Sorry I've been taking a while to update… I've got a killer sore throat and haven't been able to use the net at home. I'm bed-ridden apart from school.
This chapter is inspired by LOST. The best TV show in the world (in my opinion). Mainly based on the Kate-Sawyer drinking game.
Callouts:
FaeRie Fire: Just because I said it was pointless doesn't mean it is :fume: anyway, all is forgiven.
Parody-of-an-angel: I swear it was underscored once…
Selenes Song: You thought it was useful… unlike someone…
Shock: Lost is brilliant!
Phantominhell: Lost is on this Tonight, or last night, depending on when you read this!
Chadick: There will me more excitement.. I just have to fit it in somewhere. It'll be there.
Disturbedfox: The diary thing is coming…
Sexyslytherin27: meh… why do people always throw my threats back at me?
Babyraccoon2: I love your reviews, you're so nice…. But I haven't gotten any bad ones so I love everyone at this moment in time… I'll keep updating, don't worry.
BeautifulMisconception: Nah, Trelawney's a nutcase. Pure coincidence and self determination, there may be something about her liking cats but if there was….
American-born-confused-desi: I wanna cookie! Please…
Justmaybe: Just look at the chapter title… yes I think they may go a bit over the top with the alcohol. And you're not annoying me. I like being annoyed. Especially if it means you review.
Danish pastry 28: None at all.
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Tera McCaslin: Who do you think? If you watch lost you probably should have guessed… the bad-boy and the semi-heroine of course.
Chapter 12:'I never', but I might...
"So in your past life you were Cleopatra?" One of Lavendar's friends asked, awestruck. Hermione nodded. Since that morning she'd gathered a large group of fans and followers, all who believed Trelawney's predictions like what they saw in front of them.
"And you like, were rich!" Another gasped. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You can put it that way." Hermione said thoughtfully. It was amazing what these girls would believe. She to them was a god or something similar.
She'd spent all lunch in the library, researching as much as possible on Egypt as she could, she had to make her story plausible.
"Hey, how 'bout we talk later. I have homework to do." Hermione said, excusing herself from the crowd of girls. She slipped into the Gryffindor common room, followed only by Parvati, who disappeared up the girls' dorm staircase as soon as she got in. Probably out to gather more Trelawney worshippers to tell them the 'good' news. Yay! Hermione thought sarcastically.
Hermione collapsed onto the sofa. She couldn't remember why she'd chosen the Gryffindor common room. She had her own, but she needed the comforting homeliness. Her common room was nice, but she had to share it with Malfoy, and he was being more cold and unsocial since Hermione's sudden rise in popularity. Boys… hated not being the centre of attention.
"'Mione? What are you doing here?" Ginny asked, coming down the stairs with heavy steps. Hermione looked up.
"Oh. Hi." She sighed despondently.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked. Hermione shrugged.
"Let's see. Hordes of fanatical teenage girls who think I'm god-on-earth, Malfoy's being an effing pain in the arse, my ex-boyfriend's going out with Lavendar, and I have tons of homework." Hermione counted off on her fingers. Ginny rolled her eyes and sat down next to Hermione.
"Firstly, you're over Ron, so don't use that as an excuse. Secondly, Malfoy is a pain in the arse. And thirdly, just get your fans to do your homework; I'm sure they'd be honoured to do Cleopatra's charms essay." Ginny said bossily. "So get over it."
"Well I'm sorry." Hermione huffed. Ginny smiled.
"Change of story. You know how Tink ate Pansy's diary?"
"How can I forget? That was my last change of figuring everything out."
"No it's not. Okay. What you do is…"
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Hermione stood outside the stone statue that guarded the Head's common room. She would be inside, but someone had to change the password when she wasn't there.
"MALFOY! LET ME IN THIS INSTANT! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH!" Hermione shouted.
"I don't feel like it." Malfoy said from inside. Surprisingly Hermione could hear his voice clearly through the door.
"I WILL KILL YOU!"
"How? You're out there."
"Just tell me the friggin' password!" Hermione sighed.
"Why should I?"
"Let me in and I'll tell you."
"I'll have to think about that. Come back in an hour or so."
"Let… me… in… NOW!"
"Now, now Granger, no need to shout. Asp."
The statue moved out of the way and Hermione stormed into the room.
"Why the hell did you change the password?" She asked, annoyed.
Malfoy shrugged. "I don't like griffins."
"That is the lamest excuse ever."
"Cleopatra was killed by an asp. It's a snake you know."
"I'm not stupid. And how'd you find out about the whole Cleopatra thing?" Hermione asked.
"Pansy told me." Malfoy said simply. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Help me with the box." Hermione said bluntly and gestured back out into the hall.
"Is that an order Granger?" Malfoy sneered.
"Yes. Are you going to help or what?"
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Hermione and Malfoy lugged the heavy box into the common room. Eventually they put it on the table. Malfoy collapsed into the sofa.
"Granger, what the hell is in that thing?" Malfoy asked, annoyed. Hermione smiled.
"Beer."
"And why do you have a box full of beer?" He asked
"Partly Ginny's fault, partly your's," Hermione shrugged. She sat down on the couch next to him. "It's a game. And you're playing."
"I'm playing? And when did I agree to that?"
"You didn't."
"So why do think I'm going to?"
"Because I have the only alcohol on the school premises and if you do this you can have whatever is left."
"Beer isn't alcoholic." Malfoy protested.
"Muggle beer is."
"Alcohol isn't allowed in the school." He said matter-of-factly. Hermione had to try not to laugh.
"Since when have you become such a good little boy? Anyway, I looked it up in Hogwarts, A History, and it isn't even mentioned. So technically, it's still legal." She said, rolling her eyes. "Are you going to play or what?"
"Fine…"
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Hermione unpacked the bottles, while explaining the rules to Malfoy.
"You're supposed to play thins with something much stronger, but this was all Ginny could get. We each have one bottle to start off with. Someone stars by saying a negative comment, such as 'I have never sung in the shower'," Malfoy snorted. "The other person, if they have sung in the shower will take a drink. If the first person was lying they can then correct themselves by taking a drink too. You can ask any question and should get a truthful answer back. Disgusting questions will not be answered.
"And the aim of the game is?" Malfoy asked sceptically.
"To find out as much about the person as possible without getting drunk I suppose." Hermione added, "If you finish one bottle you take another. This game can go for a long time."
"I'll start then." Malfoy announced much to Hermione's surprise. She shrugged and passed him one of the bottles.
"Sure." She agreed.
"I have never dyed my hair." He said thoughtfully, trying to think whether he had. Hermione frowned. She took a swig if her bottle.
"Could you ask something a little less obvious" She groaned, fingering her black locks. "I have never had a mentally unstable stalker, or any stalker for that matter."
"Pansy…" Malfoy groaned, and drank some of his beer. "Stupid cow. Okay… I have never dated my friend."
"God I should hope not… Crabbe and Goyle are effing ugly." Hermione frowned, disgusted by the image in her head. She took a sip. "But at about Pansy? You two were always together…"
"No. Our parents introduced us when I was five and she was four and a half. I think I greeted her by setting fire to one of her stuffed unicorns…" Malfoy answered thoughtfully.
Hermione looked shocked. "But that's just horrible."
"Too bad," Malfoy groaned. "Get on with it."
"I have never been turned into a ferret."
"Ha. Ha." He mumbled sourly. He lifted his beer bottle, tipping it into his mouth quickly. "I have never hosted a Halloween party where the guests turned on me."
"I have." Hermione groaned through the glass of the bottle. Time for the important stuff… She thought to herself. "I have never stolen my… partner's diary."
"I didn't steal it. I'm not that low." Malfoy sneered. Hermione gave him a look that clearly read 'Oh sure… I'm really going to believe that'. "I was given it."
"The same way you gave it to me, I suppose?" Hermione asked tauntingly.
"No. As in given. My dad if you have to know." Malfoy said darkly. Hermione stopped her taunting. If it involved his father it was generally serious.
"Oh…" was all she said. Malfoy shrugged.
"Just don't go there." He mumbled. Hermione nodded. She understood. After a minute of silence Hermione poked him in the shoulder to warn him the game was still going.
"Oh, right… I never got less that 100 percent in potions." He sneered. Hermione started. That touched a nerve. Malfoy thought happily.
"That's because Snape is a biased d-… person… who refused to give me the marks I deserve." Hermione protested loudly. Malfoy smirked as Hermione begrudgingly took a sip of beer. "I never lied about why I broke up with someone."
"I never broke up with someone publicly." Malfoy said quickly, before drinking for the last question.
Hermione frowned and drank. The next one has to be good… "I never bought my way into a sports team." Hermione frowned. That was all I could come up with?
Malfoy frowned too and took a drink. "I have never lied about my ancestries to gain popularity."
"It's not about popularity!" Hermione protested. Malfoy shot her a death glare. She frowned. "Fine then." She tipped the bottle back, draining the last mouthful. One bottle went quickly enough…
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The game went on, so did the drinking. The meaningless questions went back and forth without getting too much information out of each other. It was Hermione's turn and she was out of it.
"I have never been drunk before." She sighed, leaning back into the sofa. The empty bottles on the table mixed in with the full. Hermione had no idea how much she'd drank. But they'd been at this game for about two hours now. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
Malfoy drank the last few drops in the bottle he was holding, he too had had much more than his fair share of alcohol. Once this game hit the flow it was very hard to stop.
"Count yourself lucky." He groaned. "You should see Pansy when she's smashed… She almost started stripping in front of Goyle."
"I'm sure you enjoyed that." Hermione said teasingly. Malfoy frowned.
"No. She ended up collapsing unconscious and we had to wait three hours to get someone at St. Mungo's to check her out." He explained, absent mindedly. Hermione laughed.
"I bet you never went to that party again."
"No, the sad thing is it was after school in the Slytherin common room. No one knew how she'd gotten all the fire-whiskey, but we found a massive stash under her bed."
Hermione smiled and sighed deeply. It was nice, here in the head's common room. Sure, the company wasn't great, but she was at least having a decent conversation… for once.
She reached over the table to get another bottle. Malfoy grabbed her wrist.
"I don't think that's a good idea." He said bluntly. Hermione frowned and looked up at him dazedly. She blinked a few times, as if trying to get a focus on what she was seeing.
"You think I'm drunk, don't you?" She asked slowly. Malfoy paused, startled. God, she's worse than I thought…
"You are, most definitely, drunk." He answered. Hermione looked calm, but dazed, she lent forward, even closer to Malfoy, who was now very uncomfortable. "Granger, you have ten seconds to get off of me." He said through clenched teeth. Hermione had almost moved onto his lap.
"No." She whispered. She had two thoughts going through her head, 'HERMIONE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! HOW MUCH BEER DID YOU HAVE! THIS IS MALFOY YOU'RE TALKING TOO!' and 'you're alone with a hot guy…'. She was very confused, and unfortunately the second thought was much stronger. She lent even closer…
The doorknob rattled as someone walked into the common room.
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