Ron's Birthday Wish
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Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, they would be performing menial labour for me. As it is, I am stuck servantless.
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It was about two weeks after Ron's birthday, and Hermione had been far too busy with her apprenticeship at the Ministry of Magic (Department of the Awareness of the Welfare of Magical Creatures) to have spent time with her friends. But, this particular Friday, her boss had forbidden her to do any work, and had given her £20 to go and have fun.
Reluctantly she decided to do so. Pocketing the £20, she went around to Ron and Harrys' flat.
The flat was still dishevelled - Hermione would have thought that they still hadn't cleaned up from the party a fortnight ago, but she knew perfectly well it looked like that beforehand. She knocked loudly on the door and had to wait for about 5 minutes before someone decided to open the door.
That someone was Ron.
He was so surprised he dropped his glass. It shattered on the floor, and Hermione sighed with exasperation.
"Oh Ron, you are such a butterfingers," she said as she magicked it back together with her wand. "Here you go. So. . . what's everyone up to?"
"Er, they're in the kitchen. Fred and George have just started a bartenders course and they're using us as guinea pigs."
"Sounds like. . . f-fun." It took Hermione a lot of effort to spit that word out, but she felt a great sense of achievement when she finally did. "Er, can I come in?"
Ron, realising he was still blocking the door, quickly moved out of the way, almost dropping his glass again in his hurry. Hermione went into the kitchen, where Harry and Ginny were already seated around the table next to each other - much to Harry's frustration and Ginny's delight. Fred and George were wearing striped aprons over their robes and were standing behind the bench, surrounded with various cocktail ingredients.
"Hermione! Can we get you anything?"
"Er, um. . ."
"We'll make you something nice, don't worry."
"Er, ok then. . ."
Hermione sat down next to Ginny, and Ron promptly placed himself next to her.
"Harry, can I try your drink?" Ginny asked.
"Uh, er. . . ok. . ."
Ginny grabbed his drink and sipped it in what she thought was a very seductive way. She gave it back to Harry with a simpering smile. Harry didn't touch the drink after that.
"Here you go, Ma'am," George said as he presented Hermione with a cocktail glass full of a dark liquid.
"Er. . . is it safe to drink?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course. It's a Chocolate Soldier."
"Um, ok then." She sipped at it tentatively. "Wow! It's really good!" She downed the rest of the glass and slapped it back down on the table. "Bring me another, Mr. Bartender!"
"Whoa - Hermione! You party animal!"
Another glass was put in front of her, and she drank that too. Most of her friends were all rather shocked at her un-Hermioneish behaviour. Ron wasn't sure if she should be drinking so much, so quickly. . . Harry was too busy trying to move his chair away from Ginny's to notice. Ginny was too busy trying to move her chair closer to Harry's to notice either him moving away, or Hermione's drinking. Fred and George were pleased that at least one of their cocktails was going down well - Ron's and Ginny's both sat untouched on the table, and Harry's was only half gone, courtesy of Ginny.
"Er, Hermione, maybe you should slow down - you've never drunk before. . ."
"Shuddup, Ron. Who are you, my mother?" She giggled maniacally and skulled another glass. Then she stood up, swaying dramatically. "Hehe. . . it's spinning around. Is this supposed to happen?"
"Sometimes. . . but not usually after 3 glasses. . ." Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her back down in the chair. "Hermione, I don't think you should drink any more. . . at least not for awhile-"
Ron's thoughts were ignored, however, and Fred and George began trying out other recipes on Hermione.
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Fred and George weren't the only twins in the flat that evening - the incredibly jealous looks on Ginny and Ron's faces were identical as Harry and Hermione tried to tango together. As neither had the faintest idea how the tango went, they were pretty much stumbling around very closely together.
Giving up on the tango, Harry decided it would be a fantastic time for an impromptu strip tease. Ginny's face certainly brightened up at this idea, but Ron thought it was probably a good idea Harry wasn't grinding his pelvis up against *her* - she would have probably burst with excitement.
Fred and George had given up making proper cocktails, and were once again trying to concoct their own recipes - this time without the blender though (Ron had hidden it after finding out they were coming around that evening). There was a loud bang and bright purple smoke began billowing out of the kitchen. Ron jumped up and ran into the room.
Sitting on the bench was a very fat, very slimy and very blue frog. Lying on the ground with tears of laughter streaming down his face was the frogs twin brother, George.
"Er. . .?"
"I call it," George gasped, "Fred the Frog."
Fred croaked wetly.
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"Urgh. . . it hurts. . . it hurts. . ."
Hermione was lying on the bathroom floor, sobbing and clutching her stomach. Ron was sitting beside her, holding her hand and telling her everything was going to be ok.
"I think I'm going to be sick again. . ." Ron held her hair back as she vomited into the toilet.
Ron had no idea where everyone else had gone. No doubt Ginny was still fawning over Harry, and Harry was still trying to avoid Ginny. And George and Fred the Frog were most probably getting into trouble somewhere - when weren't they?
Just then Ginny came in.
"Have you seen Harry? He said he just needed to go to the loo. . . but that was about 20 minutes ago. . ."
"Er, no. We've been in here for like, an hour and we haven't seen him."
Ginny frowned.
"Oh. If I didn't know better I'd think he was avoiding me, but he must've forgotten what he was going to do. I think he had a bit much to drink actually. . . What's wrong with Hermione?"
Stupid girl, thought Ron. If you weren't so obsessed with someone who was obviously not interested in you then you would have noticed that Hermione had way too much to drink. . .
"She's drunk. Can't you tell."
"Oh. Well. Bye then," she waved as she left the bathroom and continued her search for The Boy Who Was Good At Hiding.
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Hermione groaned. Where was she? Why did she feel like. . . er. . . well. Several obscenities came to mind. She squinted and tried to focus on the room. It definitely wasn't hers - it was far too messy. And orange. . .
Ron's room - she must be in Ron's room.
In his bed?!?!
Hermione sat up, and the room spun maniacally. Hermione groaned and sank back down on the pillows.
Yup.
She was in Ron's bed all right. Ron wasn't here though.
"Hermione? Are you awake?"
Hermione grunted and kept her eyes shut firmly.
"How are you feeling."
Another grunt.
"Er, do you want any breakfast?"
Hermione groaned.
"Ok, then. I guess not. I'll just leave you to sleep then. . ."
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A/N How will Hermione feel about Ron after he was the only one to hold her hair back? Well. . . we'll just have to see about that.
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Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, they would be performing menial labour for me. As it is, I am stuck servantless.
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It was about two weeks after Ron's birthday, and Hermione had been far too busy with her apprenticeship at the Ministry of Magic (Department of the Awareness of the Welfare of Magical Creatures) to have spent time with her friends. But, this particular Friday, her boss had forbidden her to do any work, and had given her £20 to go and have fun.
Reluctantly she decided to do so. Pocketing the £20, she went around to Ron and Harrys' flat.
The flat was still dishevelled - Hermione would have thought that they still hadn't cleaned up from the party a fortnight ago, but she knew perfectly well it looked like that beforehand. She knocked loudly on the door and had to wait for about 5 minutes before someone decided to open the door.
That someone was Ron.
He was so surprised he dropped his glass. It shattered on the floor, and Hermione sighed with exasperation.
"Oh Ron, you are such a butterfingers," she said as she magicked it back together with her wand. "Here you go. So. . . what's everyone up to?"
"Er, they're in the kitchen. Fred and George have just started a bartenders course and they're using us as guinea pigs."
"Sounds like. . . f-fun." It took Hermione a lot of effort to spit that word out, but she felt a great sense of achievement when she finally did. "Er, can I come in?"
Ron, realising he was still blocking the door, quickly moved out of the way, almost dropping his glass again in his hurry. Hermione went into the kitchen, where Harry and Ginny were already seated around the table next to each other - much to Harry's frustration and Ginny's delight. Fred and George were wearing striped aprons over their robes and were standing behind the bench, surrounded with various cocktail ingredients.
"Hermione! Can we get you anything?"
"Er, um. . ."
"We'll make you something nice, don't worry."
"Er, ok then. . ."
Hermione sat down next to Ginny, and Ron promptly placed himself next to her.
"Harry, can I try your drink?" Ginny asked.
"Uh, er. . . ok. . ."
Ginny grabbed his drink and sipped it in what she thought was a very seductive way. She gave it back to Harry with a simpering smile. Harry didn't touch the drink after that.
"Here you go, Ma'am," George said as he presented Hermione with a cocktail glass full of a dark liquid.
"Er. . . is it safe to drink?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course. It's a Chocolate Soldier."
"Um, ok then." She sipped at it tentatively. "Wow! It's really good!" She downed the rest of the glass and slapped it back down on the table. "Bring me another, Mr. Bartender!"
"Whoa - Hermione! You party animal!"
Another glass was put in front of her, and she drank that too. Most of her friends were all rather shocked at her un-Hermioneish behaviour. Ron wasn't sure if she should be drinking so much, so quickly. . . Harry was too busy trying to move his chair away from Ginny's to notice. Ginny was too busy trying to move her chair closer to Harry's to notice either him moving away, or Hermione's drinking. Fred and George were pleased that at least one of their cocktails was going down well - Ron's and Ginny's both sat untouched on the table, and Harry's was only half gone, courtesy of Ginny.
"Er, Hermione, maybe you should slow down - you've never drunk before. . ."
"Shuddup, Ron. Who are you, my mother?" She giggled maniacally and skulled another glass. Then she stood up, swaying dramatically. "Hehe. . . it's spinning around. Is this supposed to happen?"
"Sometimes. . . but not usually after 3 glasses. . ." Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her back down in the chair. "Hermione, I don't think you should drink any more. . . at least not for awhile-"
Ron's thoughts were ignored, however, and Fred and George began trying out other recipes on Hermione.
~*~
Fred and George weren't the only twins in the flat that evening - the incredibly jealous looks on Ginny and Ron's faces were identical as Harry and Hermione tried to tango together. As neither had the faintest idea how the tango went, they were pretty much stumbling around very closely together.
Giving up on the tango, Harry decided it would be a fantastic time for an impromptu strip tease. Ginny's face certainly brightened up at this idea, but Ron thought it was probably a good idea Harry wasn't grinding his pelvis up against *her* - she would have probably burst with excitement.
Fred and George had given up making proper cocktails, and were once again trying to concoct their own recipes - this time without the blender though (Ron had hidden it after finding out they were coming around that evening). There was a loud bang and bright purple smoke began billowing out of the kitchen. Ron jumped up and ran into the room.
Sitting on the bench was a very fat, very slimy and very blue frog. Lying on the ground with tears of laughter streaming down his face was the frogs twin brother, George.
"Er. . .?"
"I call it," George gasped, "Fred the Frog."
Fred croaked wetly.
~*~
"Urgh. . . it hurts. . . it hurts. . ."
Hermione was lying on the bathroom floor, sobbing and clutching her stomach. Ron was sitting beside her, holding her hand and telling her everything was going to be ok.
"I think I'm going to be sick again. . ." Ron held her hair back as she vomited into the toilet.
Ron had no idea where everyone else had gone. No doubt Ginny was still fawning over Harry, and Harry was still trying to avoid Ginny. And George and Fred the Frog were most probably getting into trouble somewhere - when weren't they?
Just then Ginny came in.
"Have you seen Harry? He said he just needed to go to the loo. . . but that was about 20 minutes ago. . ."
"Er, no. We've been in here for like, an hour and we haven't seen him."
Ginny frowned.
"Oh. If I didn't know better I'd think he was avoiding me, but he must've forgotten what he was going to do. I think he had a bit much to drink actually. . . What's wrong with Hermione?"
Stupid girl, thought Ron. If you weren't so obsessed with someone who was obviously not interested in you then you would have noticed that Hermione had way too much to drink. . .
"She's drunk. Can't you tell."
"Oh. Well. Bye then," she waved as she left the bathroom and continued her search for The Boy Who Was Good At Hiding.
~*~
Hermione groaned. Where was she? Why did she feel like. . . er. . . well. Several obscenities came to mind. She squinted and tried to focus on the room. It definitely wasn't hers - it was far too messy. And orange. . .
Ron's room - she must be in Ron's room.
In his bed?!?!
Hermione sat up, and the room spun maniacally. Hermione groaned and sank back down on the pillows.
Yup.
She was in Ron's bed all right. Ron wasn't here though.
"Hermione? Are you awake?"
Hermione grunted and kept her eyes shut firmly.
"How are you feeling."
Another grunt.
"Er, do you want any breakfast?"
Hermione groaned.
"Ok, then. I guess not. I'll just leave you to sleep then. . ."
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A/N How will Hermione feel about Ron after he was the only one to hold her hair back? Well. . . we'll just have to see about that.