Chapter Eleven: Drunk

They rode for about 20 minutes or so, chatting and sneaking kisses, when they stopped.

"We're here." George said.

"Dancin' In The District, I thought we were eating?" Hermione said, looking at the sign.

"We are," Fred said, "and we're dancing."

"But, but, don't you have to be 18 or older?" Hermione stuttered, "we're only 16, 17, and 12."

"Hey, I'm 17 thank you very much." Sam retorted, "live a little."

"I like your attitude!" George said.

"But you're wrong Hermione, we can get in, because it is ran by teenaged witches and wizards, like us. Lee Jordan even works there." Fred said.

They walked over to the door, and knocked, "Password?"

"Firewhiskey, you know that Lee." Fred answered.

"Come on in." Lee opened the door.

They sat at a table close to the dance floor, they took a menu, and ordered.

"I'll order they drinks." Fred said, and walked off to the bar. He came back with 8 glasses of a red liquid.

"What is that?" Ron asked.

" It's punch." Fred answered passing the glasses around, winking at George.

"This taste great." Sam said, she was on her fourth glass. Ginny nodded.

Hermione walked off somewhere with Zak, and never came back. Sam saw them snogging in a corner somewhere.

"Wanna dance?" Ron asked.

"Sure." She responded and kissed him.

Harry and Ginny got on the dance floor too.
After a few songs, Sam and Ginny went to the bar to get another drink.

They came back, with a smoking substance in their pint sized glasses.

"What is that?" Hermione asked, with a concerned look.

"It's fire, hick… whiskey… hick," Sam swayed back and forth, "want, hick… some? It's great… hick."

"Let's dance, hick… Harry." Ginny said.

"No Gin, you need to sit down you're drunk."

Sam had already pulled Ron onto the dance floor, and was swaying, unsteadily.

"Sam c'mon your drunk you need to go home." Ron pleaded.

"No I don'ts…hick…I'm fine!" just then Sam leaned over and threw up on Ron.

Sam dropped to the floor sobbing. Ron bet down and rubbed her back, "It's ok, Shhh."

"Don't look at me…hick… I'm so embarrassed, i don't know what came over me."

"It's ok Sam." he said trying to sooth her.

"Gin are you ok?" Harry asked. He was looking at her, "please answer me."

She didn't answer instead she puked at his feet.

"Fred! What the hell did you put in their drinks?" Hermione fumed.
"Uh, we said it was punch you didn't ask what kind!"

"What kind was it?" she asked still glaring.

"Uh…" he shifted around nervously, "rum."

"What? You put rum in a 12 and 16 year olds' drink!" Hermione slapped his face, "you idiot! We need to take them to the rooms now!"

Fred nodded not wanting to be slapped again.

Harry and Ron scooped up their dates, and they walked out into the cold, rainy night air. They stepped into the limo, and road back to the Leaky Cauldron

Mrs. Weasley was in the dinning room when they arrived. She jumped up and ran over to Sam and Gin, " What the hell happened? Why do they smell like firewhiskey?"

"They're drunk." Ron said.

"WHAT? How? Who?"

Hermione walked in, " Fred put rum in their punch, and they got carried away." she said obviously pissed off.

"FRED WEASLY! You let your sister and Samantha get drunk? Go upstairs, now! I'll deal with you later!" she was blood red with anger, she turned to Hermione, " Hermione dear could you help these two get cleaned up while I deal with Fred?"

"I would gladly help." with that she followed the two boys up the stairs towards their rooms.

"Sam can take a shower in my room." Ron said.

"Ok then Gin can take one in our room." Hermione said leading Harry to her room, " I'll help her into the shower, then I'm gonna go find Zak."

Harry nodded.

Sam got into the shower trying not to fall from the dizziness, "ok Sam you will not breakdown, you will not!" she told herself.

Just then Ron walked in, and listened quietly as she started crying.

"I'm such an idiot! I can't believe I went and got drunk! And now I'm acting like a baby if Ron saw me he'd probably never wanna see me again." she sobbed, sitting on the floor, and grabbing her ankles, rocking back and forth. Ron stepped in quietly, she didn't notice, and started talking again, " he probably thinks I'm and idiot for drinking." she mumbled.

" No I don't." he bent down and whispered into her ear.
Sam turned around, and gasped, "Did you hear everything?"

He nodded, "And it's not true, I still love you."

Sam stood up slowly, Ron followed. She looked at him, his chest was bare, she slowly followed down, stopping at his six-pack, ' that's hot.' she thought to herself, and continued down.

"I feel like shit," she said, "I wanna g to bed." she stepped out, Ron followed.

Ginny stepped out of the shower, and found Harry waiting for her, sleeping on the couch. She got dressed, and walked over to him, "Harry wake up, you can sleep with me, I swear I won't puke."

"What? Ok." he got up, and walked over to the bed, and laid down, " good night Gin I love you."

"Love you more." she said and kissed him.

Sorry I haven't written lately I've been really busy with school Hope you like it Peace out Sammy M Potter