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::Hermione's POV::
"Lets go fuck Hermione darling!"
I stared at him in rage, and glanced at Harry quickly, who only mouthed "he's drunk" back to me. Ah, so little Ron was drunk. Duh Hermione!
Thinking of something intelligent to say to Ron, I quickly said "Ron you're drunk." GOOD ONE! Harry snorted and he looked back at me in amusement. Ugh! Stupid boys!
Ron rolled his head to the side and turned his glazed eyes to me, "Was that a yes I heard?"
Rolling my eyes I clenched my fists and gripped hold of my bag. Harry caught my eye again and held up his finger, motioning "hold on." I nodded impateniently and turned back to my drunk friend who was now skipping along the alley singing, god knows what out loud. Harry walked over to me and let out a sigh. "So, how's it been?" He asked turning his head away from the embarrassing figure who was known as his best friend. I laughed softly and turned my chin up to him.
"Well, good, up until now that I have this image burned into my mind." He nodded and let out another sigh smiling down at the grass.
Ron came slouching over to us and put his arm around my waist and whispered "I'd love to taste you." Opening my mouth in disgust at the strong smell of liquour coming from his mouth, I looked at Harry helplessly, begging him for help.
He laughed heartily, "Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron." He echoed shaking is head in disapprovment. Quickly grabbing Ron's arm, Harry pulled him off of me and tugged at his shirt like a dog collar. "Come on boy, I think it's time for a good sleep, yeah?" Ron only wobbled and rested his chin down on his neck. Harry took it as a yes, and walked over to the large blue building floating a few inches off the ground. "I'll be right back Hermione!" Harry shouted back at me, walking up to the doorstep still clenching Ron's shirt.
Looking after them I slumped down and leaned against the tree standing next to me, while softy humming to myself. A few fire flies came drifting into the scene and I watched the settle flight they were taking, while moving themselves through the calming wind.
"Sorry about that!" Harry shouted running back towards me looking slightly embaressed. Crossing my arms over my chest I looked at him with dismay, "And how did that all happen?"
He looked down shyly and put his gaze back up to the sky, while sucking in deeply. "Well, you know that uh." He stopped for a moment and laughed. I hate it when people do this! Why can't they just tell me?! I bent my head down, edging him on to continue. "You know that party over at Justin's house?"
"That's not until 8 tonight." I said questioningly. Harry nodded, "Yeah well, Ron didn't seem to uh, understand that." Rolling my eyes, he continued. "So you know, he decided to drink ahead of time, and get it over with."
Groaning "oh my god" and "stupid git" a few times, Harry finally looked back at me and grinned. "Hmm?" I asked sleepily.
He snickered, "Ron asked you to fuck him."
"SHUT UP!"
Harry dodged my punch and stepped back a few steps laughing harder. Stupid git! Like Ron knew what he was saying.
"What's the plan for the rest of the night then?"
I stared at him like he was mad, "No plans! I have work to do!"
"Oh god Hermione!" He groaned loudly. "Don't you ever change?"
"Guess not, now please just give me the letter and I'll be off."
He looked at me disapprovingly but reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin delicate piece of parchment. "You know, it's not like we see each other very often. You could at least get some time to catch up on things with your friends."
Glaring at him slightly I held out my hand for the letter, "Give me the letter."
Harry gave me the puppy face but dropped the paper into my hand and walked off. "See you Hermione."
"Bye Harry," I echoed after him, reading closely at the fine print.
Hermione meet me at 4 tomorrow at Swinging Pantry. Sincerely, Reamus
P.S. Didn't have an owl, so had to use Harry instead. Sorry!
::Hermione's POV::
"Lets go fuck Hermione darling!"
I stared at him in rage, and glanced at Harry quickly, who only mouthed "he's drunk" back to me. Ah, so little Ron was drunk. Duh Hermione!
Thinking of something intelligent to say to Ron, I quickly said "Ron you're drunk." GOOD ONE! Harry snorted and he looked back at me in amusement. Ugh! Stupid boys!
Ron rolled his head to the side and turned his glazed eyes to me, "Was that a yes I heard?"
Rolling my eyes I clenched my fists and gripped hold of my bag. Harry caught my eye again and held up his finger, motioning "hold on." I nodded impateniently and turned back to my drunk friend who was now skipping along the alley singing, god knows what out loud. Harry walked over to me and let out a sigh. "So, how's it been?" He asked turning his head away from the embarrassing figure who was known as his best friend. I laughed softly and turned my chin up to him.
"Well, good, up until now that I have this image burned into my mind." He nodded and let out another sigh smiling down at the grass.
Ron came slouching over to us and put his arm around my waist and whispered "I'd love to taste you." Opening my mouth in disgust at the strong smell of liquour coming from his mouth, I looked at Harry helplessly, begging him for help.
He laughed heartily, "Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron." He echoed shaking is head in disapprovment. Quickly grabbing Ron's arm, Harry pulled him off of me and tugged at his shirt like a dog collar. "Come on boy, I think it's time for a good sleep, yeah?" Ron only wobbled and rested his chin down on his neck. Harry took it as a yes, and walked over to the large blue building floating a few inches off the ground. "I'll be right back Hermione!" Harry shouted back at me, walking up to the doorstep still clenching Ron's shirt.
Looking after them I slumped down and leaned against the tree standing next to me, while softy humming to myself. A few fire flies came drifting into the scene and I watched the settle flight they were taking, while moving themselves through the calming wind.
"Sorry about that!" Harry shouted running back towards me looking slightly embaressed. Crossing my arms over my chest I looked at him with dismay, "And how did that all happen?"
He looked down shyly and put his gaze back up to the sky, while sucking in deeply. "Well, you know that uh." He stopped for a moment and laughed. I hate it when people do this! Why can't they just tell me?! I bent my head down, edging him on to continue. "You know that party over at Justin's house?"
"That's not until 8 tonight." I said questioningly. Harry nodded, "Yeah well, Ron didn't seem to uh, understand that." Rolling my eyes, he continued. "So you know, he decided to drink ahead of time, and get it over with."
Groaning "oh my god" and "stupid git" a few times, Harry finally looked back at me and grinned. "Hmm?" I asked sleepily.
He snickered, "Ron asked you to fuck him."
"SHUT UP!"
Harry dodged my punch and stepped back a few steps laughing harder. Stupid git! Like Ron knew what he was saying.
"What's the plan for the rest of the night then?"
I stared at him like he was mad, "No plans! I have work to do!"
"Oh god Hermione!" He groaned loudly. "Don't you ever change?"
"Guess not, now please just give me the letter and I'll be off."
He looked at me disapprovingly but reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin delicate piece of parchment. "You know, it's not like we see each other very often. You could at least get some time to catch up on things with your friends."
Glaring at him slightly I held out my hand for the letter, "Give me the letter."
Harry gave me the puppy face but dropped the paper into my hand and walked off. "See you Hermione."
"Bye Harry," I echoed after him, reading closely at the fine print.
Hermione meet me at 4 tomorrow at Swinging Pantry. Sincerely, Reamus
P.S. Didn't have an owl, so had to use Harry instead. Sorry!