Chapter 5: Oh Man!

Once Hermione explained to Neville that not every muggle uses drugs, except maybe alcohol, she went over to the case, which was beginning to look bare, and had herself another drink. Neville turned back to the game but not without asking Hermione to..get him a drink!

Hermione thought for a moment that he was going to ask her if she was ok again, because if he did, Neville wouldn't get that bottle in the hole he wished it would be..

The boys continued to play Nintendo while she decided to watch. Getting bored after about 10 minutes, she made her way to a stereo system and found a CD case, filled with some of Fred and George's favourite music. Not really liking any of the music she saw before her, Hermione gave a look of confusion and walked over to the couch, looking for her purse. In her purse she had her CD case because she'd listen to them while driving in her parents' car every now and then.

Finally, she found it; Hermione fumbled and placed it into the stereo, pushing the button to find a song she wanted to dance to. Turning to number 7, she found the song she was looking for, and went to the open area to start dancing. It was the weirdest song blasting from the stereo system, as Hermione began dancing to it. The song was none other than.

"It's peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Now where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Where he at? Now der he go! Der he go! Der he go! Der he go!.."

"Heeeyyy! I know that song!" Neville said as he got up to dance with her, "I 'eard it once at a muggle club tha' song!"

Hermione ignored him and continued dancing until Neville came too close for her to ignore any longer. Getting a bit annoyed, she made her way to Ron, who wasn't much of a dancer, and pulled him up to start dancing. Soon, everyone was on their unsteady feet, trying to sway correctly to the music. Hermione went over to the stereo and pushed the RANDOM button, so that no one knew what songs would be next. She gave a great squeal of excitement as she heard the opening to the next song!

"RON! 'SS OUR SONG!!!" she screamed and started dancing close to Ron, as the band sang 'Step inside! Walk this way! You and me babe! HEY HEY!'

Hermione never thought of herself as much of a dancer, especially while drunk! But she didn't care as she was dancing very very close now to the man she loved.

As the CD went on, the whole group danced to whatever song played on the list next, Fred and George doing a break dance routine occasionally (or attempting to) until all the songs have been played, and started to repeat. But by then, everyone felt that they've done enough dancing for the night and went back to their seats, drinking whatever was left, talking (or attempting to) with people they haven't for the past hour, and resumed general party mode.

Hermione was carried back to the couch, breathing heavily, by Ron, who sat next to her, smiling in a goofy sort of way, kissing her forehead.

"I mussay." he said to her as she opened one of the last Lemonades, "For some'ne who ne'er drank be-fore, you're the life of the party!" Ron kissed her again.

In mid-kiss, Hermione began giggling, making Ron slowly stop. He pulled back from her, "Wassit now?" he said looking at her in mock confusion.

"You're jus sssoo ador'ble when you're drunk!" She said leaning her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"As are you Love." He said to her, rubbing her shoulder. "Where'd 'joo ever learn t' dance like tha'?" he asked.

"Ooohh, I guess I just picked it up somewhere." she said innocently.

Ron began laughing uncontrollably for a minute! When he finally got his breath back, he asked, "Does every muggle know how to dance like that?"

Hermione burst out laughing and kissed Ron again sweetly.

Just then, Harry came slouching over and sat right in between them, looking from one to the other. "I say!" he proclaimed, "This is one smasssssshing party wasn't it? I mean 'Erms! Th' way yous was dancinging out there was fantas'ic! Sum those songs was great wouldn't you say? I think we should do this more of'n.."

Ron broke in "And I think someone's had a wee too much te drink!" laughing afterwards, "We do it enough on our own time any'ays! You're beginin' t' worry me! I don't want you becoming a drunk on me now!" Ron said with a smile.

"Ah! My dear friend, I think what yous mean t' say was you don't wants us to become drink drunks!" Harry said pointing at Ron and smirking slightly.

"Ah yessss! But where would you be without your Drinkin' Mate eh?" Ron continued laughing harder.

Soon both Harry and Ron were thrown into a fit of hysterical laughing, as they reminded each other of past drinking escapades, getting up from the couch and moving to where Fred and George were to compare the scandals.

Hermione smiled blissfully as she watched her boyfriend walk over with his best friend towards their brothers. Interested in hearing some of these herself, Hermione got up, very unsteady, and followed them, sitting herself down on the ground between the two groups, listening to "fond memories" they all shared.

"Remember tha' one time at th' Three Broom-sticks, after exams, when you went te go get more drinks when you.." Fred was laughing so hard he could hardly continue, "You tripped on somethin' and fell on Madame Rosmerta, pulling her down with you? And she went WOOSH straight between your legs! Almost getting her skirt caught on a loose nail? Boy did she slap your face hard!" he managed to choke out. George was laughing very hard himself and began beating his fist on the table. "Yeah, but I woul'nt change a thing! From my view, I didn't need no stupid nail to see what's under tha' skirt!"

The whole group of them roared with laughter, while George regained his breath, waving his arms to show he wasn't finished.

"Or..or how 'bout th' time we wandered through th' Leaky Caldrinun and came out in the muggle world!" George began laughing, "And you peed righ' on a p'liceman's car? And he said 'OY! What the bloomin' hell are you doing?'" he had to stop a moment in order to breathe, "And you said 'Wassit look like 'm doin'?' and the man says to yeh 'My car wasn't that shade of yellow when I parked it there.' And yous says 'Well I figure it could do with a new coat of paint!' an' we was locked up for th' night? Tha' was a blast!" George ended.

But while she was laughing, Hermione began to feel a little sick. She started swallowing, seeing if the feeling would go away, but instead it got worse. She then made her way upstairs and poured herself a big glass of water and took it back down with her, no one noticing she was gone. After taking a few dollops of water, she did start to feel better and sat down on the couch, closing her eyes for a second until.

"Hermi'ne, you ok?" Neville asked her, sitting next to her.

She didn't respond and kept her eyes closed, turning her face away from him. Hoping that the terrible feeling would go away.but Neville was about to make it ten times worse.

"Hey, hey." He said placing his hand on her leg. "You all right there 'Mione?" Neville said as he rubbed his hand along her thigh in a sexy sort of way.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione clenched her jaw, and grabbed Neville's shirt, pulling him close to her face.

"This time, I'm not okay. And unless you want to be the first one for me to throw up on, then I suggest you back off for a second, and let me breathe." She said suddenly savage.

Neville stared at her wide-eyed and promptly did what Hermione said, and went back to where the guys were. Hermione was planted on the spot. She didn't feel like moving an inch. Her head pounded, her stomach lurched, and she thought if she opened her eyes, the world would spin around her

"Uuuhh, I thin' there's sumthin' worng with Hermi'ne over there." Neville said after a few minutes to the guys.

Fred and George didn't notice anyone said anything, and Harry was too busy listening to them, but Ron certainly heard tow key words 'Hermione' and 'wrong' in the same sentence.

Leaping up as if he was sitting on a white-hot hedgehog, he bound over to her in less then a second. He knocked over a chair causing Fred to shout at him, "Oy! Watchit there!"

"'Mione! Oohh are you okay?" he asked sweetly, pushing her hair back.

Hermione looked at him and moaned, "I don't feel good!" almost in tears. Ron frowned sympathetically at her and wrapped her gently in a hug. She began to cry, "'m gonna die!!!" as she pulled away, fearing that she'd throw up on him.

"No, you're not! No, you're not!" Ron said soothingly to her, putting his hand on her arm.

"I can't make it upstairs to throw up!" she wailed.

"Whassa mat'er with Herms?" Fred asked looking concerned.

"She's a bit stomach sick, and she won't be able to make it upstairs to go to the bathroom and-" Ron said rapidly, but Fred held up a hand, signaling him to stop.

"Tha's exact-ly why we had this installed." Fred said pointing to a toilet, sitting near their washing machine. "Jus' in case George 'n I forgot how to get upstairs."

"You're going to be okay." Ron told her as Hermione made her way to the loo sitting in the middle of the floor. Though she didn't care at the time, Hermione put her head down on the seat and waited as the acid burnt up her throat. But instead of throwing up, she grabbed water, and washed a bit back down (sorry if it grosses you out!) and closed her eyes.

"I don't wanna throw up!" she mumbled.

"Maybe iss best if you do Herms." Fred said, "I know it 'urts but iss got'a be done."

"Hermione, if you concentrate on something, and not being sick, then you won't have to throw up." Ron told her, pulling her hair back.

Opening her eyes to see what she could focus on, she noticed a picture sitting behind the toilet, to her it looked like teddy bears, dressed as angels.

Neville stayed far back from the group around the toilet, asking what was going on as he busied himself playing a game of some sort. George told him a play-by-play of what went on, and Neville said in a sad voice "Oohh, I hope she'll be ok."

"Hermione? Hermione? Look at me." Ron asked her, but she just kept staring at the picture. "Look at me Hermione! You're going to be fine, don't worry. You aren't going to die. All I ask is if you look at me. It'll help-"

"I can't look at you Ron!" she said suddenly, "I have to focus on the teddy bears!" She said loudly.

Everyone snickered around her as she laughed herself, realizing how ridiculous it sounded. Feeling a bit better, she pulled her head away from the toilet and looked into Ron's eyes.

"'m feeling better. I think I wanna lay down though!" she said as she tried to get up, but alcohol and gravity were against it.

"Here you go Herms." Fred said in a sort of singsong voice, picking her up and carrying her to his bed, covered in sheets. Hermione sat up and stared at one spot on the quilt with her hands over each other.

"You cold?" Ron asked gently, looking in her eyes.

Hermione nodded, "Yeah, a little." Ron pulled out a Quidditch hoodie from the dresser next to the bed and handed it to her. She put it on immediately and started to pull covers over herself as she lay down, still thinking of those teddy bears. Ron was sitting up next to her and began rubbing her back gently. "Well Hermione," he whispered, "For you firs' time, I mussay, you did m' proud." Hermione smiled into the pillow as Ron kept rubbing her back gently with his fingertips, which was the best sensation in the world to Hermione.

Author's Note: BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! We still have another 2 chapters to go yet people! Yessss..even more stuff happened on this night but we are winding down a bit. Hope you all enjoy!