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Chapter 3: Night On The Town.
Ron's P.O.V:
I checked my watch. It was ten o'clock
"Hermione, should be here by now." I said, to Harry. We were sitting at the bar. I was waiting for Hermione, Harry was flirting with the bartender, this pretty blonde girl.
"Can I get another beer?" I asked. The girl nodded.
"Maybe she's not coming, I was pretty surprised when you said she wanted to come. And you know how she is, not really the party type."
"But after how she acted today, you never know." I said, the bartender came with my drink, but she left again because some guy called her away.
"Whoa, look at that." Harry said, nodding to something behind me. I looked back and saw this extremely beautiful girl. She was blonde, and she was wearing this very tight pants and a halter. She was looking around as if looking for someone.
"Look over here," Harry said softly. And like she had heard him she looked in our direction and smiled. She headed over to us and sat next to me.
"Can I have a beer?" the girl asked the bartender who had just told Harry her name was, Sam. Sam nodded.
Wait a minute that sounds like Hermione but it can't be, Hermione isn't blonde. Sam brought back the beer.
"Hi." she said, smiling.
"Hi," I said nodding. I checked my watch.
Hermione's late.
"Waiting on someone?" the girl said, still smiling.
"Yeah my girlfriend."
The girl smiled wider.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Nothing." she said, giggling.
Sam had left again, so Harry leaned back so he could see her and asked, "So, you got a name?"
"Yeah.
"Which is…?" Harry said.
"Granger." the girl said, sticking out her hand for Harry to shake. Harry took it. I took another swig.
"Hermione Granger." she said with a wide grin. I spat out my beer.
"What?!" I choked. Harry didn't say anything, maybe because he was watching Sam.
"Hermione you're… you're --"
"You're hot." Harry said leaning back again and cutting me off. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Thank you, for that assessment, Harry." she said with a little snap in her voice. "Well…, aren't you going to ask me to dance?"
"I'm not in the mood." I lied. It's just that Hermione doesn't really dance well.
Ron, don't lie.
Ok, she can't dance.
"Ok, Harry?"
"Nope, I'm drinking." Harry said, lifting his drink as proof.
"No, you're trying to get that bartender to talk to you." Hermione countered.
"Well, for me to get beers i have to talk to her." Harry said, grinning.
"Well, good luck." Hermione said, patting his shoulder. "Well, I'm going to go dancing by myself, see you later."
Hermione headed off to the dance floor. Sam was back.
"Friend?" she said, leaning on the bar.
"Yeah, our best friend, his girlfriend."
"I see." Sam said.
I turned to watch Hermione at first she was dancing by herself really well, and I guess someone thought the same thing as me, because some guy came up to her and they began to dance, together.
Ok she is dancing really well and he looks a bit fresh.
Ok, he is touching her and I don't mean just touching I mean touching her. Hermione looked at me and mouthed "don't do anything."
I stared at her.
I can't believe her.
I continued to watch them. And then Hermione socked him one good one in his left eye and I think she told to buzz off, well that's the nicest way I could tell you. But he didn't leave. Well after that Hermione kicked him in his - well, that took care of him. Hermione came over and began to laugh.
"That was fun." she said, "oh, can I have another beer."
Sam, who was laughing at what had just happened and what Harry had said after that, nodded.
"Interesting technique." Harry said.
"Thanks." Hermione said giggling.
"Do you want to dance?" I asked.
"Oh, so you're in the mood now." Hermione said. I braced myself. "Ok, wait until I'm finished with my drink."
Surprising, usually she'd be snappy. Sam came back. Hermione finished her beer in about two seconds, I'm serious.
"Come on." Hermione said, pulling me to my feet. We began to dance.
Three o'clock.
"Come on, Hermione let's go." I said, trying to pull Hermione off the dance floor.
"Why? It's early." she whined, pulling against me.
I checked my watch, I had to look at it for a couple of seconds to understand what it was saying. I was a little drunk. Hermione was drunk. And Harry was sober - as sober as any one who had 20 beers, seven tequila shots, one shot of vodka and two glasses of rum can be. In other words, he was stoned.
"It's three in the morning." I said pulling harder.
"Right, three in the morning is early the sun hasn't risen and set yet."
At least she can still reason, even if it's not that good.
"We are leaving and that's final." I said. God, I sound just like her.
"Spoil-sport." Hermione said, screwing up her face and sticking her tongue out at me, but she followed me any way. We went over to the bar, where Harry who, surprisingly was not passed out, was smiling widely at no one in particular. I don't think he even realized that Sam was standing in front of him, maybe he did, because he was making little gurgling noises like if he was trying to talk, but couldn't remember how. Hermione burst out giggling.
"I think you better take them home." Sam said, pulling the beer bottle from Harry's hand.
"Yeah me too." I said, rubbing my neck. "Come on Hermione help me with Harry."
Not that Hermione's any better but she's a whole lot better than Harry. Hermione giggled as she helped Harry to his feet.
"I'll drop by tomorrow- oops, I mean later, to see how he's doing." Sam said coming around the bar to help. Hermione burst out laughing.
"How did you get our address?" I said.
"Harry gave it to me,… before he was washed out."
"Oh, right thanks."
"Bye, Harry." Sam said, shaking at him. Harry gurgled something thing that sounded like 'Bye Sam."
Sam smiled and Hermione burst out laughing again. We left, all three of us drunk, swaying like if we were listening to music. We got out-side, with a little difficulty but, we managed.
"Hermione, where's your car?" I asked.
"Behind the next block." Hermione said.
"Which block?" I asked kind of impatiently.
"Right there." she said, pointing to her car which was next to a battered up white one.
"But it's right there." I said slowly.
"Yeah, that thing um, a something-"
"That car?" I suggested.
"Right that c- thing is p-park at one block, and mine I-is p-parked at the next." Hermione struggled. I think the alcohol is getting to her. The white car was parked behind a block and her was parked behind the one next to it. So in her weird way she was right. We got in the car and left.
Couple minutes later."
"R-Ron?" Hermione asked from next to me. Harry was passed out in the back seat.
"Yes?"
"Are we moving?"
"Yes."
"Doesn't feel like it."
"Well, I am."
"What are we driving at?"
"95."
"No wonder. Drive faster."
"What?"
"Faster."
I really am not into the fighting mode. Because my head is starting to pound and two if I don't listen she'll take away the keys. And then I'd have to Apparate. And whenever I'm drunk how ever slightly I get a little lost on the Apparation bit. I sped up.
Hermione sighed, "faster."
I sped up some more.
"Oh my goodness, are you deaf, I said faster." Hermione said very loudly. But I think (if I'm thinking right) that she didn't actually said it that loud. But it sounded like that. Anyway, I sped up.
"What are we driving at, now?" Hermione said looking down a the wheels.
"120."
"Finally a reasonable speed."
"REASONABLE?! THIS is REASONABLE?!" I shouted, but I regretted it. It hurt my head.
"Stop screaming at me." Hermione hissed, rubbing her temple.
Wheeeeeeeee-whheeeeeeeeeeeee! Uh-oh. I rubbed my temple.
"Don't stop." Hermione said.
"What are you, drunk- oh wait, yes you are."
"I am not drunk! Ok?!" Hermione said hotly.
Wheeeeeeeee-whheeeeeeeeeeeee!
"I'm pulling over. Ok?" I said slowing down. Hermione folded her arms and stared out her window. I stopped.
The um pe- no, please- no wait, pot- no that's not it either.
"What are they?" I asked.
"Po- po-policemen." a voice croaked. It turned out to be Harry who had woken up from the noise. Right, the policemen stopped behind us and got out.
"Good morning. What are three young people like your selves doing out at this time of morning?" the policeman asked. Hermione giggled. She is so going to ruin it.
"Well, I should be saying the same thing to you." Hermione said seductively. "Don't you have a wife to be home with."
"No, but that's not the issue."
"Girlfriend?"
"No, but miss."
"Its Hermione." she said getting out of the car. (very well actually.)
"Well H-Hermione." the policeman said stepping back.
"Well, a fine young man like your self shouldn't be up at this time, unless-"
"Miss."
"And a fine young man like your self should have a girlfriend."
"Miss."
"What's with all this 'miss' stuff I told you it was Hermione." Hermione said, stepping closer and brushing his shirt. Hermione frowned. "Your shirt is dirty."
"Really?"
"Yes. You know what, give it to me and your pants."
The policeman stupidly took them off.
"I know something that will make it disappear."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"This, Obliviate." Hermione said. The policeman's eyes crossed.
"What am I doing here?" he asked. Hermione put an innocent look on her face.
"I don't know." Hermione said slurring. If the policeman was in any fit state he would have realized Hermione was drunk. She got back in the car.
"Have a nice morning." Hermione said giggling. The policeman chuckled.
"You too, drive safely now."
"Oh we will." Hermione said suppressing her giggles because I had poked her in the side. We drove off, and left the policeman standing on the sidewalk… in his briefs which just happen to be bright light blue, and it had red stars on it and a white waistband. As we drove away, Harry shouted, "BRITAIN, ALL THE WAY."
"Don't scream. Geez." Hermione muttered. But then she burst out laughing. Hermione laughed all the way home.
"We're home." I muttered.
"Oooh goody, now we can stay up late and talk."
I shook my head and got to help Harry.
Hermione got out and unlocked the front door and went inside. She left me to heave Harry into the house and up the stairs. I left Harry to some how pull off his shoes.
I was going to my room when I saw Hermione.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To sleep." I said rolling my eyes.
"No, we are going to talk." Hermione said with her hands on hips. Is it me or have they widened out since yesterday. I rolled my eyes again but Hermione grabbed me.
"Come on." she said, dragging me to her room. She pushed me into a chair and sat on the bed.
"What are we going to talk about?" I asked.
"Well, us."
I nodded.
"I'll start." Hermione said patting the bed next to her. I reluctantly came over and sat down. What I really want to do is sleep because this slight headache is getting worse.
Hermione stared at me for a little while and then a smile began to form on her face. And then she started kissing me.Ok maybe sleep can wait.
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