A/N - This is my response to WIKTT's "What Kind of Drunk Are You?" challenge. Enjoy!
Utterly Wasted
Chapter One
The day had finally come. Students and
faculty alike had been waiting in anticipation, quaking at the knees, laughing
with giddy trepidation. It was amazing how much of an effect it had on the
students. But the truth was, the day had finally arrived and everyone was
overjoyed.
It had been one year since Dumbledore had given up his endless supply of sugary
candies. Madame Pomfrey had insisted that he do such, seeing as his blood-sugar
level had been obscenely shifty in the past year. So with great reluctance, the
headmaster's belongings were searched and stripped of anything sugary in the
least. Not only were his teeth whiter these days, but he was able to maintain a
steady blood-sugar level as well.
No one at Hogwarts was going to give up this rare opportunity for a celebration.
So on Friday, March 28th, the entire student body, as well as the
entire staff, joined together for an enormous celebration. The Great Hall was
transformed in to something like it'd been just a few years back during the last
Yule Ball. However, it was much less formal and more inviting.
The students were clumped in groups together, whispering, squealing and
gossiping as usual. However, around 8, giant vats of Butterbeer and numerous
bottles of Firewhiskey showed up near the front of the Hall, causing a rampage
of students and faculty. It took only moments before everyone began to slowly
loosen up and enjoy themselves more.
Hermione Granger leaned against a wall looking highly disinterested at what was
going on around her. Her hair looked the same as it always did, with the minor
change that parts of it had been lazily brought back and kept in to place by
small clips. However, it had still retained its bushy quality. Her robes were
hanging open lazily, showing off a conservative ensemble she'd inherited from
her parents over one of the previous Christmas hols. She sipped at her
butterbeer with boredom, listening to what Harry and Ginny were babbling on
about. Mostly Ginny, who seemed to hardly stop talking these days.
"Right, I know," Hermione said as Ginny indicated that she'd made a point. Ginny
looked happy with this, and so Hermione took the opportunity to glance around
the giant room to see what was going on.
Parvati and Lavender were entertaining a group of 1st and 2nd
years by telling them what would happen in the future with the use of a
toothpick and the moonlight. The younger girls ate it up, wide-eyed and aching
for more. Nearby, two third year Hufflepuffs were trying (and desperately
failing) to look disinterested in what Parvati and Lavender were telling the
other girls. Hermione smirked at this, and then looked in the opposite
direction.
Now there was a sight. Malfoy was showing off – such a surprise. He had a
hideously expensive-looking gold watch out on his wrist. Both male and female
students ogled it enviously, inflating Malfoy's already oversized head. One
female Ravenclaw – Hermione vaguely remembered her from the sorting at the
beginning of the year as Farrah Bates – reached out to touch it, but Draco
swatted her hand away swiftly.
Close to him, Susan Bones was putting the moves on Seamus Finnegan. Hermione was
barely able to keep a straight face as she saw the expression on Seamus' lover's
face. Dean looked panic-stricken and highly offended. Susan, however, was
oblivious to this, and put out her best material. Seamus looked slightly
entertained, but more bothered.
Coming back to attention at where she was, Hermione noticed that Ginny was
(surprise, surprise) still talking. Only now, she was holding a brand new mug of
butterbeer. Hermione looked at Harry, who was also holding a brand new mug. She
sipped at the last bits of hers and excused herself to grab more. She bumped in
to Ron, who was following Padma Patil around. Padma just looked annoyed.
As she filled her mug up again, she took notice of the professors. Professor
Dumbledore looked entirely amused by everything, Professor Flitwick was buzzing
around happily, and Professor Sprout was chattering animatedly with Professor
McGonagall. Hermione noticed that Professor McGonagall's cup was the only that
wasn't filled with butterbeer or firewhiskey. Instead, it held a crisp-looking
glass of water. Looking over the tops of the heads of some of the taller
students, Hermione spotted Professor Vector trying to talk to Professor
Snape. Snape looked anything but overjoyed or even interested. Instead, his face
was contorted in to something that could only be read as complete and utter
misery.
At this, Hermione laughed. The damn bastard couldn't seem to enjoy himself no
matter what went on around him. Vaguely, she wondered if someone's sudden death
would liven his mood. Chuckling to herself, Hermione found her way back to Ginny
and Harry. Ginny had, it seemed, stopped talking, and was now listening to
Harry.
Harry was waving his arms about as he explained something he'd just read in some
Quidditch Journal. Ginny looked enraptured, as did Neville and Dean, who'd just
come over to join them. Hermione looked behind her and noted that Susan still
hadn't given up on Seamus.
"Oh, but Seamus! You look so wonderful in these robes!" Susan said, patting his
arms softly and looking up in to his eyes.
"Err... thank you, Susan. But really, I need to be going. I have to go talk to-"
Seamus looked as uncomfortable as humanly possible.
"Don't leave me here, Seamus! I'm talking to you…we're having fun, right?"
"Oh Seamus!" Dean called from across the room. "Seamus, I'm waiiiting!"
"Coming, Dean!" Seamus yelled back. He turned around and freed himself from
Susan Bones before sprinting off to attach himself to Dean.
Susan Bones was left standing alone in the middle of the room, looking as if
she'd just been slapped. She sighed and pulled out slip of paper and a small
quill.
"Right then," she said heavily. "That's 13 boys left in the bloody school…"
Hermione burst in to laughter once she heard this. She could barely wait to see
just what would come of the rest of the night.