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Chapter 3: You're so Piss Drunk..
It was at this time that the party was actually moving along. People started to crowd around the cases, grabbing the drinks of their choice before anyone else could get them. Hermione was taking things a bit fast as she grabbed yet another Hard Lemonade, her 4th within the hour, and sat down on the couch, with Ron sitting nearer. They got into an odd conversation about movies and what's in them.
"Im tellin' yah.." Hermione said looking at Ron waving her bottle in his face, "'f yah lissn closely to th' sounds.in the back'round, you can just hear this cat going REOW! Rally lould!" she said finishing her drink.
Of course, they were talking about Monty Python and the Holy Grail.:-P
Ron started laughing hysterically "C'm off it! I musta seen tha' movie least." he looked down at his hand, trying to get his fingers to work properly, but gave up, "An esy 'undred times! An' I never heard no hic cat before." He said draining his bottle.
"I's true! I swwwwwweaaaaar it!" Hermione said to him, grabbing his shoulders.
"Wellp, 'Scuse me 'Mione," Ron said getting unsteadily up from the couch, arms outstretched in case he fell. "Gotta go talk wif.." He squinted looking around the room trying to tell which one was Harry. "Tha' one I think. OY! Harry!" he shouted to him, giving a sloppy gesture to get Harry over to him.
"Yeah? Whassit?" he slurred to his best friend.
"Come wif me upstairs for a tic." Ron said grabbing him by the shoulders and pointing Harry to the stair case.
While they were walking upstairs, George was coming down with food that he scrounged up in the fridge. It was a bit of Muggle food that has soon become George's favorite: Sesame chicken with white rice. "Steady on!" he shouted as Ron and Harry slauntered up the stairs. George carrying the tray of food, sat down in the chair next to the couch where Hermione was sitting. Hermione, who was very hungry herself, sat and watched George eat some of his chicken, not touching the rice. Thinking she was being sly, Hermione would edge her way closer and closer to George, hoping that he wouldn't notice. Once she was within reaching distance, in a flurry of white rice, she grabbed a handful and scooted back to her side of the couch, eating it like a chipmunk, smiling broadly.
"Heeeyyyy!" George said to her brushing rice off his lap.
Hermione merely giggled while she ate the rice ni her hand.
"You know, th'res food up-*HIC- stairs if you wan' soum. Or ther's food on th' table." George pointed. "'f you're 'ungry, go grab sume." Obviously George was a bit mad because no one messes with his favorite food, no matter who they are.
"Sorry George," Hermione said "But it looked sssssoooo good!" she finished smiling.
"Yeah, well, I'll letcha off this time.." George said as he went back to his meal, smiling at her. Hermione amused herself for a moment watching Fred and Neville play wizard chess.
Once again, Hermione started scooting toward George's end of the couch, but would stop suddenly and smile whenever George turned his head. When she was close enough to the chair, she placed her elbows on the arm rest and held up her head with her hands, looking at George, who slowly stopped eating to look at her.
"C'n I 'elp you?" he said raising an eyebrow, mouth full of chicken.
Hermione placed her head on his shoulder and said "Ooohhh no, not really." Sweetly with a smile. "But I was wondering.areyougoingtofinishyourice?" she said fast, sloppily, while batting her eyelashes.
George heaved a sigh and said "you really shud be th' one' eatin', you need water too. 's no good to be drinkin' onan empty stomach, so eat th' rice, then go 'pstairs 'nd get some wat'r." George said smiling to her.
"Water? Who needs water when I 'ave thisss?" she pulle dup a bottle of Smirnoff Twisted Raspberry and began to chug it. When she was finished, she took the thing of rice and began eating some of it. After about 5 bites she looked down at it, then pushed it into George's hands. "'ere," she said mouth full of rice, "'m done." She said swallowing.
George shrugged. "Take it upstairs now." He said.
"Okey Dokey!" Hermione said in a sing-song voice getting up to her feet. Certainly not walking in a straight line, Hermione made her way to the stairs. Fred too got up, deciding he'd like to go upstairs as well. On the way up, Hermione nearly tripped and fell down the stairs, which would have gotten food all over her. Fred stuck his hands out to prevent this as Hermione leaned back on his outstretched palms. Looking at him upside down, Hermione started laughing saying "Thank you!" to Fred, who was laughing himself.
For a while, they just stood there, Fred occasionally pushing Hermione playfully.
"Herminone!" Neville shouted suddenly. "You okay?" he said looking at her with glazed concern. Neville was a lighter weight than Hermione when it came to drinking.
"OH YEAH! 'M JUST FINE!" she said loudly flinging her arms in the air. Fred had to steady himselfto prevent the both of them tumbling down the stairs.
"Okay Hermioneeee." said Fred in a sweet voice "Time to get mo-vin'!" as he pushed her gently up the stairs.
"BEEP!" Ron said as he and Harry came galloping down the stair way, shoving Fred and Hermione.
"Oh, tha's nice!" Hermione said laughing when she reached the top. Tossing the rice bowl in the sink without caring, Hermione searched for a cup. Upon finding one, she filled it with water and drank the whole thing. "Oh man!" she moaned. "Hhmm?" Fred said while pulling out a bottle of butterscotch. "I haffta go to th' li girls room!" Hermione whispered, dancing on the spot. Fred started laughing and said "I's over there!" pointing to a hallway. "Firs' door 'n your left." "Thanks! Hermione squeaked. "You're so piss drunk!" Fred called after her.
Another Author's note: There's a surprise at the end of the story for everyone..I'm not sure when I'm going to end it, but when I do.I shall reveal all! (
Chapter 3: You're so Piss Drunk..
It was at this time that the party was actually moving along. People started to crowd around the cases, grabbing the drinks of their choice before anyone else could get them. Hermione was taking things a bit fast as she grabbed yet another Hard Lemonade, her 4th within the hour, and sat down on the couch, with Ron sitting nearer. They got into an odd conversation about movies and what's in them.
"Im tellin' yah.." Hermione said looking at Ron waving her bottle in his face, "'f yah lissn closely to th' sounds.in the back'round, you can just hear this cat going REOW! Rally lould!" she said finishing her drink.
Of course, they were talking about Monty Python and the Holy Grail.:-P
Ron started laughing hysterically "C'm off it! I musta seen tha' movie least." he looked down at his hand, trying to get his fingers to work properly, but gave up, "An esy 'undred times! An' I never heard no hic cat before." He said draining his bottle.
"I's true! I swwwwwweaaaaar it!" Hermione said to him, grabbing his shoulders.
"Wellp, 'Scuse me 'Mione," Ron said getting unsteadily up from the couch, arms outstretched in case he fell. "Gotta go talk wif.." He squinted looking around the room trying to tell which one was Harry. "Tha' one I think. OY! Harry!" he shouted to him, giving a sloppy gesture to get Harry over to him.
"Yeah? Whassit?" he slurred to his best friend.
"Come wif me upstairs for a tic." Ron said grabbing him by the shoulders and pointing Harry to the stair case.
While they were walking upstairs, George was coming down with food that he scrounged up in the fridge. It was a bit of Muggle food that has soon become George's favorite: Sesame chicken with white rice. "Steady on!" he shouted as Ron and Harry slauntered up the stairs. George carrying the tray of food, sat down in the chair next to the couch where Hermione was sitting. Hermione, who was very hungry herself, sat and watched George eat some of his chicken, not touching the rice. Thinking she was being sly, Hermione would edge her way closer and closer to George, hoping that he wouldn't notice. Once she was within reaching distance, in a flurry of white rice, she grabbed a handful and scooted back to her side of the couch, eating it like a chipmunk, smiling broadly.
"Heeeyyyy!" George said to her brushing rice off his lap.
Hermione merely giggled while she ate the rice ni her hand.
"You know, th'res food up-*HIC- stairs if you wan' soum. Or ther's food on th' table." George pointed. "'f you're 'ungry, go grab sume." Obviously George was a bit mad because no one messes with his favorite food, no matter who they are.
"Sorry George," Hermione said "But it looked sssssoooo good!" she finished smiling.
"Yeah, well, I'll letcha off this time.." George said as he went back to his meal, smiling at her. Hermione amused herself for a moment watching Fred and Neville play wizard chess.
Once again, Hermione started scooting toward George's end of the couch, but would stop suddenly and smile whenever George turned his head. When she was close enough to the chair, she placed her elbows on the arm rest and held up her head with her hands, looking at George, who slowly stopped eating to look at her.
"C'n I 'elp you?" he said raising an eyebrow, mouth full of chicken.
Hermione placed her head on his shoulder and said "Ooohhh no, not really." Sweetly with a smile. "But I was wondering.areyougoingtofinishyourice?" she said fast, sloppily, while batting her eyelashes.
George heaved a sigh and said "you really shud be th' one' eatin', you need water too. 's no good to be drinkin' onan empty stomach, so eat th' rice, then go 'pstairs 'nd get some wat'r." George said smiling to her.
"Water? Who needs water when I 'ave thisss?" she pulle dup a bottle of Smirnoff Twisted Raspberry and began to chug it. When she was finished, she took the thing of rice and began eating some of it. After about 5 bites she looked down at it, then pushed it into George's hands. "'ere," she said mouth full of rice, "'m done." She said swallowing.
George shrugged. "Take it upstairs now." He said.
"Okey Dokey!" Hermione said in a sing-song voice getting up to her feet. Certainly not walking in a straight line, Hermione made her way to the stairs. Fred too got up, deciding he'd like to go upstairs as well. On the way up, Hermione nearly tripped and fell down the stairs, which would have gotten food all over her. Fred stuck his hands out to prevent this as Hermione leaned back on his outstretched palms. Looking at him upside down, Hermione started laughing saying "Thank you!" to Fred, who was laughing himself.
For a while, they just stood there, Fred occasionally pushing Hermione playfully.
"Herminone!" Neville shouted suddenly. "You okay?" he said looking at her with glazed concern. Neville was a lighter weight than Hermione when it came to drinking.
"OH YEAH! 'M JUST FINE!" she said loudly flinging her arms in the air. Fred had to steady himselfto prevent the both of them tumbling down the stairs.
"Okay Hermioneeee." said Fred in a sweet voice "Time to get mo-vin'!" as he pushed her gently up the stairs.
"BEEP!" Ron said as he and Harry came galloping down the stair way, shoving Fred and Hermione.
"Oh, tha's nice!" Hermione said laughing when she reached the top. Tossing the rice bowl in the sink without caring, Hermione searched for a cup. Upon finding one, she filled it with water and drank the whole thing. "Oh man!" she moaned. "Hhmm?" Fred said while pulling out a bottle of butterscotch. "I haffta go to th' li girls room!" Hermione whispered, dancing on the spot. Fred started laughing and said "I's over there!" pointing to a hallway. "Firs' door 'n your left." "Thanks! Hermione squeaked. "You're so piss drunk!" Fred called after her.
Another Author's note: There's a surprise at the end of the story for everyone..I'm not sure when I'm going to end it, but when I do.I shall reveal all! (
