Drunken Students
Disclaimer- The invention of butterbeer and these characters are of Jk Rowling's mind.
A/N- I needed to write something to make me laugh.
A Wonderful Discovery
"C'mon Hermione.." Whined Harry, sounding even to himself like an insufferable three year old.
Ron ignored this, as did Hermione as she pointed her nose directly in the air.
"It's our last weekend at Hogwarts-"
"-It's not as if they can suspend you-"
"-Especially after getting 210 percent in your N.E.W.T.S."
Harry and Ron grinned, obviously proud of their argumentive skills.
"No."
One simple word, and they felt as if their lives had been crushed.
"But Hermione-"
"Never again-"
"We wouldn't even get caught!"
"No!" She repeated, more indignantly this time. "It's still leaving school grounds. Still trespassing. And still breaking about a thousand other rules."
"Nowhere near that, Hermione," Disagreed Ron.
"Yeah. I'd say it's closer to a hundred." Harry grinned.
"NO!"
With that, and a swish of her Hogwarts robes, she turned and left through the open portait hole of the Gryffindor common room, not bothering to even pay polite greetings to the Fat Lady.
"We could go ourselves," Suggested Ron, not sounding as happy about it as he tried.
"It wouldn't be the same-" Started Harry.
"More rule breaking-"
"Not the-"
"Okay. To bed, then?" Ron gave up the pathetic arguement with a shrug of defeat and a beginning of a trek upstairs.
Harry seemed indecisive.
"Would you rather join Dean and Pansy, out in the corridors, snogging?"
Harry was right behind him.
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"If there's one good thing about getting away from Hogwarts, it's leaving this dorm and all Dean's idiotic Muggle belongings with it."
"Umm, Ron?" Asked Harry.
"What is it?" He mubled, pulling his robes up over his head.
"Aren't you going to work with your dad at the ministry?"
"Well, yeah.. but-"
Ron stopped upon casting his robes aside. His mum's frequent reminders not to throw around his laundry, made him pick the frayed bit of fabirc up, revealing part of what would prove to be quite the discovery.
"What's this?"
Ron lifted the box, and grinned. It contained twelve cans of some sort of beverage. In the dim light of the dorm he could only make out '..beer.'
Harry continued to pull his own school robes off, not awfully interested.
"Looks like we don't have to go down to the Three Broomsticks-"
Harry's interest was now caught.
"The butterbeer's already here!"
Disclaimer- The invention of butterbeer and these characters are of Jk Rowling's mind.
A/N- I needed to write something to make me laugh.
A Wonderful Discovery
"C'mon Hermione.." Whined Harry, sounding even to himself like an insufferable three year old.
Ron ignored this, as did Hermione as she pointed her nose directly in the air.
"It's our last weekend at Hogwarts-"
"-It's not as if they can suspend you-"
"-Especially after getting 210 percent in your N.E.W.T.S."
Harry and Ron grinned, obviously proud of their argumentive skills.
"No."
One simple word, and they felt as if their lives had been crushed.
"But Hermione-"
"Never again-"
"We wouldn't even get caught!"
"No!" She repeated, more indignantly this time. "It's still leaving school grounds. Still trespassing. And still breaking about a thousand other rules."
"Nowhere near that, Hermione," Disagreed Ron.
"Yeah. I'd say it's closer to a hundred." Harry grinned.
"NO!"
With that, and a swish of her Hogwarts robes, she turned and left through the open portait hole of the Gryffindor common room, not bothering to even pay polite greetings to the Fat Lady.
"We could go ourselves," Suggested Ron, not sounding as happy about it as he tried.
"It wouldn't be the same-" Started Harry.
"More rule breaking-"
"Not the-"
"Okay. To bed, then?" Ron gave up the pathetic arguement with a shrug of defeat and a beginning of a trek upstairs.
Harry seemed indecisive.
"Would you rather join Dean and Pansy, out in the corridors, snogging?"
Harry was right behind him.
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"If there's one good thing about getting away from Hogwarts, it's leaving this dorm and all Dean's idiotic Muggle belongings with it."
"Umm, Ron?" Asked Harry.
"What is it?" He mubled, pulling his robes up over his head.
"Aren't you going to work with your dad at the ministry?"
"Well, yeah.. but-"
Ron stopped upon casting his robes aside. His mum's frequent reminders not to throw around his laundry, made him pick the frayed bit of fabirc up, revealing part of what would prove to be quite the discovery.
"What's this?"
Ron lifted the box, and grinned. It contained twelve cans of some sort of beverage. In the dim light of the dorm he could only make out '..beer.'
Harry continued to pull his own school robes off, not awfully interested.
"Looks like we don't have to go down to the Three Broomsticks-"
Harry's interest was now caught.
"The butterbeer's already here!"