Hangovers and….Death Eaters?
Wow! Sorry it took so long to update. I honestly didn't think people would like this story so I didn't have a whole lot planned out, so I needed to think. Now I do though. I hope you don't mind me adding a bit of a plot, but I assure you it won't detract from the humor.
I'm thrilled you al like this fic! Your crazy, but I love you! Enjoy this chapter!
She was awake, but was suddenly aware that she couldn't open her eyes. It was already far too bright. Hermione rolled over onto her back and let out a loud groan of pain. She felt like a stampede of horses had just trampled over her head and left her lying there. She forced her eyelids open and squinted.
"Bloody hell," she moaned.
Hermione looked to her left. There was no one there. She looked to her right. The same.
She was pretty sure that she was camping. She remembered driving with Harry and Ron, setting up the tent, eating, and…drinking?
"Oh no," she moaned once more. Something bad happened. She had no idea what, but it couldn't have been good if she didn't remember. Hermione used what little energy she possessed to get out of her warm sleeping bag and stand up. She stumbled; pausing for a moment to catch her balance and made her way out of the small tent.
"Have some more eggs, mate," Harry said, as he scooped up a spoonful of scrambled eggs and plopped them onto Ron's plate.
"If Hermione finds out you used magic to cook this she'll murder you," Ron said forebodingly.
Harry shrugged and bit into a sausage.
"I doubt she'll be in any kind of mood to yell at us today."
Ron cringed. "I reckon we should be nice to her today," He suggested.
Harry's eyes widened at this suggestion. "Are you kidding? Hermione rarely leaves us opportunities to have a go at her. I'm not passing this up."
Ron was about to respond when they heard a miserable groan come from the tent. It was Hermione, or a beast that looked like her.
She stumbled out of the tent, shoulders slumped, and rubbing her head. Her hair was bushier than ever, and curls flew in every possible direction. The T-shirt she was wearing was crooked and rumpled; her pajama pants were twisted to the side.
Both Harry and Ron tried in vain to suppress their laughter. The sight was just too much.
"Morning sunshine!" Harry said cheerfully.
Hermione did her best to sneer at him, but it only served to make her look even more comical.
Ron's stomach lurched when his eyes met hers. The memory of last night's event returned to him. Hermione thought that their kiss was a joke. He felt sick, and hoped that Hermione hadn't remembered as well as he had.
"What did you two parts do to me last night?" She grunted bitterly.
"Well," Harry started with a grin. "We got you completely pissed, and then you shagged both of us," He said casually.
Hermione's eyes widened and for a moment she looked like she wanted to curl up and die.
Harry laughed out loud. "I'm just kidding Hermione! Do you really think we would do that to you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and hobbled over to the fire pit with the boys. "I hate you both," She muttered.
She sat down on the large log next to Ron and he handed her a small plate with two pieces of toast on it.
"Here," He said. "It will make you feel better."
She took the toast with out a smile or a 'thank you'. Then Harry handed her a steaming cup of tea.
"And this," He said.
Hermione carefully nibbled on the toast and sipped on her tea.
"What time is it?" She asked groggily.
Harry glanced down at his watch. "Almost noon."
"What?" Hermione asked harshly; snapping her head around in Harry's direction. She regretted it immediately because her head throbbed painfully.
"We were supposed to be on the road two hours ago!" She yelled.
"Relaxe Hermione! We don't need to fit a time frame for this trip, let's just make it leisurely," Harry told her.
Hermione didn't argue. She felt too horrible to do so. After a few moments of silence, Hermione could hardly tolerate the pounding in her head.
"What is this infernal throbbing in my head?" She moaned desperately.
Harry smiled at her; this time with sympathy and he rubbed her back gently.
"It's called a hangover. It's the price we pay for drinking to excess," Harry explained with a light chuckle.
Hermione had experienced pain and discomfort before, but this was completely different and horrible in its own right! How can Ron and Harry be handling it so well?
"How come the pair of you don't appear to have a hangover?" She asked.
Ron laughed lightly. "I've built up immunity to it," He said.
Harry nodded. "And I've never had a hangover problem; I can just hold my alcohol well."
It wasn't fair in the least! Hermione was supposed to be the cool, logical, responsible member of the trio, and right now she felt practically useless.
She sighed and rubbed her temples. "We need to pack up and get out of here. We want to be at the next site before nightfall," Hermione explained and rose from her seat on the log and wobbled slightly. "Merlin knows how I'm going to drive today," She sighed with discomfort.
Ron stood beside her. "Well, I could drive…" He offered.
Hermione peered in his direction and raised her eyebrows.
"You? I'm not in the mood for jokes Ron," She said firmly. His eyes narrowed as she turned and he grabbed her arm to keep her form leaving.
"I'm not joking Hermione! I can drive! I did in the second year, all the way to Hogwarts!"
Hermione sighed and tried not to put on a condescending tone. "That was different. This is driving on the road with other cars. You can't drive the car, sorry," She said.
"Well, you certainly can't drive! And Harry has no clue!" Ron argued and Harry nodded.
"I'll be really careful and you can lie down in the back seat and rest, and when you feel better you can drive," said Ron.
Hermione looked very doubtful and opened her mouth to speak. To her surprise, Ron gently, but quickly clamped his hand over her lips to keep her from protesting.
"Let someone else be bossy for a change," He said before moving past her and heading towards the tent to pack up. Hermione watched him go. Speechless. Ron Rarely had the nerve stand up to her. Argue yes, but rarely ever take a stand. It was actually quite sexy. Scrap that thought…Ron's not sexy! Absolutely no romantic feelings for him, that was a silly crush, long ago, that was a lost cause.
Ron slowly climbed into the driver's seat of the car. He bit on his lower lip nervously and tried to breathe with ease. Driving would be no problem.
The car was all packed up and the trio was ready to hit the road again. Hermione lay comfortably on her back across the back seat, her head propped up on a pillow and a book in her hands, ready to be read. Harry sat in the passengers seat watching Ron and looking amused.
The young red-head fumbled with the keys before he stuck them in the ignition and started the engine. How much different can it be? Ron asked himself.
"Alright, Mate. Where do I go?" Ron asked nervously with a knuckle white grip on the steering wheel.
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, First you want to get on the road," He said patronizingly.
Ron frowned at him, shifted the gear and step on the gas. The car jerked roughly backward before Ron quickly slammed on the brakes.
"Try DRIVE mate! Not reverse!" Harry suggested as Ron corrected his error. When they pulled out onto the road Hermione wore a fearful expression.
"This is my mum's car Ron! Please, please, please be careful!"
They had been approximately 45 minutes into their journey and it was….actually going quite smoothly. Ron had caught on quick and Harry was giving fine directions. Not that it was hard really; it was a single, long road.
And Hermione…Hermione was relaxed, and Merlin did it feel good. Her head didn't hurt as much any more and the gentle vibration from the car was soothing her muscles. She didn't dare tell the boys how wonderful it was, because she'd either receive an 'I told you so' or they'd tell her it's her turn to drive.
There was no arguing or complaining so far and Hermione had not needed to pick up her book once! The trio had engaged themselves in enough entertaining conversations as to cure boredom. Right now they were just having a general, reminiscent discussion of their mates back at Hogwarts.
"Ok. Here's one…Biggest flirt?" Harry asked his two friends. They thought for a short moment; scanning through faces and personalities of the many Gryffindors.
"Out of the girls…I'd have to say Lavender," Ron answered.
Harry smiled. "Funny. I was going to say Ginny,"
"What?" Ron asked doubtfully.
"Sorry Ron," Hermione said. "But Ginny was and is very…social."
Ron frowned. He really didn't want to think about it. "Whatever. So what about for the boys, Hermione?" He asked, redirecting the subject.
"Hmmm, I always thought Fred was quite randy," Answered Hermione.
"I agree, he gets the award for greatest perv," Harry added.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "That's your title Harry," She said and Harry opened his jaws wide as if offended.
"I am not perverted!" He said defensively, but he didn't sound to hurt by it.
"Yes you are! Both of you are so you can share the title!" Hermione argued back.
Harry and Ron tried to glare at her, but they knew it was true.
"Ok, well you'd win for biggest prude," Said Harry cautiously.
It was Hermione's turn to appear offended. "I'm not a prude, just classy. It's something you two haven't learned to be yet!"
At that moment, Ron let out a loud burp.
"Great breakfast Harry," He said and Hermione rolled her eyes with disgust.
"Biggest pig…Ron Weasley," She stated and they all laughed.
"I've got one," Said Ron. "Who was the dorkiest?"
All three of them answered at the same time. "Neville."
Hermione was glad none of them said her.
"Umm…" Started Hermione. "Who was the prettiest girl?" She asked.
There was a pause before both Harry and Ron answered quickly.
"Oh! Hermione Granger of course!" Said Ron.
"Hermione yeah, great body on that girl," Said Harry.
"That hair is gorgeous," Ron sighed dramatically even though he knew that he was serious.
Hermione couldn't help but smirk at her friends' loyalty…and sarcasm.
"Ya, ya, ya! Sod off! Who do you really think was the prettiest?" She asked.
There was a moment's pause for thought.
"Well, seeing as Ginny's my girlfriend…my vote goes to her," Answered Harry truthfully.
Hermione nodded in approval then turned her gaze to Ron who had suddenly turned a light shade of pink.
He really did think the Hermione was the fairest of them all. There was no way in Hell he was going to admit that though.
"Well, ermm….I suppose Parvati was quite good-looking," He replied.
Hermione smiled lightly…was she disappointed? Well, honestly what had she expected from Ron's answer? 'You're a goddess Hermione! Every time I look at you I want to throw you on the bed and ravage you again and again!'…not likely.
"What about the male population? Who was the most striking?" Asked Harry.
Ron was the first male that popped into her mind. He had to be eliminated from the running though. She thought about it; excluding both Harry and Ron. In all honesty, they were the best looking out of the sixth years. Oliver Wood and been quite handsome and Dean had a certain charm, but no one really ever struck her fancy. Except Ron that is, but once again she reminded herself that he had been banned from her choices.
Hermione shrugged. "You were all a bunch of trolls," She answered casually.
The trio laughed lightly once more when suddenly something large and black dashed across the road. Ron slammed hard on the breaks and the tires screeched loudly. The car violently skidded and swerved off onto the side of the road.
When the vehicle came to a halt, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in silence; only their heavy breathing could be heard.
"Is everyone alright?" Asked Harry; his shaky voice finally breaking the silence. There was a quiet 'yes' from Hermione and Ron answered with 'Peachy'.
The car was in the grass and behind them were skid marks on the pavement. Steam gracefully rose off of the car wheels.
Hermione was the first to come to as she hurriedly jumped out of the car to inspect the scene. The boys followed shortly.
"What the Bloody Hell was that?" Ron asked loudly.
Hermione hadn't scene anything that had happened; she was laying down the whole time. She wanted to ask the same exact question.
"You tell me Ron," She said with a slight hint of irritation. He rounded on her.
"Don't go taking that tone with me Hermione! Something ran out in front of the car, did you want me to hit it?" He yelled.
"What was it?" She asked angrily.
"I don't know! It was a person though. Tall, dressed all In black," Ron said; running through the image in his memory. His face started to turn pale. "I actually looked a lot like a Death-"
"Don't say it," Harry ordered with a snap. Ron shut his mouth right away.
Harry knew exactly what it looked like; he had thought the same thing. He didn't want it to be true though and saying it out loud would make it so.
"I'm sure it was just an old traveler or something," Harry added, trying to calm his tone.
Ron nodded in agreement. Hermione didn't understand and glanced between them strangely.
"Well, shouldn't we make sure he's alright?" Hermione asked with concern.
"No," Harry answered shortly as he looked over the small car. "We've got a flat tire," He added with disappointment.
Hermione's spirits dropped and Ron twisted his lips. "Is that bad?"
Hermione and Harry didn't respond to him.
"I've got a spare," said Hermione exhaustedly.
She and Harry promptly retrieved the spare from beneath the car and taught Ron how to remove the flat.
"Why can't we just use magic to fix it?" Ron complained.
"No magic," Hermione said. "a little manual labor will do you good."
They were ready to put the new tire on as Ron propped the jack in place and jacked it up.
Once high enough, the old jack didn't hold well and kept slowly sliding down.
"It won't stay up," he whined with frustration. Hermione watched the boys struggle with the tire and the jack and she smiled.
"Is that what you tell all the girls Ron?" She asked playfully. At that, Harry and Ron's head's snapped up in her direction.
"Hermione!" Ron said looking astonished. They were shocked.
"See? I can talk just as dirty as you two prats," She said smugly.
"I'm impressed!" Was all Harry said as he and Ron, with Hermione's help, successfully changed the tire.
Once on the road again, there was no more talk of tires, or who the figure was that caused their accident. Just many more jokes about Ron's problem with keeping it up.
Well, I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think! If anyone has any funny camping trip or road trip stories it would be fun to share them in your reviews, maybe you'll inspire future chapters! Luv ya!