(A/N- Lots of thanks to Mina33 who corrected the original post of this
story. I had written Fitch instead of Filch.bloody spell check Again,
a huge thank you to my lovely reviewers. You all made my day! Anyway,
my pal Scurvy and I were play the Shipper game a few days ago and have
been trying to figure out the most disgusting Harry Potter
combination. So far the winner is Molly Weasley/Percy. EW! The second
is Harry Potter/Janet Reno. For anyone who doesn't know who Janet Reno
is, she's the former Attorney General or something of the U.S. She's
very unattractive.like run over with a truck ugly. But I love her
anyway. My plan is to write a fanfic for the most disgusting combo to
emerge. Any suggestions?)
Although Dean did not purposely try to get Ginny drunk, she quickly succeeded in getting drunker than Whitney Houston at the Grammys. It was only Ginny though. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Neville.even Katie was starting to look a little tipsy.
"It's us Muggle-borns," Hermione confided in Dean. "We just have better heads for the hard stuff." She giggled a little bit and Dean shot her a charming smile.
"I bet that's why you and I are still sober," agreed Dean as he poured some more shots for them. "Cheers," he said, sliding her a glass. They clinked glasses and downed their Jack Daniels. Hermione laughed again and slunk back to the couch.
"So, then Filch was all like, "Hey! You levitate that penguin back to where it came from or else I'll use that whip I got from a sorceress in Chechnya!" finished Fred. Obviously, he and George were reminiscing about when they were innocent first years.
"How'd you get the penguin there in the first place?" asked Ron, completely transfixed by his brother's adventures with an Arctic bird.
"We camaflogued a portkey to look like a fish when we were in Alaska," lied George.
"Penguins don't live in Alaska," Hermione informed them as she took a seat next to Neville.
"Well, how would you know, Miss Know-It-All?" asked Fred indignantly. "Ever been to Alaska?"
"Actually, yes," fibbed Hermione.
"Did you see any polar bears?" inquired Ginny, who was practically sitting on Harry's lap.
"Polar bears don't live in Alaska," Harry informed them. "They have wolfs or something."
"Wolves, Harry. Not wolfs," corrected Hermione, struggling to ignore a wave of annoyance building up in her stomach.
"Thanks, Herm." He shot her a lopsided grin. "That Hermione," he turned to Ron. "She knows everything. Not one spell she doesn't know, not one fact she doesn't know."
How about what I ever saw in you, Hermione asked herself.
"Let's play a game!" exclaimed Katie, wobbling a little as she jumped to her feet. "It's getting a little boring just sitting on my couch and wallowing in my drunkednessity."
"What game?" asked Ron. He gazed hopefully at Hermione. "Seven Minutes of Heaven?"
Katie wrinkled her nose. "Um.I don't think so."
"Spin the Bottle?" suggested Dean, mixing Fred another margarita.
"Too juvenile," said Katie, sipping her Butterbeer.
"Dude, something's wrong with this," said Fred, gazing at his margarita. "You put salt in my drink."
"How about Truth or Dare?" suggested George, watching his twin argue with the bartender.
"Sure!" agreed Katie. Hermione smirked.
"And you say Spin the Bottle's too juvenile?" she scoffed. She turned to Dean. "Dean," she whispered. "I need you to give me an entire bottle of the strongest stuff you have. If I say or do anything stupid, I want to claim I'm drunk."
Dean nodded. "Not a bad idea." He grabbed a bottle of straight whiskey and divided it between two 32 -ounce glasses. Grabbing his mug, he joined his friends in the circle.
"Alright, Harry," began Katie. "Truth or Dare."
"Truth," answered Harry. "I'm too drunk to get up." Katie smiled and turned to Neville.
"Nev, be a dear and hand me the bottle on the bottom shelf over there?" she pointed to a bookshelf. Neville obliged and handed Katie the glass bottle. Katie poured a little of it into a glass and left an eyedropper out. "Open," she instructed Harry. She poured two drops into Harry's mouth.
"I just gave you a drop of Veritaserum (Author's Note: No clue how to spell it. Truth Potion thing, you know what I mean?). Now, Harry," she continued. She smiled devilishly at Ron. "Harry, what's your greatest fantasy?"
"Ginny in a leather skirt with a whip and me chained to her bed," he said without hesitation.
MISOGYNISTIC CREEP! screamed Hermione inside. Her friends merely laughed. Harry shook his head and blushed. Ginny smiled uncertainly.
"All right Hermione," said Harry. "Truth or Dare?"
Shit, cursed Hermione. If I pick Truth, I'm screwed. She sighed and took the former. "Dare?"
"I dare you to kiss Ron!" Harry giggled. Hermione laughed. Here she was, worried they were going to worm out her inner secrets about the Dark One and they merely want a kiss.
She leaned over and pecked Ron. "No, no!" corrected Harry. "You have to REALLY kiss him!" He laughed in his drunken stupor.
Hermione's hand flew into her pocket and she grabbed her wand, about to curse Harry into empty oblivion. Can't do that, she corrected herself. She faked a smile and smiled and shrugged. "What the hell," she said. "I'm drunk, he's drunk.you're all drunk.okay."
She leaned over to Ron, who was nonchalantly trying to check his breath. It reeked of alcohol, but he tried to assure himself that was okay. Hermione's probably did to. After she gave him one of those long, suave, minute long movie-star kisses, she pulled away and turned to Ginny.
"Okay, Gin. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," said Ginny eagerly. Watching Hermione snog her brother had given her an idea. No, it wasn't that she should snog her brother. Ginny was merely hoping that her dare would be to snog Harry.
It was if Hermione was reading Ginny's thought and twisting them. "Dare you to snog Seamus."
Making a face, Ginny complied. The game continued for sometime, revealing secrets of the Weasly Twins (they put a memory charm on Filch after one prank), strip teases by Neville, and Ron's secret dendrophiliac.
"It wasn't so secret," Harry told him, seeking to release him of his drunken embarrassment. "We all saw how you looked at the Whomping Willow."
"All right Hermione," said Harry, as the game made a full circle and returned to her. "Truth or Dare."
"Dare," said Hermione again.
"Alright," said Harry. "I dare you to take a drop of the truth potion and tell us who you fancy the most that's here."
"STUPID LITTLE MOTHERF*CKING ASSHOLE," shrieked Hermione. "Harry, that was one of the lowest things I've ever seen or heard in my entire life, and remember I've watched everyone of your Quidditch matches and attended all your Potions classes as well."
Harry brushed off the insult and handed the eyedropper to Hermione. She obligingly took a drop. "Who do you fancy here?" asked Harry wickedly.
Had she been sober, Hermione would have thought about how remarkably cunning it was of Harry to ask this question. Even the wording, "Who do you fancy that's HERE?" was remarkable. The wording forbids her to answer Viktor, as he was not at the party. But there was one choice Hermione saw that was not only the truth, but also a plausible answer.
"Myself," answered Hermione clearly.
Harry felt his mouth drop open. "I think that was the most egotistical thing I've ever heard."
"So, you have a crush on yourself?" asked Seamus in interest.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah!"
"Well.if you're ever going to do something about that.could you tape it? Please?" he begged her.
Hermione laughed and the game continued for a few more turns. At last, they all began growing tired of the game. "Ok, Harry," declared Hermione. "We want to stop playing and since the game began with you, we're going to end with you also."
"You are aware that that doesn't make sense?" asked Harry.
"Shut up. By the way, you're picking truth."
Harry shrugged and took a sip of Veritaserum. "Fire away," he said dryly.
Hermione grinned to herself. She had thought the game of Truth or Dare was going to be hazardous to Operation Seduction, but she had just thought of a brilliant way to help turn Ginny to the dark side.
"Who would you rather snog-Dementia or Ginny?" questioned Hermione, fearing the answer. Ginny would make sense. He said his utmost sexual fantasy was kinky sex with Ginny, but.
"Dementia," revealed Harry without wavering. Ginny clasped a hand to her mouth and removed herself from Harry's lap.
Yes, thought Hermione. He's a filthy little bastard, isn't he? She feigned a disappointed frown at Harry for old times sake.
Don't like your little Harry quite so much anymore, do you Ginny?
(Wow, that's never been done before.(Z snickers sarcastically.) Sorry for any of you out there who didn't like it. I had this whole dramatic scene planned where Hermione was revealed, but it's kind of hard to write an angsty and dramatic scene when your kitten is purring like mad and sleeping on top of your monitor. I'll try to post again tomorrow, no school!.)
story. I had written Fitch instead of Filch.bloody spell check Again,
a huge thank you to my lovely reviewers. You all made my day! Anyway,
my pal Scurvy and I were play the Shipper game a few days ago and have
been trying to figure out the most disgusting Harry Potter
combination. So far the winner is Molly Weasley/Percy. EW! The second
is Harry Potter/Janet Reno. For anyone who doesn't know who Janet Reno
is, she's the former Attorney General or something of the U.S. She's
very unattractive.like run over with a truck ugly. But I love her
anyway. My plan is to write a fanfic for the most disgusting combo to
emerge. Any suggestions?)
Although Dean did not purposely try to get Ginny drunk, she quickly succeeded in getting drunker than Whitney Houston at the Grammys. It was only Ginny though. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Neville.even Katie was starting to look a little tipsy.
"It's us Muggle-borns," Hermione confided in Dean. "We just have better heads for the hard stuff." She giggled a little bit and Dean shot her a charming smile.
"I bet that's why you and I are still sober," agreed Dean as he poured some more shots for them. "Cheers," he said, sliding her a glass. They clinked glasses and downed their Jack Daniels. Hermione laughed again and slunk back to the couch.
"So, then Filch was all like, "Hey! You levitate that penguin back to where it came from or else I'll use that whip I got from a sorceress in Chechnya!" finished Fred. Obviously, he and George were reminiscing about when they were innocent first years.
"How'd you get the penguin there in the first place?" asked Ron, completely transfixed by his brother's adventures with an Arctic bird.
"We camaflogued a portkey to look like a fish when we were in Alaska," lied George.
"Penguins don't live in Alaska," Hermione informed them as she took a seat next to Neville.
"Well, how would you know, Miss Know-It-All?" asked Fred indignantly. "Ever been to Alaska?"
"Actually, yes," fibbed Hermione.
"Did you see any polar bears?" inquired Ginny, who was practically sitting on Harry's lap.
"Polar bears don't live in Alaska," Harry informed them. "They have wolfs or something."
"Wolves, Harry. Not wolfs," corrected Hermione, struggling to ignore a wave of annoyance building up in her stomach.
"Thanks, Herm." He shot her a lopsided grin. "That Hermione," he turned to Ron. "She knows everything. Not one spell she doesn't know, not one fact she doesn't know."
How about what I ever saw in you, Hermione asked herself.
"Let's play a game!" exclaimed Katie, wobbling a little as she jumped to her feet. "It's getting a little boring just sitting on my couch and wallowing in my drunkednessity."
"What game?" asked Ron. He gazed hopefully at Hermione. "Seven Minutes of Heaven?"
Katie wrinkled her nose. "Um.I don't think so."
"Spin the Bottle?" suggested Dean, mixing Fred another margarita.
"Too juvenile," said Katie, sipping her Butterbeer.
"Dude, something's wrong with this," said Fred, gazing at his margarita. "You put salt in my drink."
"How about Truth or Dare?" suggested George, watching his twin argue with the bartender.
"Sure!" agreed Katie. Hermione smirked.
"And you say Spin the Bottle's too juvenile?" she scoffed. She turned to Dean. "Dean," she whispered. "I need you to give me an entire bottle of the strongest stuff you have. If I say or do anything stupid, I want to claim I'm drunk."
Dean nodded. "Not a bad idea." He grabbed a bottle of straight whiskey and divided it between two 32 -ounce glasses. Grabbing his mug, he joined his friends in the circle.
"Alright, Harry," began Katie. "Truth or Dare."
"Truth," answered Harry. "I'm too drunk to get up." Katie smiled and turned to Neville.
"Nev, be a dear and hand me the bottle on the bottom shelf over there?" she pointed to a bookshelf. Neville obliged and handed Katie the glass bottle. Katie poured a little of it into a glass and left an eyedropper out. "Open," she instructed Harry. She poured two drops into Harry's mouth.
"I just gave you a drop of Veritaserum (Author's Note: No clue how to spell it. Truth Potion thing, you know what I mean?). Now, Harry," she continued. She smiled devilishly at Ron. "Harry, what's your greatest fantasy?"
"Ginny in a leather skirt with a whip and me chained to her bed," he said without hesitation.
MISOGYNISTIC CREEP! screamed Hermione inside. Her friends merely laughed. Harry shook his head and blushed. Ginny smiled uncertainly.
"All right Hermione," said Harry. "Truth or Dare?"
Shit, cursed Hermione. If I pick Truth, I'm screwed. She sighed and took the former. "Dare?"
"I dare you to kiss Ron!" Harry giggled. Hermione laughed. Here she was, worried they were going to worm out her inner secrets about the Dark One and they merely want a kiss.
She leaned over and pecked Ron. "No, no!" corrected Harry. "You have to REALLY kiss him!" He laughed in his drunken stupor.
Hermione's hand flew into her pocket and she grabbed her wand, about to curse Harry into empty oblivion. Can't do that, she corrected herself. She faked a smile and smiled and shrugged. "What the hell," she said. "I'm drunk, he's drunk.you're all drunk.okay."
She leaned over to Ron, who was nonchalantly trying to check his breath. It reeked of alcohol, but he tried to assure himself that was okay. Hermione's probably did to. After she gave him one of those long, suave, minute long movie-star kisses, she pulled away and turned to Ginny.
"Okay, Gin. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," said Ginny eagerly. Watching Hermione snog her brother had given her an idea. No, it wasn't that she should snog her brother. Ginny was merely hoping that her dare would be to snog Harry.
It was if Hermione was reading Ginny's thought and twisting them. "Dare you to snog Seamus."
Making a face, Ginny complied. The game continued for sometime, revealing secrets of the Weasly Twins (they put a memory charm on Filch after one prank), strip teases by Neville, and Ron's secret dendrophiliac.
"It wasn't so secret," Harry told him, seeking to release him of his drunken embarrassment. "We all saw how you looked at the Whomping Willow."
"All right Hermione," said Harry, as the game made a full circle and returned to her. "Truth or Dare."
"Dare," said Hermione again.
"Alright," said Harry. "I dare you to take a drop of the truth potion and tell us who you fancy the most that's here."
"STUPID LITTLE MOTHERF*CKING ASSHOLE," shrieked Hermione. "Harry, that was one of the lowest things I've ever seen or heard in my entire life, and remember I've watched everyone of your Quidditch matches and attended all your Potions classes as well."
Harry brushed off the insult and handed the eyedropper to Hermione. She obligingly took a drop. "Who do you fancy here?" asked Harry wickedly.
Had she been sober, Hermione would have thought about how remarkably cunning it was of Harry to ask this question. Even the wording, "Who do you fancy that's HERE?" was remarkable. The wording forbids her to answer Viktor, as he was not at the party. But there was one choice Hermione saw that was not only the truth, but also a plausible answer.
"Myself," answered Hermione clearly.
Harry felt his mouth drop open. "I think that was the most egotistical thing I've ever heard."
"So, you have a crush on yourself?" asked Seamus in interest.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah!"
"Well.if you're ever going to do something about that.could you tape it? Please?" he begged her.
Hermione laughed and the game continued for a few more turns. At last, they all began growing tired of the game. "Ok, Harry," declared Hermione. "We want to stop playing and since the game began with you, we're going to end with you also."
"You are aware that that doesn't make sense?" asked Harry.
"Shut up. By the way, you're picking truth."
Harry shrugged and took a sip of Veritaserum. "Fire away," he said dryly.
Hermione grinned to herself. She had thought the game of Truth or Dare was going to be hazardous to Operation Seduction, but she had just thought of a brilliant way to help turn Ginny to the dark side.
"Who would you rather snog-Dementia or Ginny?" questioned Hermione, fearing the answer. Ginny would make sense. He said his utmost sexual fantasy was kinky sex with Ginny, but.
"Dementia," revealed Harry without wavering. Ginny clasped a hand to her mouth and removed herself from Harry's lap.
Yes, thought Hermione. He's a filthy little bastard, isn't he? She feigned a disappointed frown at Harry for old times sake.
Don't like your little Harry quite so much anymore, do you Ginny?
(Wow, that's never been done before.(Z snickers sarcastically.) Sorry for any of you out there who didn't like it. I had this whole dramatic scene planned where Hermione was revealed, but it's kind of hard to write an angsty and dramatic scene when your kitten is purring like mad and sleeping on top of your monitor. I'll try to post again tomorrow, no school!.)