Authors Note: Thank you's go out to PhoenixJay27 and xDireWolfx for the
spelling corrections. I'd also like to give a great big thanks to deadnun
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Infatuation
Chapter 2: The Rum Effect
I pressed myself flat against the wall, trying my best to simply fade into the shadows. The echoing voices of two random Slytherin slowly faded as they continued down the hall. I clutched the pure black bottle to my chest and edged around the corner, checking to make sure the hall was, in fact, empty.
Smiling slightly, I darted down the hall and sprinted up the stairs, ignoring the various calls of pictures as I go. The oh so familiar picture greeted me once again.
"Password." The picture droned, and for a second I found myself wondering who enchanted the Fat Lady and how long she'd been here. After a mumbled word and a quick, nervous glance behind me, the picture swung to let me by. I scrambled into the common room, shooting passed the rest of the Gryffindor students and straight to a heavy looking wooden door. Raising a hand, I rapped on the door quickly and quietly, again glancing around as I shifted the bottle in my grip. The moment Hermione opened the door, I slipped passed her and bounded onto the bed.
"Shut the door!" I yelped quickly, holding the bottle protectively. Hermione, confused as hell, shut the door behind her and eyed the bottle in my hands.
"What 'ave you got this time, Gin?" With an impish smile, I twist off the cap and take a sip. A liquid invasion of strawberries instantly flooded my mouth, causing me to just smile again.
"Strambonia." I finally replied before taking another sip. I watched in high amusement as Hermiones eyes grew large.
"Where... Who... B... But..." Her words, as stammered as they were, just sounded like music. I smiled for what seemed like the hundredth time and held out the bottle.
"Try some?" She looked at me uncertainly and I could almost see the good angel and bad angel appearing on her shoulders. After what seemed like hours, Hermione did the very last thing I would've expected. She took the bottle from my hand and raised it to those absolutely perfect, kissable lips.
I shook my head violently as she continued to draw big gulps from the bottle. I was mentally kicking myself. 'Moron. Don't think about her lips. They happen to be great lips but you really don't need to think about them now do you.' My train of thought continued along those lines even as my eyes trailed down along her neck and further... All the way to her feet and back.
She pulled the bottle from her lips, gasping quietly for breath. I went to grab the bottle by was only met with a playful growl and the low snarled word "Mine." What I wouldn't give for her to say that about me.
I raised my hands in an act of defeat, silently deciding to let her drink as much as she wanted. I'd take care of her. I always would. She smiled at me and plopped down on the bed, using the many pillows to lean back on.
"This tastes... Really good." Hermione said and I instantly noticed the usually flawless words were slurred. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh my god... You're drunk." I said it and then laughed a bit more afterwards. This was funny. Hermione, the Prefect, was getting drunk. 'It'd be easy to take advantage...' The little voice in my head rang and I instantly shoved it away, disgusted with myself for thinking anything of the sort.
She giggled... Yeah. GIGGLED... and nodded a bit, chirping out a cheery "Maybe!" With another laugh I shook my head and watched as she took another gulp of the contents of the bottle.
A Bit Later
I stood and waited until the room stopped spinning. I turned and looked at Hermione with a grin.
"I'm gonna get you some water.." The tears that instantly sprung up in her eyes both shocked and surprised me. She blinked and two crystal drops fell from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks.
"Don't leave me..." She said softly, more tears falling. Drunk as I was, I wasn't about to deny the woman I loved anything at all. I stumbled back to the bed and lowered myself to sit beside her. After I managed to ease the bottle from her hands, I flashed a smile... One I could only hope would comfort her.
"Hey... I'd never leave you... But if I don't go get you a glass of water... The hangover you have tomorrow is going to be killer." Hermione gulped and looked down at her hands, which were resting on top of her folded legs. I saw a few tears fall from her eyes and splash over her intertwined fingers.
"How about this? Uhm... You can come with me!" I said softly, I would've said anything to make those tears stop. Her head tilted back up and her eyes once again met mine. The smile that had replaced the frown lifted me to new heights.
I'll say this now... God I have some really stupid ideas. But to make a long story short... We went down to the kitchen and back without getting caught. Though I'm sure that most of Gryffindor knew Hermione was drunk, none of them said a word. Which I'm thankful for.
I gently laid her back against her pillows and sighed, moving a few strands of hair behind her ear. She'd collapsed just as we were rounding the last flight of stairs to her room. Good thing she's light. I set her empty trash can beside the bed and smiled fondly, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. Turning to go, I almost let out a scream as a surprisingly strong hand gripped my arm, halting my exit.
"Please don't go..." She murmured. I slowly pried her fingers from my arm and nodded, climbing into the bed beside her. At the same moment, she lunged towards the edge of her bed and I barely had enough time to pull her hair away from her face before she suddenly brought up the contents of her stomach.
I leaned over to look into the trash can and wrinkled up my nose. Pink liquid with white chunkies... Sick. I shook my head and winced as her body tensed and she heaved again. A few more times and she leaned back on the pillows and groaned. I rested a gentle hand across her stomach and smiled as she covered the hand with her own.
"Don't leave..." She repeated the words for a third time. With a shake of my head I smiled a little.
"No... I won't leave. I promise." Content with that answer, Hermione, the love of my life, drifted into her own private little dream world.
I stayed awake until the bed side clock read 5:00am. Thinking. Thinking. Always thinking. I spent most of this thinking time gazing at the girl who had claimed my heart, thinking how beautiful she was. Both inside and out.
"Why can't I have you..." Was my final thought before I drifted into a dream world of my own, full of visions of me and her... Together and happy. Too bad dreams don't always come true.
Yet Another Note: Up Next. The Talent Show! Hermione, Luna and Lavender shake it on stage then Ginny and another person sing. General stupidness will ensue. Be warned. ^_^
Infatuation
Chapter 2: The Rum Effect
I pressed myself flat against the wall, trying my best to simply fade into the shadows. The echoing voices of two random Slytherin slowly faded as they continued down the hall. I clutched the pure black bottle to my chest and edged around the corner, checking to make sure the hall was, in fact, empty.
Smiling slightly, I darted down the hall and sprinted up the stairs, ignoring the various calls of pictures as I go. The oh so familiar picture greeted me once again.
"Password." The picture droned, and for a second I found myself wondering who enchanted the Fat Lady and how long she'd been here. After a mumbled word and a quick, nervous glance behind me, the picture swung to let me by. I scrambled into the common room, shooting passed the rest of the Gryffindor students and straight to a heavy looking wooden door. Raising a hand, I rapped on the door quickly and quietly, again glancing around as I shifted the bottle in my grip. The moment Hermione opened the door, I slipped passed her and bounded onto the bed.
"Shut the door!" I yelped quickly, holding the bottle protectively. Hermione, confused as hell, shut the door behind her and eyed the bottle in my hands.
"What 'ave you got this time, Gin?" With an impish smile, I twist off the cap and take a sip. A liquid invasion of strawberries instantly flooded my mouth, causing me to just smile again.
"Strambonia." I finally replied before taking another sip. I watched in high amusement as Hermiones eyes grew large.
"Where... Who... B... But..." Her words, as stammered as they were, just sounded like music. I smiled for what seemed like the hundredth time and held out the bottle.
"Try some?" She looked at me uncertainly and I could almost see the good angel and bad angel appearing on her shoulders. After what seemed like hours, Hermione did the very last thing I would've expected. She took the bottle from my hand and raised it to those absolutely perfect, kissable lips.
I shook my head violently as she continued to draw big gulps from the bottle. I was mentally kicking myself. 'Moron. Don't think about her lips. They happen to be great lips but you really don't need to think about them now do you.' My train of thought continued along those lines even as my eyes trailed down along her neck and further... All the way to her feet and back.
She pulled the bottle from her lips, gasping quietly for breath. I went to grab the bottle by was only met with a playful growl and the low snarled word "Mine." What I wouldn't give for her to say that about me.
I raised my hands in an act of defeat, silently deciding to let her drink as much as she wanted. I'd take care of her. I always would. She smiled at me and plopped down on the bed, using the many pillows to lean back on.
"This tastes... Really good." Hermione said and I instantly noticed the usually flawless words were slurred. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh my god... You're drunk." I said it and then laughed a bit more afterwards. This was funny. Hermione, the Prefect, was getting drunk. 'It'd be easy to take advantage...' The little voice in my head rang and I instantly shoved it away, disgusted with myself for thinking anything of the sort.
She giggled... Yeah. GIGGLED... and nodded a bit, chirping out a cheery "Maybe!" With another laugh I shook my head and watched as she took another gulp of the contents of the bottle.
A Bit Later
I stood and waited until the room stopped spinning. I turned and looked at Hermione with a grin.
"I'm gonna get you some water.." The tears that instantly sprung up in her eyes both shocked and surprised me. She blinked and two crystal drops fell from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks.
"Don't leave me..." She said softly, more tears falling. Drunk as I was, I wasn't about to deny the woman I loved anything at all. I stumbled back to the bed and lowered myself to sit beside her. After I managed to ease the bottle from her hands, I flashed a smile... One I could only hope would comfort her.
"Hey... I'd never leave you... But if I don't go get you a glass of water... The hangover you have tomorrow is going to be killer." Hermione gulped and looked down at her hands, which were resting on top of her folded legs. I saw a few tears fall from her eyes and splash over her intertwined fingers.
"How about this? Uhm... You can come with me!" I said softly, I would've said anything to make those tears stop. Her head tilted back up and her eyes once again met mine. The smile that had replaced the frown lifted me to new heights.
I'll say this now... God I have some really stupid ideas. But to make a long story short... We went down to the kitchen and back without getting caught. Though I'm sure that most of Gryffindor knew Hermione was drunk, none of them said a word. Which I'm thankful for.
I gently laid her back against her pillows and sighed, moving a few strands of hair behind her ear. She'd collapsed just as we were rounding the last flight of stairs to her room. Good thing she's light. I set her empty trash can beside the bed and smiled fondly, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. Turning to go, I almost let out a scream as a surprisingly strong hand gripped my arm, halting my exit.
"Please don't go..." She murmured. I slowly pried her fingers from my arm and nodded, climbing into the bed beside her. At the same moment, she lunged towards the edge of her bed and I barely had enough time to pull her hair away from her face before she suddenly brought up the contents of her stomach.
I leaned over to look into the trash can and wrinkled up my nose. Pink liquid with white chunkies... Sick. I shook my head and winced as her body tensed and she heaved again. A few more times and she leaned back on the pillows and groaned. I rested a gentle hand across her stomach and smiled as she covered the hand with her own.
"Don't leave..." She repeated the words for a third time. With a shake of my head I smiled a little.
"No... I won't leave. I promise." Content with that answer, Hermione, the love of my life, drifted into her own private little dream world.
I stayed awake until the bed side clock read 5:00am. Thinking. Thinking. Always thinking. I spent most of this thinking time gazing at the girl who had claimed my heart, thinking how beautiful she was. Both inside and out.
"Why can't I have you..." Was my final thought before I drifted into a dream world of my own, full of visions of me and her... Together and happy. Too bad dreams don't always come true.
Yet Another Note: Up Next. The Talent Show! Hermione, Luna and Lavender shake it on stage then Ginny and another person sing. General stupidness will ensue. Be warned. ^_^