a/n: this one probably isn't as good as the others, but i got bored and
this got fun ater a while. especially with the way i see it in my mind.
oh jeez. *goes back to laughing* be sure to leave a review!!
"Oh damn," Harry muttered painfully as he stumbled back inside of his apartment at an ungodly hour of the morning.
Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world and husband to the most brilliant witch ever, was a fan of whiskey. This much was aparent by the smell of the drink on his breath and by the songs that he was singing drunkenly as he tried to make his way to the bedroom.
"Hey-ho to the bot'le I go ta heal my hear-hic-heart and drown my wooooooooooooeeeeeeeeessssss!!!"
There was an angry sound of tapping coming from the floor beneath his feet and Harry dropped on all fours to stick his head to the wood.
"I hhhheeeeaaarrrrrrr yooouuuuuuu!!!!"
From the doorway Harry's wife Hermione watched the show with amusement. She had agreed to let him go out drinking with his buddies knowing what he would be like when he got home. After all, the boy needed some fun every once in a while.
"Harry," Hermione said as she tried to lift him up off of the floor. "Come on sweetheart, you smell bad. Let's go get you out of these clothes."
"You kinky girl you- yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu liiiiiiight up my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffeeeeeee!!!!"
Harry broke out into song on a horrible note and Hermione tried to cover her ears while supporting him on his way to the bedroom. What the neighbors must think.
"Harry, can you be quiet just for a short while? Maybe play the quiet game for me?" Hermione asked hopefully as she put one finger up to her mouth to indicate quiet. Harry put one of his own fingers up to his mouth and quieted himself with a series of 'shhhhh's.
Hermione managed to get Harry onto the bed with a springy bounce that Harry thought was quite amusing. He giggled uncontrollably like a girl before quieting himself again.
"Harry, whatever am I going to do with you?" Hermione asked as she began to unbutton his shirt.
"Well I can think of one thing," Harry said seductively. "And it takes two..."
"You're drunk, Dear."
"And you're not. Wha's the problem?"
"The problem will be you in the morning. Now hold still so I can finish," Hermione said as she tried to yank off his shoes.
"Oh, I don't think I will," Harry said playfully as he pushed Hermione off of his feet. He rolled back onto the bed and kicked his feet out toward the ceiling.
"Hey, 'Mione, I'm a bug! A DEAD bug!" Harry exclaimed as he began to giggle again.
Hermione stiffled a laugh as she crawled up on the bed next to him, pushing his legs down and holding his arms against his chest. At this rate he was going to hurt himself with his raving antics.
After a few content moments of silence Hermione looked over to see that Harry had a look of intense concentration on his face as he stared out the window to their left. Hermione brushed a few stray strands of hair out of his face and tucked them back behind his ear.
"What is it, Love?" Hermione asked.
Harry sniffed away a few tears. "I'm just so happy!"
Hermione flinched as Harry began to cry uncontrollably at a very loud volume. She rubbed his arms and placed a few kisses on his face to quiet him down. After ten minutes was gone he had quieted back down again in her arms. And much to her surprise and happiness, Harry had gone into a drunken sleep with a smile on his face.
"Oh damn," Harry muttered painfully as he stumbled back inside of his apartment at an ungodly hour of the morning.
Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world and husband to the most brilliant witch ever, was a fan of whiskey. This much was aparent by the smell of the drink on his breath and by the songs that he was singing drunkenly as he tried to make his way to the bedroom.
"Hey-ho to the bot'le I go ta heal my hear-hic-heart and drown my wooooooooooooeeeeeeeeessssss!!!"
There was an angry sound of tapping coming from the floor beneath his feet and Harry dropped on all fours to stick his head to the wood.
"I hhhheeeeaaarrrrrrr yooouuuuuuu!!!!"
From the doorway Harry's wife Hermione watched the show with amusement. She had agreed to let him go out drinking with his buddies knowing what he would be like when he got home. After all, the boy needed some fun every once in a while.
"Harry," Hermione said as she tried to lift him up off of the floor. "Come on sweetheart, you smell bad. Let's go get you out of these clothes."
"You kinky girl you- yooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu liiiiiiight up my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifffffffeeeeeee!!!!"
Harry broke out into song on a horrible note and Hermione tried to cover her ears while supporting him on his way to the bedroom. What the neighbors must think.
"Harry, can you be quiet just for a short while? Maybe play the quiet game for me?" Hermione asked hopefully as she put one finger up to her mouth to indicate quiet. Harry put one of his own fingers up to his mouth and quieted himself with a series of 'shhhhh's.
Hermione managed to get Harry onto the bed with a springy bounce that Harry thought was quite amusing. He giggled uncontrollably like a girl before quieting himself again.
"Harry, whatever am I going to do with you?" Hermione asked as she began to unbutton his shirt.
"Well I can think of one thing," Harry said seductively. "And it takes two..."
"You're drunk, Dear."
"And you're not. Wha's the problem?"
"The problem will be you in the morning. Now hold still so I can finish," Hermione said as she tried to yank off his shoes.
"Oh, I don't think I will," Harry said playfully as he pushed Hermione off of his feet. He rolled back onto the bed and kicked his feet out toward the ceiling.
"Hey, 'Mione, I'm a bug! A DEAD bug!" Harry exclaimed as he began to giggle again.
Hermione stiffled a laugh as she crawled up on the bed next to him, pushing his legs down and holding his arms against his chest. At this rate he was going to hurt himself with his raving antics.
After a few content moments of silence Hermione looked over to see that Harry had a look of intense concentration on his face as he stared out the window to their left. Hermione brushed a few stray strands of hair out of his face and tucked them back behind his ear.
"What is it, Love?" Hermione asked.
Harry sniffed away a few tears. "I'm just so happy!"
Hermione flinched as Harry began to cry uncontrollably at a very loud volume. She rubbed his arms and placed a few kisses on his face to quiet him down. After ten minutes was gone he had quieted back down again in her arms. And much to her surprise and happiness, Harry had gone into a drunken sleep with a smile on his face.