Author's note: SORRY again! I was busy with a few things like my birthday
(which was the 28th :-D) and work/school. But yes, this is the end of my
tale. FEAR NOT! I'm currently writing 2 more stories at the moment for
everyone! This chapter will be short too, just to wrap things up. (P.S.-
sorry if I made u guys hate Neville! He's not such a bad guy :-/ all will
be explained!)
Chapter 7: The Morning After
During the course of the night/morning, Hermione would occasionally wake up, just to make sure that she was still alive, and to see if everyone stayed where they fell asleep/passed out. Harry had moved closer to the bed where she was sleeping and grabbed some extra blanket hanging over the edge to warm himself more. "So that's where it went?" Hermione thought to herself as she lay diagonally to get covers across her body. Ron was sleeping on his back, mouth open and snoring slightly with one arm still around Hermione's waist. Neville snored so loud that sometime when Hermione wasn't awake, one of the twins jammed a towel in his mouth to muffle it. Neville didn't seem to mind too much, because in his sleep, he was chewing on it. Fred was halfway hanging off his mattress with the blankets strewn about. George was flipped over onto his stomach and was snoring weakly, one pillow over his head. When an alarm sounded somewhere in the room at around 12p.m., George dragged himself out of bed, and turned it off. After doing so, he went back to the mattress and fell asleep again. The others however began to stir, groaning as their headaches slowly began to pound their skulls.
"Uuugghh. What a night..." Harry said as he sat up, no longer wanting to sleep. "You know," he said thoughtfully "As many times as me and you have done this Ron, we should have learned our lesson."
Ron made a noise of agreement. Or at least Harry took it as that. Apparently Harry and Ron have their own languages when it comes to being drunk or hung over.
Hermione was still asleep when Ron got up and went to sit next to Harry.
"Hey! I've got an idea!" Ron shouted as Harry covered his ears while others in the room moaned angrily. Hermione stirred and grabbed more covers.
"Not so loud mate!" Harry said pushing Ron back over. "You must still be half drunk. Go lay down and sleep the rest of it off next to your girlfriend." Harry said hoisting Ron up.
"Nah, I'm fine. Honest. I don't need any more sleep." Ron said getting up (unsteadily) and sitting on the end of the bed.
Hermione decided that she couldn't get any more deep sleep, and woke up, pulling the covers over her.
"Still cold Herms?" Harry asked her.
She was still wearing the Quidditch jumper that someone (she couldn't remember who) gave her. Shuddering slightly, she threw off the cover and joined Ron at the end of the bed.
"How you feeling Love?" Ron asked her as he kissed her cheek.
"Oh just fine!" she said brightly. "I'm not hung over at all!" she said smiling to Ron and Harry, proud of herself that she doesn't have to suffer like the rest of them.
"That's because you didn't get drunk..." Harry said to her slyly.
Outraged, Hermione shouted at him "THEN WHAT DO YOU CALL WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT?!" at this, the twins promptly threw pillows at her, and Neville made an angry noise and tried to get up but flopped back down, snoring.
"Wait, why am I arguing this with you?" Hermione said suddenly.
"Come on Hermione, you know you enjoyed it. You were merely tipsy last night. You certainly didn't drink enough to get pissed. Maybe piss drunk," Harry said laughing "But not pissed."
"Well, by your standards or Ron's no. But by a normal persons', anyone smaller than Hagrid, then yes, I would say I was drunk last night." Hermione said in her 'matter of fact' tone, thus ending the argument, as Harry and Ron laughed.
Finally after another 10 minutes, the twins decided to get up and looked around the place.
"Blimey! Last time we ever let you lot drink here!" George said as he walked around bottles, crisps, and other items strewn about on the floor.
"Tuh! Half of this mess is the handy work of you two!" Ron said indignantly.
"Oh yeah..."
"Anyways!" said Fred looking wide awake, "Who's hungry? I can work up some breakfast for us then."
"You mean lunch?" Harry said pointing to a clock on the wall, which was hanging off it's nail.
"Whatever you wanna call it. I'll make us a meal!" Fred said getting ready to go upstairs.
"Everyone up?" George asked looking around.
"Neville's still sleeping." Hermione said looking around the bed at the lump on the floor.
"Well, we best get him up then. No good sleeping the whole day now is it?" Fred said as he and George got identical grins on their faces.
If there's anyone in the world you do not want to wake you up after a night of drinking, it was Fred and George. They devise the most devious ways to wake others from a drunken sleep, and Neville unfortunately was the one to be at their hands. They couldn't resist themselves as Fred dashed upstairs to get some ice, while George loomed ever closer to the stereo, getting ready to turn it on full blast.
"Oh come on you two." Said Hermione sadly "Don't do that to him, he's tired and hurting. Even though it's his own fault..."
"Why on Earth are you protecting him?" George said leering at her. "His hands were busy with your goods last night Hermione."
"HE...WHAT?!" Ron shouted getting red in the face, making a furious move towards Neville.
"Take it easy mate," Harry said pulling Ron back down on the bed who glared evilly at Neville (who had no idea all of this was going on) "Let Fred and George handle this. Plus, we've done stupider stuff when we get drunk. Don't be so hard on him."
"No one touches Hermione like that except me." Ron growled.
"Thank you for all the protection you give me Ron, even though you didn't help out much last night, but if he makes a full apology, then I will forgive him. As you should." Hermione said gently to Ron, whose face began to fade back into a normal colour.
"All right. But if he doesn't..." Ron said as he watched Fred and George finally close in on Neville like predators hunting.
"WAKIE WAKIE! EGGS AND BAKIE!" Fred shouted as he dumped ice all over Neville who sat bolt upright yelling as George blared music, making the others cover their ears.
Neville stood up and punched the pair of them in the shoulders. "What'd you go and do that for?" he shouted at them.
"Couldn't resist mate!" Fred said happily as George laughed. "Now then," Fred said as he grabbed Neville by the shoulders and led him to Hermione. "Apologize." George said flatly as Neville faced Hermione.
"Er...for what exactly?" Neville said uneasily. At these words, Ron clenched his fists as Harry kept a firm grasp on his arm.
"I believe you violated Hermione last night, after she was sick and laying in bed." Ron said through gritted teeth.
Neville looked frightened and searched his memory, trying to think of what he could have done to cause such anger in Ron that frankly, he was terrified of.
"I believe it had something to do with these!" Harry said pointing at Hermione's chest, who covered them up with her arms and slapped Harry lightly on the hand.
"Oohh!" Neville said as it dawned on him what he did. "I'm really sorry Hermione! I didn't mean it honest! You know how some people can get under the influence! Sorry!" he said looking pleadingly at her.
"Well, just as long as it doesn't happen again, or you'll have Ron and myself to answer to. It's not very wise making the co-councils of the D.A. now is it?"
"Or the Leader." Harry interjected.
"Once again I'm sorry Hermione." Neville said shrugging.
"It's fine." She said smiling at him.
Neville nodded to Harry and Ron, who immediately dropped their ferocious glares.
"Now that everything's settled, how's about some food?" Fred said as he put on his sweater.
"Yeah, let's go out somewhere to eat." George suggested following suit.
Murmurs of agreement came from the rest of them as they tried to find their articles of clothing from the night before. Once everything was in order, they all went upstairs and out of the door into the blazing sunlight above them. They piled into the flying Ford Anglia (the twins found it and fixed it up proper, with some help from their father) and flew off, looking for the restaurant that they wanted to eat at.
"Blimey!" Ron said shielding his eyes, "Somebody wanna turn down the sun?" the group laughed as they drove off in search of food.
~The End~
*So ends the tale! Now it's time to reveal everything and why Neville was uncharacteristic in this story. The thing is, this really happened to me! I was Hermione in the story; my boyfriend was none other than Ron, and my other friends filled in the rest. Yes, it was one of my male friends who did do that to me while I was trying to sleep (this story is completely true excluding the flying car :-P) but unfortunately, it's been nearly 6 months and he has not yet apologized to me for it. Neville in the books is a very good character and would never do such a thing, but he was the only one I could use for this story because it was uncharacteristic of my friend to do the same fondling to me, so that's why it seemed right. I have nothing against the real Neville Longbottom, but as for the one whom he portrayed, I'm a little antsy around him. My boyfriend of course won't threaten him, but I told him I want 'Neville' and I to sort it out between us. Well, I hope you enjoyed my story and I thank you for your reviews! Coming up soon is a story about Ron and Harry and a weird incident they have together, so look out for it! (Not slash lol) Thanx again everyone!
~HobbitLuvr28~ :-D
Chapter 7: The Morning After
During the course of the night/morning, Hermione would occasionally wake up, just to make sure that she was still alive, and to see if everyone stayed where they fell asleep/passed out. Harry had moved closer to the bed where she was sleeping and grabbed some extra blanket hanging over the edge to warm himself more. "So that's where it went?" Hermione thought to herself as she lay diagonally to get covers across her body. Ron was sleeping on his back, mouth open and snoring slightly with one arm still around Hermione's waist. Neville snored so loud that sometime when Hermione wasn't awake, one of the twins jammed a towel in his mouth to muffle it. Neville didn't seem to mind too much, because in his sleep, he was chewing on it. Fred was halfway hanging off his mattress with the blankets strewn about. George was flipped over onto his stomach and was snoring weakly, one pillow over his head. When an alarm sounded somewhere in the room at around 12p.m., George dragged himself out of bed, and turned it off. After doing so, he went back to the mattress and fell asleep again. The others however began to stir, groaning as their headaches slowly began to pound their skulls.
"Uuugghh. What a night..." Harry said as he sat up, no longer wanting to sleep. "You know," he said thoughtfully "As many times as me and you have done this Ron, we should have learned our lesson."
Ron made a noise of agreement. Or at least Harry took it as that. Apparently Harry and Ron have their own languages when it comes to being drunk or hung over.
Hermione was still asleep when Ron got up and went to sit next to Harry.
"Hey! I've got an idea!" Ron shouted as Harry covered his ears while others in the room moaned angrily. Hermione stirred and grabbed more covers.
"Not so loud mate!" Harry said pushing Ron back over. "You must still be half drunk. Go lay down and sleep the rest of it off next to your girlfriend." Harry said hoisting Ron up.
"Nah, I'm fine. Honest. I don't need any more sleep." Ron said getting up (unsteadily) and sitting on the end of the bed.
Hermione decided that she couldn't get any more deep sleep, and woke up, pulling the covers over her.
"Still cold Herms?" Harry asked her.
She was still wearing the Quidditch jumper that someone (she couldn't remember who) gave her. Shuddering slightly, she threw off the cover and joined Ron at the end of the bed.
"How you feeling Love?" Ron asked her as he kissed her cheek.
"Oh just fine!" she said brightly. "I'm not hung over at all!" she said smiling to Ron and Harry, proud of herself that she doesn't have to suffer like the rest of them.
"That's because you didn't get drunk..." Harry said to her slyly.
Outraged, Hermione shouted at him "THEN WHAT DO YOU CALL WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT?!" at this, the twins promptly threw pillows at her, and Neville made an angry noise and tried to get up but flopped back down, snoring.
"Wait, why am I arguing this with you?" Hermione said suddenly.
"Come on Hermione, you know you enjoyed it. You were merely tipsy last night. You certainly didn't drink enough to get pissed. Maybe piss drunk," Harry said laughing "But not pissed."
"Well, by your standards or Ron's no. But by a normal persons', anyone smaller than Hagrid, then yes, I would say I was drunk last night." Hermione said in her 'matter of fact' tone, thus ending the argument, as Harry and Ron laughed.
Finally after another 10 minutes, the twins decided to get up and looked around the place.
"Blimey! Last time we ever let you lot drink here!" George said as he walked around bottles, crisps, and other items strewn about on the floor.
"Tuh! Half of this mess is the handy work of you two!" Ron said indignantly.
"Oh yeah..."
"Anyways!" said Fred looking wide awake, "Who's hungry? I can work up some breakfast for us then."
"You mean lunch?" Harry said pointing to a clock on the wall, which was hanging off it's nail.
"Whatever you wanna call it. I'll make us a meal!" Fred said getting ready to go upstairs.
"Everyone up?" George asked looking around.
"Neville's still sleeping." Hermione said looking around the bed at the lump on the floor.
"Well, we best get him up then. No good sleeping the whole day now is it?" Fred said as he and George got identical grins on their faces.
If there's anyone in the world you do not want to wake you up after a night of drinking, it was Fred and George. They devise the most devious ways to wake others from a drunken sleep, and Neville unfortunately was the one to be at their hands. They couldn't resist themselves as Fred dashed upstairs to get some ice, while George loomed ever closer to the stereo, getting ready to turn it on full blast.
"Oh come on you two." Said Hermione sadly "Don't do that to him, he's tired and hurting. Even though it's his own fault..."
"Why on Earth are you protecting him?" George said leering at her. "His hands were busy with your goods last night Hermione."
"HE...WHAT?!" Ron shouted getting red in the face, making a furious move towards Neville.
"Take it easy mate," Harry said pulling Ron back down on the bed who glared evilly at Neville (who had no idea all of this was going on) "Let Fred and George handle this. Plus, we've done stupider stuff when we get drunk. Don't be so hard on him."
"No one touches Hermione like that except me." Ron growled.
"Thank you for all the protection you give me Ron, even though you didn't help out much last night, but if he makes a full apology, then I will forgive him. As you should." Hermione said gently to Ron, whose face began to fade back into a normal colour.
"All right. But if he doesn't..." Ron said as he watched Fred and George finally close in on Neville like predators hunting.
"WAKIE WAKIE! EGGS AND BAKIE!" Fred shouted as he dumped ice all over Neville who sat bolt upright yelling as George blared music, making the others cover their ears.
Neville stood up and punched the pair of them in the shoulders. "What'd you go and do that for?" he shouted at them.
"Couldn't resist mate!" Fred said happily as George laughed. "Now then," Fred said as he grabbed Neville by the shoulders and led him to Hermione. "Apologize." George said flatly as Neville faced Hermione.
"Er...for what exactly?" Neville said uneasily. At these words, Ron clenched his fists as Harry kept a firm grasp on his arm.
"I believe you violated Hermione last night, after she was sick and laying in bed." Ron said through gritted teeth.
Neville looked frightened and searched his memory, trying to think of what he could have done to cause such anger in Ron that frankly, he was terrified of.
"I believe it had something to do with these!" Harry said pointing at Hermione's chest, who covered them up with her arms and slapped Harry lightly on the hand.
"Oohh!" Neville said as it dawned on him what he did. "I'm really sorry Hermione! I didn't mean it honest! You know how some people can get under the influence! Sorry!" he said looking pleadingly at her.
"Well, just as long as it doesn't happen again, or you'll have Ron and myself to answer to. It's not very wise making the co-councils of the D.A. now is it?"
"Or the Leader." Harry interjected.
"Once again I'm sorry Hermione." Neville said shrugging.
"It's fine." She said smiling at him.
Neville nodded to Harry and Ron, who immediately dropped their ferocious glares.
"Now that everything's settled, how's about some food?" Fred said as he put on his sweater.
"Yeah, let's go out somewhere to eat." George suggested following suit.
Murmurs of agreement came from the rest of them as they tried to find their articles of clothing from the night before. Once everything was in order, they all went upstairs and out of the door into the blazing sunlight above them. They piled into the flying Ford Anglia (the twins found it and fixed it up proper, with some help from their father) and flew off, looking for the restaurant that they wanted to eat at.
"Blimey!" Ron said shielding his eyes, "Somebody wanna turn down the sun?" the group laughed as they drove off in search of food.
~The End~
*So ends the tale! Now it's time to reveal everything and why Neville was uncharacteristic in this story. The thing is, this really happened to me! I was Hermione in the story; my boyfriend was none other than Ron, and my other friends filled in the rest. Yes, it was one of my male friends who did do that to me while I was trying to sleep (this story is completely true excluding the flying car :-P) but unfortunately, it's been nearly 6 months and he has not yet apologized to me for it. Neville in the books is a very good character and would never do such a thing, but he was the only one I could use for this story because it was uncharacteristic of my friend to do the same fondling to me, so that's why it seemed right. I have nothing against the real Neville Longbottom, but as for the one whom he portrayed, I'm a little antsy around him. My boyfriend of course won't threaten him, but I told him I want 'Neville' and I to sort it out between us. Well, I hope you enjoyed my story and I thank you for your reviews! Coming up soon is a story about Ron and Harry and a weird incident they have together, so look out for it! (Not slash lol) Thanx again everyone!
~HobbitLuvr28~ :-D
