Hogwarts is Still a High School
New York Quotes Challenge
TFLN Challenge
Drabble 14
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Hermione eyed her nervously. This was not going to end well, not one bit.
Dipping a small glass into the clear liquid, Lavender handed the now full container of death over to her friend. She was quite pleased with herself that she, and the rest of the Gryffindor girls there, would be the ones to successfully aid the know-it-all to corruption, "Here, and take it quick. It will burn less."
To be honest and fair, the brunette was not giving into peer pressure, nor doing this to impress her boyfriend, whom she assumed would pop in the Head's dormitory any second now, as he usually crashed in Head Boy Blaise's room for party nights such as these.
Oh no, Hermione had decided that it was time she did an experiment to clearly understand the attraction that little drinks such as the one she now held in her hand had over people like Draco. And Merlin knows she told him to stay away for the night; who knows what she would do or say with a little liquid stupidity in her (not liquid courage, mind you. She had enough courage, so she figured the only thing left for her to gain was the stupidity and curiosity that brought her into this mess in the first place).
Lifting it to her face, she closed her eyes.
All she remembered was that it burned.
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Pounding headaches she was not used to. Late nights, little sleep, scary adventures with Harry and Ron, sure. But her head felt like it was caving in. Hopefully, this would not affect the aptitude of her brain cells to learn adequately.
Leaning up onto her elbows, Hermione rubbed her face, in a half-hearted attempt to wipe the sleep away. It was one of the final days of Christmas break, so no classes would be taking place today. Gingerly laying her head back down on the pillow, she breathed deep and shut her eyes.
"Morning, love."
Oh how the tables had turned. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, suppressed his laughter as his girlfriend remained face-down on the couch, while trying to usher him away with one loose wave to the side. "I brought you a potion. Brewed it up myself, it'll help, I promise."
And of course, she discovered, he was right, just as he always seems to be. Hermione's headache lessened, and she sat up to face him. "That was terrible."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much."
"Draco. There was a punch bowl full of straight vodka. Glass bowl, ladle, vodka, and no punch at all. It was something of a rough night."
"That's quite sad for you. You've always been quite fond of punch."
"Now is not a time for your hilarious commentary."
"No need to get hostile, love. Though I must admit your acceptance of my marriage proposal was quite a shock to the rest of the party. I must say we seemed to have had a smashing time, from what I remember."
"Really? Huh. Well, I must have been really drunk when I did that. Married in my seventh year? I still have my life to live before settling down."
Draco shared pulled her close, resting his head atop hers, "I've done crazier things, Mione."
The tattoo above his heart felt heavy against his chest. It had been there for ages – two years to be exact. He would tell her when the time was right. Possibly after she changed her mind about the marriage proposal.
He'd work on it.
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Everything I do, I do for you.
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Author's Note.
TFLN Challenge prompt: (610): There was a punch bowl full of straight vodka. Glass bowl, ladle, vodka, and no punch at all. It was something of a rough night.
NYQ Challenge prompt: "Really? Huh. Well, I must have been really drunk when I did that."
And there you have it! Has anyone seen the show Underage and Engaged? Maybe it's only a US show- I'm not sure. But that was the inspiration for this little ditty.
Personally, I liked the ending myself, but I couldn't tell if I clearly got my message across at the end, but it's one of those things that the writer gets a vision of how they think it should be and whether it came across or not is unclear. Let me know!
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