It's You
Chapter 5: Discovering the Mysterious Woman

She stopped dancing at once, and just stood still, looking at Harry like she didn't know who he was.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the woman he had been admiring for the past half hour was his Hermione. It was like she was a completely different person.

Hermione looked extremely surprised herself. What are you doing here?

I suppose I could ask you the same thing, Harry shook his head and chuckled. Dean and Seamus invited me. They own this place.

Do they? Hermione looked around at her friends. We had no idea. She looked at Ginny, who immediately found the floor to be very interesting.

Ginny, did you know Harry was going to be here? Hermione asked her, not angrily but very inquisitively.

Well, I did know Dean and Seamus owned this place, which is why I picked it, and I also knew they were helping to arrange Harry's bachelor party, but I don't know why I didn't make the connection that they may decide to have it here. I'm sorry, Harry, Hermione. We could just leave and find somewhere else to go, Ginny said, looking rather disappointed in herself.

It's okay, Ginny, Harry started. I don't mind if you stay. I actually think it would be kind of fun to have a night out with Hermione. I know it's against the rules', but I think it would be fun. What do you think, Harry looked over at Hermione with his classic puppy eyes' that he knew Hermione could never resist.

I suppose it wouldn't be so bad. It'll be like one big party, Hermione agreed. Let's go get started. She took Harry by the hand and led him over to the bar to grab another drink.

Four hours later, Harry and Hermione had been dancing and drinking so much that they found it a tremendous effort to just stand up.

Ron noticed their problem, and decided it might be time to call it a night. He recruited Ginny to help him and went over to the section of the bar that Harry and Hermione were occupying.

Okay, Harry, Ron started. I think it's about time we got you home.

But Ronniekins! The starty's just getting parted! Harry tried to wave his hands with enthusiasm but only succeeded in throwing himself off balance and off his stool.

Ron picked Harry off the ground, and put one of Harry's arms around his neck to steady him. At the same time, Ginny was trying to coax Hermione off of her stool as well.

Oh, Ginny. You're no fun at all, Hermione said, turning around while trying to set down her butterbeer bottle at the same time. Unfortunately, she missed the bar and the bottle went crashing to the ground.

Ginny shouted in surprise. She tried to keep her in the same place until one of the employees in the bar could clean up the broken glass.
Once that had been done, she finally succeeded in getting Hermione out of her seat. Luckily, they had the foresight earlier that day to make a couple portkeys back to Harry and Hermione's flat so they wouldn't have to walk home or try to apparate and risk getting splinched.

They all huddled together in a back storeroom where they knew they wouldn't be seen while Ron activated the portkey. They all touched it and disappeared.

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They all appeared in Harry and Hermione's sitting room, and because of a mixture of them all being extremely intoxicated and the unstableness of portkey travel, ended up on the floor, sprawled out in every direction.

Ron and Ginny were able to gain their balance back much more quickly and pulled Harry and Hermione to their feet and toward their bedroom. They put them down on the bed, took off their shoes and just left them to sleep it off in their clothes.

They then went back into the sitting room to find that everyone else had found a spot on a couch or chair and had fallen asleep, so they did the same, and soon everyone was in a deep sleep that could only be induced by hours of drinking, partying, and all around fun.

The next morning, Hermione woke up to the worst headache she had ever had in her whole life. It was like someone was taking a sledgehammer to her head repeatedly, and it showed no signs of letting up.

Good thing I keep that hangover potion in my side table drawer, she told herself thankfully. Now the only problem is sitting up.

A few minutes later, she had made it up and drank some of her wonderful potion. Instantly, her head cleared and the sledgehammer feeling disappeared.

Once her head cleared, she realised she was in the same clothes from last night, so she stripped off the clothing that reeked of alcohol and took a quick shower. Once changing into some comfortable sweats, she went out into the sitting room only to find everyone still asleep.

Well, for everything they did for Harry and me, the least I could do is make them some breakfast, she decided.

She made her way into the kitchen and began to pull things out of the fridge. A few minutes later, the whole place was smelling of the delicious breakfast Hermione was preparing.