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(Ok, so I know I might be dragging this scene on a bit, but… It helps the story along.)
And sorry if this is shorter than other chapters, I was just trying to get SOMETHING up, and I don't really have a clue where I'm going with this story.
Ch. 8
Many of the Slytherins had gone home, but Draco, Blaise, and Hermione were still talking and drinking on the couch. A knock sounded around the room and all three slightly jumped.
"Who the hell would come at this hour?" Draco said grumpily. He had been grumpy since he got Hermione's shoe in his eye.
"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh NO!! There are all these drinks lying around! They're gonna find out!! I'm going to be EXPELLED!!! And then I won't be able to get a home, and I'll be stuck with YOU of ALL people, and then I'm going to have to find a job, and I won't get ANYWHERE cause I didn't graduate! I'll have to be a prostitute or something… OR I could sell them into slavery. That could get me some money… Aha!" Hermione was almost hyper-ventilating, and at the end jumped up and grabbed both Draco and Blaise and started dragging them towards the window.
"What the hell?" Draco shouted a Blaise calmly tried to reason with her.
"Granger, come on. Calm down. It's probably not even a teacher. Just a student who left something here. Look. Look at me. I'm going to go see who it is." At this Hermione whipped around.
"No! No, you will not! I am going to open the door and you two won't go ANYWHERE!" By this point both boys were sure that, when drunk (or at least they HOPE it was the drinks) Hermione looses all sanity.
"So do we call the bet a tie?" Draco asked looking at Blaise.
"Yeah, I would say so. Because she's obviously not unconscious, and doesn't seem to be giggling much." Blaise said inching towards the door to see who it was.
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Hermione opened the door, coming face-to-face with Harry and Ron.
"Um… Can I ask what the HELL ya doing here? Or is that inappropriate?" She gave them about two seconds to stand there looking shocked before she continued. "I come to the door expecting some teacher or shit-faced Slytherin, and I find you! D- do you think I'm happy about seeing you? You both have made these past couple days miserable! Every time I walk into the great hall now, everyone either has NO idea who I am, or wants to kill me out of jealousy. And NOW you come up to MY room, intruding on MY night where I was actually STARTING to have FUN!" Hermione's rant was mixed with slurred words, and apparently Harry and Ron could hear it.
Or, it could have been the half empty bottle of fire whisky in her hand.
"Hermione! Are you drinking?!?" Harry said in an outraged voice.
"What's it to you if I am?" Hermione said, taking a sip out of her bottle. "I happen to know that both of you have been to a fair share of parties that I so graciously looked over. So, whatcha going ta do? Report me?" Hermione said with a smirk. "Are you goin' to tell your DEAR sweet Dumbledore that his head girl is DRUNK? That she should be expelled… Well, do ya want to know a secret?" She leaned her head in between Harry and Ron. "I can do whatever the FUCK I want, and even if you reported me, I won't give a SHIT!"
And, on that last word Hermione swung the door closed in Harry and Ron's faces, and stormed back into the room. She sat back on the couch, and promptly finished her bottle of fire-whisky. After a long silence she spoke up again.
"What did I do wrong, Malfoy?" She said staring down at her lap. "How did it get this out of control? How have I lost all my friends in less than a week?"
After she said this, Draco and Blaise could see the tears threatening to roll down her cheeks and they looked at each other, both wishing that she WAS unconscious at this point.
A knock sounded on their door, interrupting the awkward silence. When Hermione didn't move, Draco slowly got up, and walked to the door.
A minute passed, before Hermione heard, "Yeah, she's right here. Come in."
Hermione jerked up her head to see Ginny walking across the room. Ginny cautiously came over and sat down across from Hermione. Draco and Blaise must have seen their cue, for they both crept quickly into Draco's room.
"Oh, Merlin. Is today 'Pick on Hermione' day or something? Did Ron and Harry send you?" Hermione said exhausted.
"No. Ron and Harry didn't send me. If they tried to do that, they would be locked in some closet with an ever-lasting bat boogie hex on them. You know that, Hermione. Don't try to make yourself feel all guilty. My stupid brother is ignorant, and Harry- Harry is just confused. If anyone is to blame, it's them!" Ginny said with a small smile.
"But they HATE me, Gin! I've lost all my friends, and I have to rely on Slytherins to take care of me!" A small tear was threatening to run down her cheek.
"Oh, no! Hermione, honey, you haven't lost ALL your friends!" Ginny said as she quickly moved to sit next to her friend and wrap her arm around her. "Look, I'm still here! And I know many people still love you, it was probably just the original shock. And, I hate to say it, but I know that, even if it's out of selfishness, Malfoy and Zabini are helping you! Look on the bright side! You will no longer be treated as a bookworm push over we ALL know you're not!"
Hermione looked at her with a small smile. "Yeah…" she said through what remained of her tears.
Ginny looked down at her friend –her very drunk friend, mind you- to see her already asleep on her lap. 'Tomorrow will be one hell of a morning.' She thought, as she too started to fall asleep.
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Hermione felt the cold before anything else. Then came her sore back and neck muscles, and a dull ache in her head along with voices that sounded like they were screaming. She tried to sit up, and open her eyes, but the moment she did, the ache in her head got ten times worse.
"Ahh, I think she's awake." Came a very loud voice in her head sounding something like Draco, and one part in the very back of her head wondered what he was doing in her room.
Hermione tried to pull up her covers over her head, only to realize that there were no covers on her, which at least explained why she was cold. She was pushed up into a sitting position, and something was forced into her hand.
"Drink this, Hermione. It helps a lot, trust me." Ginny's voice sounded in her ear.
As Hermione had no good reason why she shouldn't drink what ever she had just been handed, she drowned it in one gulp. Immediately the ache in her head lessened considerably.
"Why…why does my head hurt so much?" Hermione asked, not able to recall much of the previous night. "Did I it my head or something? And Ginny-why are you here?"
The other three in the room looked cautiously at one another, wondering if the truth would be too much for Hermione. It was Ginny who spoke up cautiously.
"Hermione darling, there was apparently a party here last night. You were so distraught that you started to drink." She pointed helpfully to the fire whisky bottle next to Hermione.
Hermione just looked confused for a second before bursting out laughing. "Oh, right, Gin. I was drinking. I'm sure. And then, let me guess, Harry and Ron came to apologize. And instead I offered them a drink. SO like me, don't you think?" She said, still laughing hysterically.
The other three in the room looked like she had lost her head, but forced smiles before nodding to try and appease her that it was all a joke.
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