feel like it was on fire. Maybe that wasn't the best idea. She thought, feeling the panic rise in her. Cassie was oblivious. Her blonde friend had began dancing beside her, arms in the air, singing along to the Celestina Warbeck song that was blasting through an unknown source.
Hermione tried to catch her breath. The burning feeling was starting to subside and she commanded herself to relax and calm down. Within seconds, all pain disappeared, to be replaced by a heavenly feeling of lightheadedness.
And all her worries about dancing faded away.
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Harry Potter watched from his seat at the table as a familiar brown-haired girl danced like no one was watching. It had taken him the past five minutes trying to figure out if that was his best friend or not. For one thing, the hair didn't look that bushy, another thing was, she was wearing something that wasn't exactly her style, and another thing was, she was clutching an empty glass of Firewhisky in her hand and was currently dancing her ass off.
Upon closer inspection, Harry realized that it was indeed Hermione Granger. He glanced at Ron to see if he had noticed, but he was way too drunk to notice anything, and was way to engrossed in the two blonde girls on either of his side, giggling at his every word. Harry shook his head in amusement. It was actually refreshing to see his two best friends let loose for one night.
And it was also a little depressing.
Maybe it was because he was sitting all alone at the table.
"Well if it isn't the infamous Harry Potter." A voice drawled in front of him. He looked up to see a brunette girl with silvery gray eyes. He recognized her as a Slytherin, but had forgotten her name.
"May I?" She gestured at the empty seat beside him. He nodded mutely, unsure of what to say. He had been moping around for the last couple of minutes about being alone and then suddenly out of nowhere this stunning being had decided to keep him company. It was almost too good to be true.
She seemed to have noticed him staring because she raised an eyebrow. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"
Harry shook his head. It wasn't like he did.
"Bettina." She introduced herself. "Bettina Zabini."
Now he knew who she was.
She was Blaise's cousin.
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