A Note from Vulpi: yoyoyo. Writing another story. Ahem.
So, Cit pen name Nyaasu nyo) recently wrote a story about Harry being drunk. And then she told me to write one about Ron. Of course, I accepted. Drunk Ron is always fun.
I'm feeling quite insane, and this is the result. Cheers.
WHEN IN DOUBT...
When in doubt, get some booze off Harry. So it goes.
In the boys dormitories, Ron was sobbing hysterically and Harry was completely oblivious, giggling madly, too drugged up to notice.
I JUST CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE, HARRY! Ron cried. The exams are coming up, and Hermione won't give me her freaking notes, and— he paused, then starting shaking Harry violently. I CAN'T TAKE IT! I JUST CAN'T! GIMME YOUR FREAKING ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES!heeheehehee okyy prffsor
It was a beer-filled night, complete with chair humping activities. Ron soon was freed of his testing woes, and was having himself quite a time before Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan stepped in.
Excuse me, laddies, could you ever so kindly SHUT THE FUCK UP?! Seamus roared, sending Harry toppling off his four-poster bed, snorting uncontrollably all the while. Ron proceeded in dumping his bottle of beer on Dean's head happily.
C'mon, mate! he slurred cheerfully. Have yourself a drink or two! He swerved slightly to the right and landed on top of Harry, who only erupted in more fits of giggles.
You two, Dean spat angrily, and he and Seamus left the dormitory.
WE'RE WAAAASTED, MATE! Ron chirped after them.
ye w r Harry agreed.
Harry and Ron were just as drunk as ever the next day. Hermione scolded them thoroughly, but the two only ended up slapping her on the ass. She shrieked indignantly (and quite audibly), then stormed off and left the pair of drunkards to themselves.
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Making their way down the hall, they were stopped by Hermione, who tapped them on the shoulders from behind. Before they knew what was happening (their minds were processing like a decade old computer), she had smashed two beer bottles on their heads.
Got what you deserved, didn't you? she said sweetly. She briskly moved on to her next class, leaving Harry and Ron laughing stupidly on the floor, shattered glass all around them.