Chapter3-Grocery Shopping...
"Harry do you have any Muggle money?" Hermione asked once they got out to the street.
"Yeah, about fifty pounds."
"That should be enough, I think, if we only buy the nescesities."
"Don't wizards have grocery stores?"
"Yeah, but I think we'd better get over your fear of Muggle stores, first, may be pick up a case of Butterbeer, or some Firewhiskey, later."
"I didn't know you drank!"
"And you haven't seen me in five years, explains a bit, doesn't it?"
"Explains what?"
"People's habits change over time, I was seventeen the last time we saw each other, I'm now twenty two, just like you."
"So, you wouldn't be agains't going to my place and drinking till you pass out?"
She looked at him and burst into giggles, "Let's just get food for now, alright?"
"Yep."
They went inside a grocery store, a block from the Leakey Cauldron. "Grab a cart, Harry."
"O... okay."
"Hmm, do you like salad?"
"Yeah." She threw a bag of salad in the cart. "Apples? Bananas? Oranges?"
"Yeah."
"Kiwi?"
"What's a Kiwi?"
"Do you want to try one, there delicious?"
"Why not?"
"Carrots?"
"Onions?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like Spagetti?"
"Yeah." She threw in a couple of jars of sauce and a couple of boxes noodles.
They made it through the store, now the freezer section, "Ice Cream?"
"Uh... I had a popsicle, once."
"Your twenty two years old and you've never had Ice Cream?"
"No, I haven't."
"What would you like to try?"
"How 'bout Mint Chocolate Chip? Dudley hated it so it has to be good."
"Excellent choice."
Then they grabbed a loaf of bred, checked out and took the stuff home, before heading to the afore mentioned Diagon Alley store, where Harry bought a case of Butterbeer, a jug of pumpkin juice and a bottle of Odgins Old Firewhiskey.
Ron was coming out of his apartment when the duo came in, "Stocking up for a party?" Ron asked his best friends.
"No, just the necessities," Hermione spoke up.
"Since, when did alcohol become a necessity, Ms. Granger?" Ron asked stifleing a laugh.
"Since, Harry's never been grocery shopping before, that's why."
"You'd never been grocery shopping before, Mate?"
"Nope, never before today."
"Man, you've been deprived, see you two later, don't get too drunk."
"Where you going, Ron?"
"Dinner with the Lovegood's."
"Have fun!"
"Break a leg!"
"Break a leg, Hermy?" Harry asked in the elevator.
"Don't call me that, and no I don't know why I said that."
"Think he knows what you meant?"
"No, not by his expression," and both cracked up, ahh, the GREAT phrases purebloods, never get.
"Do you want to get any furniture, or anything else?" Hermione asked him.
"No, if I want to be comfortable, I'll come crash your place," Harry joked.
"That's fine, I have nothing to do, at all, maybe we should pick up some games or something."
"I have a wizard's chess set."
"Ahh yes, a game that neither of us won, in seven years of Hogwarts!"
"And that's because we only played Ron, and no one else, WOW! Seven years and we never versed anyone but, Ron."
"I have Battleship."
"I used to always have to pretend to lose that game, no wait every game, I came up with two thousand five hundred and eight ways to lose at battleship"
"Really? So, I bet if you didn't have to lose, you'd be pretty good then, huh?"
"I don't know, I've never played to win."
"Harry, have you ever won at any game, besides Quidditich?"
"I beat Dudley at Go Fish, when I was four, got locked in my cupboard for a week, so after that I'd always purposely lose, excepct a few times when I slipped, dang did that suck."
"Did they feed you, when they locked you up?"
"No, I learned to fast at a young age, actually helped during training."
"I know it definitely would have helped, those months in the Desert."
"How was your training?"
"Three years of hell."
"Definitely, would you like some Butterbeer, or Firewhiskey?"
"Butterbeer, what's for dinner?"
"Um.... Stir Fry?"
"Sounds good to me, what kind?"
"Chicken."
"Yum."
The next morning, Ron knocks on Hermione's door, no answer, so he trys at Harry's.
"Just a minute," Harry yells, "Now, no cheating Hermy-ione, I'mmm watchinc you."
"Hey Harry, Hermione, what are you doing here, it's seven in the morning?"
"We'rrrre play'in Battlelyship."
"Battlelie what?"
"A mugglie gammmmmmeeeeeeee, we've playin been sinceeee lo."
"Tennnnnnn!"
"Ten last night?"
"Yepppppperrs."
"'Arry, ow'd we anage ta play this game 'ince long? Ya know our boardies shall be compleately filled up and shippies sitt'in ducks."
"Ya, maybeees it's I don't know how ta lose it's a facto?"
"I don' know, but there's two of ya, now, oh howdy Rooonnn."
"Wellll. theres six of ya."
"Uh guys, how much Butterbeer, have you actually drank."
"I on't know? We 'ad ome Odgins, ttoooo" Harry said.
"Check the box."
"There's ten left in a box of fifty, I'm surprised your not attacking each other over the bathroom."
"Want a Butterbeer, Ronnnie?"
"No, Harry, but maybe you should both wash all that Butterbeer down with some Fire Whiskey?"
"We alrady did that Ronniekins," Hermione cheered.
"Your not Serious?"
"NO SIRIUS," and Harry burst into tears, and Hermione moved over to him, knocking over the Battleship game and table,
"Don't cry 'Arry," as she hugged him and patted his back."
"Guess neither of you won, well, I'm off to practice, oh yeah, can you guys come to the game, Saturday?"
"Sure, whatever 'on."
"Bye Harry, Hermione," and off he went leaving his off the rocker on Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey, friends.
"Ya know wha?"
"Wha?"
"I love ya!"
"I love ya too!" and the crazy duo hugged and padded eatch others backs, before collapsing on Harry's bed, opposite ends of each other.
"Hello love," Ron greeted Luna later, around five.
"Hello Ronald."
"Want to hear something really insane?" She looked at him expectently. "Harry and Hermione got completly wasted last night, I went up there this morning and they were playing a Muggle game, Battleship, all night, and drank almost an entire case of Butterbeer and who knows how much Fire Whiskey, oh my god were they off there rockers this morning."
"Should I make some hangover potion?"
"That would probably help the layed off Aurors, back to there feet, I said serious, and Harry burst into tears, so yeah I think I see the troubles coming out of Harry, In seven years, he hasn't gotton over Sirius' death yet, but I doubt they'll remember anything. When I came back this afternoon and went to check on them, they were both asleep on Harry's bed, backwards, feet in eachothers faces."
"I'll go get started on the potion."
"Thanks Luna, they may have O'd potions, but neither iss in the mind to brew, I'd do it, but I got a D on my potions owl, might mess up and poison them."
Upstairs, about an hour later, they have woken up, "'Ello 'Arry."
"Hi, Hermy-on-ee."
"Where are we?"
"I don't know, where are we?"
"Where are we, I don't know."
"I don't know, where are we?"
Five more minutes of that, when Luna peeked in (She got a key from Ron), seeing them awake, she went in.
"Harry, Hermione," she called to them.
"'Lo?" Harry slurred.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Here, drink this, it'kk make you better, okay?"
"Sure," they responded, then drank up.
"Hi, Luna, what was that?" asked Hermione."
"Hangover Potion."
"Thanks, Luna, do you know how much we drank?"
"Ron said about a case of Butterbeer and a bottle of Fire Whiskey."
"Whoa!"
"We just lost a day, thanks, Luna."
#########**************%%%%%%%%% A funny thing is that Battleship and Chess are the only games at my house, I've realized, though I don't have a clue how to play chess.
How 'bout them Tigers? Can you say 119 losses, it can only get better... I mean worse.. just look no winning record since............ 1993!!!!!! Yes, I am a Tigers fan, but for now, go... Twins!
Yeah where'd that come from? that end, no clue. Just going insane. Any suggestions? Psyshiatrist names? Anyone?
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
"Harry do you have any Muggle money?" Hermione asked once they got out to the street.
"Yeah, about fifty pounds."
"That should be enough, I think, if we only buy the nescesities."
"Don't wizards have grocery stores?"
"Yeah, but I think we'd better get over your fear of Muggle stores, first, may be pick up a case of Butterbeer, or some Firewhiskey, later."
"I didn't know you drank!"
"And you haven't seen me in five years, explains a bit, doesn't it?"
"Explains what?"
"People's habits change over time, I was seventeen the last time we saw each other, I'm now twenty two, just like you."
"So, you wouldn't be agains't going to my place and drinking till you pass out?"
She looked at him and burst into giggles, "Let's just get food for now, alright?"
"Yep."
They went inside a grocery store, a block from the Leakey Cauldron. "Grab a cart, Harry."
"O... okay."
"Hmm, do you like salad?"
"Yeah." She threw a bag of salad in the cart. "Apples? Bananas? Oranges?"
"Yeah."
"Kiwi?"
"What's a Kiwi?"
"Do you want to try one, there delicious?"
"Why not?"
"Carrots?"
"Onions?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like Spagetti?"
"Yeah." She threw in a couple of jars of sauce and a couple of boxes noodles.
They made it through the store, now the freezer section, "Ice Cream?"
"Uh... I had a popsicle, once."
"Your twenty two years old and you've never had Ice Cream?"
"No, I haven't."
"What would you like to try?"
"How 'bout Mint Chocolate Chip? Dudley hated it so it has to be good."
"Excellent choice."
Then they grabbed a loaf of bred, checked out and took the stuff home, before heading to the afore mentioned Diagon Alley store, where Harry bought a case of Butterbeer, a jug of pumpkin juice and a bottle of Odgins Old Firewhiskey.
Ron was coming out of his apartment when the duo came in, "Stocking up for a party?" Ron asked his best friends.
"No, just the necessities," Hermione spoke up.
"Since, when did alcohol become a necessity, Ms. Granger?" Ron asked stifleing a laugh.
"Since, Harry's never been grocery shopping before, that's why."
"You'd never been grocery shopping before, Mate?"
"Nope, never before today."
"Man, you've been deprived, see you two later, don't get too drunk."
"Where you going, Ron?"
"Dinner with the Lovegood's."
"Have fun!"
"Break a leg!"
"Break a leg, Hermy?" Harry asked in the elevator.
"Don't call me that, and no I don't know why I said that."
"Think he knows what you meant?"
"No, not by his expression," and both cracked up, ahh, the GREAT phrases purebloods, never get.
"Do you want to get any furniture, or anything else?" Hermione asked him.
"No, if I want to be comfortable, I'll come crash your place," Harry joked.
"That's fine, I have nothing to do, at all, maybe we should pick up some games or something."
"I have a wizard's chess set."
"Ahh yes, a game that neither of us won, in seven years of Hogwarts!"
"And that's because we only played Ron, and no one else, WOW! Seven years and we never versed anyone but, Ron."
"I have Battleship."
"I used to always have to pretend to lose that game, no wait every game, I came up with two thousand five hundred and eight ways to lose at battleship"
"Really? So, I bet if you didn't have to lose, you'd be pretty good then, huh?"
"I don't know, I've never played to win."
"Harry, have you ever won at any game, besides Quidditich?"
"I beat Dudley at Go Fish, when I was four, got locked in my cupboard for a week, so after that I'd always purposely lose, excepct a few times when I slipped, dang did that suck."
"Did they feed you, when they locked you up?"
"No, I learned to fast at a young age, actually helped during training."
"I know it definitely would have helped, those months in the Desert."
"How was your training?"
"Three years of hell."
"Definitely, would you like some Butterbeer, or Firewhiskey?"
"Butterbeer, what's for dinner?"
"Um.... Stir Fry?"
"Sounds good to me, what kind?"
"Chicken."
"Yum."
The next morning, Ron knocks on Hermione's door, no answer, so he trys at Harry's.
"Just a minute," Harry yells, "Now, no cheating Hermy-ione, I'mmm watchinc you."
"Hey Harry, Hermione, what are you doing here, it's seven in the morning?"
"We'rrrre play'in Battlelyship."
"Battlelie what?"
"A mugglie gammmmmmeeeeeeee, we've playin been sinceeee lo."
"Tennnnnnn!"
"Ten last night?"
"Yepppppperrs."
"'Arry, ow'd we anage ta play this game 'ince long? Ya know our boardies shall be compleately filled up and shippies sitt'in ducks."
"Ya, maybeees it's I don't know how ta lose it's a facto?"
"I don' know, but there's two of ya, now, oh howdy Rooonnn."
"Wellll. theres six of ya."
"Uh guys, how much Butterbeer, have you actually drank."
"I on't know? We 'ad ome Odgins, ttoooo" Harry said.
"Check the box."
"There's ten left in a box of fifty, I'm surprised your not attacking each other over the bathroom."
"Want a Butterbeer, Ronnnie?"
"No, Harry, but maybe you should both wash all that Butterbeer down with some Fire Whiskey?"
"We alrady did that Ronniekins," Hermione cheered.
"Your not Serious?"
"NO SIRIUS," and Harry burst into tears, and Hermione moved over to him, knocking over the Battleship game and table,
"Don't cry 'Arry," as she hugged him and patted his back."
"Guess neither of you won, well, I'm off to practice, oh yeah, can you guys come to the game, Saturday?"
"Sure, whatever 'on."
"Bye Harry, Hermione," and off he went leaving his off the rocker on Butterbeer and Fire Whiskey, friends.
"Ya know wha?"
"Wha?"
"I love ya!"
"I love ya too!" and the crazy duo hugged and padded eatch others backs, before collapsing on Harry's bed, opposite ends of each other.
"Hello love," Ron greeted Luna later, around five.
"Hello Ronald."
"Want to hear something really insane?" She looked at him expectently. "Harry and Hermione got completly wasted last night, I went up there this morning and they were playing a Muggle game, Battleship, all night, and drank almost an entire case of Butterbeer and who knows how much Fire Whiskey, oh my god were they off there rockers this morning."
"Should I make some hangover potion?"
"That would probably help the layed off Aurors, back to there feet, I said serious, and Harry burst into tears, so yeah I think I see the troubles coming out of Harry, In seven years, he hasn't gotton over Sirius' death yet, but I doubt they'll remember anything. When I came back this afternoon and went to check on them, they were both asleep on Harry's bed, backwards, feet in eachothers faces."
"I'll go get started on the potion."
"Thanks Luna, they may have O'd potions, but neither iss in the mind to brew, I'd do it, but I got a D on my potions owl, might mess up and poison them."
Upstairs, about an hour later, they have woken up, "'Ello 'Arry."
"Hi, Hermy-on-ee."
"Where are we?"
"I don't know, where are we?"
"Where are we, I don't know."
"I don't know, where are we?"
Five more minutes of that, when Luna peeked in (She got a key from Ron), seeing them awake, she went in.
"Harry, Hermione," she called to them.
"'Lo?" Harry slurred.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
"Where are we?" Harry asked.
"Here, drink this, it'kk make you better, okay?"
"Sure," they responded, then drank up.
"Hi, Luna, what was that?" asked Hermione."
"Hangover Potion."
"Thanks, Luna, do you know how much we drank?"
"Ron said about a case of Butterbeer and a bottle of Fire Whiskey."
"Whoa!"
"We just lost a day, thanks, Luna."
#########**************%%%%%%%%% A funny thing is that Battleship and Chess are the only games at my house, I've realized, though I don't have a clue how to play chess.
How 'bout them Tigers? Can you say 119 losses, it can only get better... I mean worse.. just look no winning record since............ 1993!!!!!! Yes, I am a Tigers fan, but for now, go... Twins!
Yeah where'd that come from? that end, no clue. Just going insane. Any suggestions? Psyshiatrist names? Anyone?
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
