All Gone Wrong
By yellow duck
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Disclaimer: I donÕt own any of the Harry, Hermione, Ron, George, Ginny, etc. I wish I did, but J.K. Rowling made them up first.
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Chapter Two: Too Much Wine
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By two, all the guests had left, and Hermione was on her fourth glass of wine. Ron and Kelly had been the last to go, staying to watch Hermione sigh over a mound of opened presents. Now it was just the two friends. Harry completely sober, drinking coffee at a snail-like pace, and Hermione in the new silver necklace someone had given her, teetering around, trying not to appear drunk.
ÒOkay, ÔArry, IÕm ready to go now,Ó Hermione said, her normally clear voice slurred. ÒThank Ôou for the lurvly evening. GÕ night!Ó
ÒAh, no offense meant, Mione, but I donÕt think itÕs safe for you to go home alone.Ó
ÒVery well. ÔOu can take me then.Ó She held up her arms, like a little girl asking to be carried by her father.
ÒThatÕs enough, Mione! IÕm getting out the de-liquoring potion.Ó
ÒNo! Please, please doughnut!Ó She wailed. ÒItÕs disgusting!Ó
ÒYou must be sober,Ó said Harry, sarcastically, ÒÕcause you just said ÔdoughnutÕ instead of Ôdo not.ÕÓ
ÒWuht?Ó
ÒNever mind.Ó Harry hurried off to fetch the de-liquoring potion. A couple minutes later, he returned with a glass vial filled with a strange purple liquid.
ÒNo! Please, no!Ó Hermione got down on her knees to beg.
ÒOpen up, wide!Ó
Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion, and her mouth fell open, just slightly.
ÒHere we go,Ó Harry cried, lunging forward, and pouring the potion down HermioneÕs throat.
ÒAhÑÒ
HermioneÕs pleas were stopped as she struggled not to swallow the potion. But it had already gone down.
ÒGood girl,Ó Harry remarked, as his friend closed her eyes, and curled up on the couch, the effects of the potion already sinking in.
As Hermione slept, peacefully, Harry changed into his pajamas, and leaned back on his bed, reading, waiting until he, too, drifted off to sleep.