Chapter Eleven
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Harry convinced Hermione quickly to ignore her dad and go up to her bedroom like she wanted to. She deserved to do what she felt she needed. It wasn't unreasonable for her to not want to make a public show of her mourning. He led her upstairs, though they had to stop many times on the way. Reaching her bedroom he stopped allowing her to lead the way in. It seemed only right to let her open the door.
Once inside the room they sank onto either side of the double bed that was barely hers anymore.
"Hermione, I hope you know I'm really sorry."
"About my mom? I know, Harry, of course you are. Thank you for that."
Harry hadn't meant about her mom, but decided to let the topic drop, his statement left misunderstood.
"Harry? I don't know what to do now." She said softly rolling over to face him, hoping he would understand. He didn't.
"In what way? About your dad?" He asked, taking a guess.
"No. Right now. Let's go out," She said, on whim,
"Well. Okay. But. Where?"
"This is my hometown remember. Well city really, I know where some places are. Let's just go, my dad will never come in here. We'll leave a note just in case," She added, the end after seeing the worried look on his face.
They were already dressed in muggle clothing, and while their clothes were rumpled, a little bit of magic (the ministry weren't monitoring underage magic with school in session) they were good as new. Climbing out the window provided more of a challenge, but Hermione was thrilled. She had always thought about climbing out her window, though at ten she had never had any place to go. After that she had always been at Hogwarts, or gone on vacation.
Once outside, Hermione felt exhilarated, and Harry felt worried. He still had no clue where he was, or where anything was, and he was still a little in the dark about the true ways of the muggle world. He'd never been out somewhere fun, which he was sure was what Hermione was planning.
He was right, since as soon as they got outside, Hermione led him in the direction of the nearest club. Not far from there she figured it was best if they walked.
"Where are you taking me?" Harry asked after some mental debating, whether to leave it in her hands, or to at least know what was going on.
"Just some club a friend took me to last year," She said casually. At the look on his face, which was priceless, she added "Just once, I mean I haven't been home for more than a week since we started our first year."
"Ok. Will we get in?"
"Don't worry about it. This club is.well if you argue enough they'll let you in without ID."
Which was lucky, since Hermione decided she had to get drunk. Harry was boring her, and she just wanted to have fun. She didn't want to tell Harry she planned to get drunk; he'd be against it. He'd have to wait until he couldn't stop her so well. She knew one person who wouldn't be against it. *
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"Hermione I think you've had enough to drink," Harry said looking worriedly at his drunken friend.
"Harry, I think you've had too little to drink. I think you should have a couple. Actually I think you should have a threesome," Hermione slurred and fell into a giggling fit, seemingly finding humor in her statement.
"Okay, Hermione, but not today. Someone's got to get you home." This cause Hermione to laugh harder.
"You my designated walker? It's no fun drinking alone. Maybe I'll have too go find another designated walker. One who can't walk any better than me," She was only kidding, she was enjoying herself greatly with Harry, and laughed between each word. Yet she decided to stand up anyway. She didn't quite make it, and seemed to enjoy the sensation of falling before Harry caught her.
"What'd you do that for?" She asked, barely pronouncing syllabic words at all. "I was in free fall."
'She's always thinking, even when she's drunk,' Harry thought with admiration. 'I've got to get her home.' *
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Oooh, I do NOT like this chapter. Oh well, I don't know what else to do. Anyway, Hermione was a bit out of character, but I hope I made it realistic under the circumstances.
Time to let you in on the inspiration for the title. Maybe one or two people figured this out, but I doubt it. It's from a quote by Lord Byron "Man being reasonable must get drunk, the best of life is but intoxication." Anyway, that will be back! Thank you to my wonderful reviewers, and I implore you to add to the number.
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Harry convinced Hermione quickly to ignore her dad and go up to her bedroom like she wanted to. She deserved to do what she felt she needed. It wasn't unreasonable for her to not want to make a public show of her mourning. He led her upstairs, though they had to stop many times on the way. Reaching her bedroom he stopped allowing her to lead the way in. It seemed only right to let her open the door.
Once inside the room they sank onto either side of the double bed that was barely hers anymore.
"Hermione, I hope you know I'm really sorry."
"About my mom? I know, Harry, of course you are. Thank you for that."
Harry hadn't meant about her mom, but decided to let the topic drop, his statement left misunderstood.
"Harry? I don't know what to do now." She said softly rolling over to face him, hoping he would understand. He didn't.
"In what way? About your dad?" He asked, taking a guess.
"No. Right now. Let's go out," She said, on whim,
"Well. Okay. But. Where?"
"This is my hometown remember. Well city really, I know where some places are. Let's just go, my dad will never come in here. We'll leave a note just in case," She added, the end after seeing the worried look on his face.
They were already dressed in muggle clothing, and while their clothes were rumpled, a little bit of magic (the ministry weren't monitoring underage magic with school in session) they were good as new. Climbing out the window provided more of a challenge, but Hermione was thrilled. She had always thought about climbing out her window, though at ten she had never had any place to go. After that she had always been at Hogwarts, or gone on vacation.
Once outside, Hermione felt exhilarated, and Harry felt worried. He still had no clue where he was, or where anything was, and he was still a little in the dark about the true ways of the muggle world. He'd never been out somewhere fun, which he was sure was what Hermione was planning.
He was right, since as soon as they got outside, Hermione led him in the direction of the nearest club. Not far from there she figured it was best if they walked.
"Where are you taking me?" Harry asked after some mental debating, whether to leave it in her hands, or to at least know what was going on.
"Just some club a friend took me to last year," She said casually. At the look on his face, which was priceless, she added "Just once, I mean I haven't been home for more than a week since we started our first year."
"Ok. Will we get in?"
"Don't worry about it. This club is.well if you argue enough they'll let you in without ID."
Which was lucky, since Hermione decided she had to get drunk. Harry was boring her, and she just wanted to have fun. She didn't want to tell Harry she planned to get drunk; he'd be against it. He'd have to wait until he couldn't stop her so well. She knew one person who wouldn't be against it. *
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"Hermione I think you've had enough to drink," Harry said looking worriedly at his drunken friend.
"Harry, I think you've had too little to drink. I think you should have a couple. Actually I think you should have a threesome," Hermione slurred and fell into a giggling fit, seemingly finding humor in her statement.
"Okay, Hermione, but not today. Someone's got to get you home." This cause Hermione to laugh harder.
"You my designated walker? It's no fun drinking alone. Maybe I'll have too go find another designated walker. One who can't walk any better than me," She was only kidding, she was enjoying herself greatly with Harry, and laughed between each word. Yet she decided to stand up anyway. She didn't quite make it, and seemed to enjoy the sensation of falling before Harry caught her.
"What'd you do that for?" She asked, barely pronouncing syllabic words at all. "I was in free fall."
'She's always thinking, even when she's drunk,' Harry thought with admiration. 'I've got to get her home.' *
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Oooh, I do NOT like this chapter. Oh well, I don't know what else to do. Anyway, Hermione was a bit out of character, but I hope I made it realistic under the circumstances.
Time to let you in on the inspiration for the title. Maybe one or two people figured this out, but I doubt it. It's from a quote by Lord Byron "Man being reasonable must get drunk, the best of life is but intoxication." Anyway, that will be back! Thank you to my wonderful reviewers, and I implore you to add to the number.