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Chapter One: Why can't I go?!
It's the beginning of Harry's seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and before term starts, Fred and George decide to throw a little shindig for Ron and his mates, and of course Harry and Hermione are invited, with the possibility of a few others showing up. "And what good would a summer party be without some Spirits eh?" Fred said happily. George however said, "I dunno.you really wanna get this lot drunk?" "Why not? Let's let 'em have a bit of fun!" Fred smirked. "Okay, but if anything happens, you're talking our way out of it!" George said smiling. "My dear brother, what situation may I ask have I never been able to charm our way out of?" Fred laughed.
Harry, Ron, Neville and Hermione, along with a few other Gryffindor students were at the Weasley Twins' new apartment, getting ready to have a celebration party. Fortunately, it was in the basement of a complex building close to the Twins business, (which was going quite well) and it's very roomy, and hardly any noise travels upstairs. The perfect place to have the party of the summer.
"Okay, Harry, Ron, come with me. I'll need people to help me carry the cases. Hermione, stay here with Neville and Ginny. When Fred gets back, tell him where we went ok?" George said to Hermione while she was sitting on a couch.
"But, why can't I go too?" she asked pouting, putting down her book.
"Don't take it personal Sweetheart, but you're too young looking. We don't want it to look suspicious to the Muggle shop owner." Ron said as Hermione watched his foot leave the top step she could see.
"Alright, but be quick!" she said. Hermione never pictured herself as much of a drinker, but she was curious as to how it might feel.
Ron and Harry did a good job convincing her to come, saying that it'd be a new learning experience for her, which of course Hermione couldn't pass up. After much reassurance that she wasn't going to have her parents see her in such a state, she decided to come over with Ron and Harry to the party.
Fred came down the stairs, carrying a six pack of Hard Lemonade with him. Neville was busy reading a book in the corner, not noticing anyone hardly.
"They go get more?" he asked, setting down the case.
"Yeah, they should be back in a few minutes." Hermione said looking at the stairs, feeling oddly anxious. "Fred? Would you mind passing me one?" she said shyly.
"Well.these were supposed to be for me, but all right. Giving you one couldn't hurt."
He handed her the bottle, which she took slowly, looking a bit nervously at it. Untwisting the cap, she heard a slight hiss, and looked at the bottle again.
"This isn't bitter is it?" she asked before taking a sip.
"Nah!" Fred said laughing. "Tastes more like candy!"
Hermione took a sip and winced slightly as the alcohol burned down her throat. After swallowing it, she gave a slight "MMmm!" and pretty much had the rest of the bottle.
Chapter One: Why can't I go?!
It's the beginning of Harry's seventh and final year at Hogwarts, and before term starts, Fred and George decide to throw a little shindig for Ron and his mates, and of course Harry and Hermione are invited, with the possibility of a few others showing up. "And what good would a summer party be without some Spirits eh?" Fred said happily. George however said, "I dunno.you really wanna get this lot drunk?" "Why not? Let's let 'em have a bit of fun!" Fred smirked. "Okay, but if anything happens, you're talking our way out of it!" George said smiling. "My dear brother, what situation may I ask have I never been able to charm our way out of?" Fred laughed.
Harry, Ron, Neville and Hermione, along with a few other Gryffindor students were at the Weasley Twins' new apartment, getting ready to have a celebration party. Fortunately, it was in the basement of a complex building close to the Twins business, (which was going quite well) and it's very roomy, and hardly any noise travels upstairs. The perfect place to have the party of the summer.
"Okay, Harry, Ron, come with me. I'll need people to help me carry the cases. Hermione, stay here with Neville and Ginny. When Fred gets back, tell him where we went ok?" George said to Hermione while she was sitting on a couch.
"But, why can't I go too?" she asked pouting, putting down her book.
"Don't take it personal Sweetheart, but you're too young looking. We don't want it to look suspicious to the Muggle shop owner." Ron said as Hermione watched his foot leave the top step she could see.
"Alright, but be quick!" she said. Hermione never pictured herself as much of a drinker, but she was curious as to how it might feel.
Ron and Harry did a good job convincing her to come, saying that it'd be a new learning experience for her, which of course Hermione couldn't pass up. After much reassurance that she wasn't going to have her parents see her in such a state, she decided to come over with Ron and Harry to the party.
Fred came down the stairs, carrying a six pack of Hard Lemonade with him. Neville was busy reading a book in the corner, not noticing anyone hardly.
"They go get more?" he asked, setting down the case.
"Yeah, they should be back in a few minutes." Hermione said looking at the stairs, feeling oddly anxious. "Fred? Would you mind passing me one?" she said shyly.
"Well.these were supposed to be for me, but all right. Giving you one couldn't hurt."
He handed her the bottle, which she took slowly, looking a bit nervously at it. Untwisting the cap, she heard a slight hiss, and looked at the bottle again.
"This isn't bitter is it?" she asked before taking a sip.
"Nah!" Fred said laughing. "Tastes more like candy!"
Hermione took a sip and winced slightly as the alcohol burned down her throat. After swallowing it, she gave a slight "MMmm!" and pretty much had the rest of the bottle.
