R is for Raunchy
D/Hr
Summary: As Hermione doesn't recieve the honor of becoming the next Head Girl, she decides to rebel, and becomes a bit...saucy.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling, plot belongs to us.

Chapter 8

Harry smiled back and grasped Hermione's hand and yanked her back inside the portrait door. She gasped in surprise and started to laugh. 'Much better, I must say!' Hermione thought while following Harry, who was weaving in and out of people. 'I'm having a splendid time.'

Harry pulled her forward and handed her a shot of Fire Whiskey. He laughed and handed it to her. "Here, Mione. Try to catch up a bit." He downed the shot he was holding in his hand and whooped like a madman. Hermione giggled nervously.

'Time for some reasoning.' Hermione thought. 'Now. I could have a splendid time with Harry and Ron if I drink this shot. But I could go crazy and I've never been insanely drunk, so I don't know how I'd act. Not like one little shot can get me insanely drunk, but you never know. But suppose I don't drink it. I'll be called who knows what and I'll be ostracized forever! Well, not forever. Just until everybody's hangover goes away. Oh, bloody hell. I'm drinking it.' She nodded and swallowed the shot and gave a whoop similar to Harry's. Her throat was burning, but she liked it.

"Harry. Give me another shot."

Hermione was giggling like a crazy drunken schoolgirl. This, oddly enough, was what she was just now. She stumbled upon Ron, who was singing "We Are the Champions" and giggling just like Hermione. 'Funny,' Hermione thought. 'Ron's not a girl. But he's acting like a girl!' This set Hermione off into another fit of giggles.

Ron had spotted Hermione, who was downing her fourth shot. "Mi-ne...Mi- ne!" He stumbled up to her and was centimeters away from her face. He was looking intently into it, almost to a point where one would have called it staring. Suddenly, he grasped her hand and was pumping it up and down. "Mi- ne! What a pleasant surprise! It's such a joy to find you here. When did you arrive? I must have just missed you. I'm 'aving a jolly good time, love. Absolutely, fabulous SMASHING good time! I hope you're faring as well." He said, swaying from side to side.

Hermione looked at him sternly. Although she was drunk, she wasn't too drunk to realize that Ron needed to have his glass taken away from him. "Leave it to you to use nice long words when you're smashed. Honestly Ron, how many drinks have you had? Come on. Give us the glass; I think you've had quite enough to drink for one night." She reached for his glass as he went to drink it, but he pulled it away and held it high above her head.

"I've not had enough 'til the party's over. And the party's not over 'til the Fat Lady sings. And she, my darling Hermione, just keeps letting people in. She's Gryffindor's own personal bouncer and," he put a hand to his ear as if he was trying to hear something, "I don't hear any singing." He finished off his drink and waddled off through the crowd giggling again.

Hermione shook her head and tutted. 'Ron'll get us all in trouble, that drunken bastard.' She grumbled and downed her fifth and sixth shots. She became pleasantly drunk. She was just drunk enough to trip and knock over a group of scared looking first years. Screaming with laughter, Ron came and tried to help her up, but being heavily intoxicated himself, fell on top of her.

"Asses, asses, they all fall DOWN!" Hermione belted, wildly screeching with laughter. Both of them, laughing their heads off crawled over to the boys' stairs and sat side by side, clutching their sides.

Harry swayed back and forth like a sailor as he moved toward his friends, bumping into Ginny and patting her on the head as he went. By now, they were all in stitches. Ron moved off to get more alcohol, saying in a thick Arnold Schwarzenegger accent, "I'll be back" And went off giggling. Hermione and Harry, left alone, decided to cautiously climb the stairs that led up to the boys' dormitories, singing the alphabet song as they went.
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