A/N- Coming soon are more Sevvie and Ally, more of Cissa's plan, and Lucius
and Cho. Also some Percy and Penny I think, and probably some Fred and
George and their group. And of course, Harry and Ginny. R/R!
"Are we there yet?" Sirius asked as he, Remmie, Parvati, and Cissa continued making their way down to the kitchens. Parvati, Remmie, and Cissa rolled their eyes. "No Sirius, we're not there yet," Remmie said, amazed that he had the patience to put up with that question, considering it was the eighth time Sirius had asked it.
Sirius frowned, although Remmie didn't see it, because Sirius was still on his back. A minute later, Sirius asked again, "Are we there yet?" Cissa shot him a death glare, but didn't say anything. "No Sirius, we're not there yet," Remmie said again, sighing at how annoying Sirius could be, especially when he was drunk.
They only had two corridors left until they got to the kitchens when Sirius pushed his luck yet again. "Are we there yet?" he asked again, hopefully. Remmie was about to answer him for the tenth time when Cissa interrupted.
"No Sirius, we're not there yet," she said angrily, "Do you want to know *why* we're not there yet? Because you're so smashed that Lupin has to piggyback you down to the kitchens. That's why. This is all your fault for making us play I Never."
"My fault?" Sirius asked, annoyed, "How is it *my* fault?" Remmie and Parvati decided to keep their mouths shut on this one. Cissa sighed with aggravation. "Sirius, I just told you that. If you can't remember what I said two seconds ago, then we definitely need to borrow a Sobering Potion while we're in Snape's office. In fact, we need to do that anyway."
Cissa just continued glaring up at Sirius, who glared down at her. They were still glaring at each other when they arrived in front of the entrance to the kitchens. Neither Cissa nor Sirius noticed. "Guys, we're there in case you were wondering," Parvati said, laughing.
They both stopped glaring and looked. Naturally, Parvati was telling the truth, because the fruit painting was right in front of them. "OOH! Can I tickle the fruit?" Sirius asked, sniggering uncontrollably again.
"No comment," Parvati said, laughing. Cissa just rolled her eyes. "Whatever you want, Sirius, but you better make it quick because I think Cissa is going to lose her cool n about five seconds," Remmie said, walking over to the portrait so that Sirius could tickle it.
"I can't reach!" Sirius said, realizing that he wasn't close enough, because Lupin was in between them. Lupin very sensibly tried to turn around and bend down a little bit so that Sirius would be able to reach better. Unfortunately, they both fell to the floor.
"Sirius, would you mind getting off?" Remmie asked from his spot on the floor under Sirius. Sniggering, Sirius stood up, with a little help from Parvati and Cissa. Remmie stood up after him, shaking his head. Then Sirius tickled the pear, and the picture swung open.
They walked into the kitchen, with Sirius supported by Lupin and Cissa, and Parvati walking next to Lupin. Immediately, a dozen house-elves hurried over to them, Dobby at the front. "How is we helping you today, misters and misses?" Dobby asked, smiling up at them with his huge tennis ball eyes.
"We'd like two bottles of Firewhiskey, please," Sirius said, slightly slurred. Two house-elves were about to run off and get them when Lupin stopped them. "Thanks, but we will *not* be needing any Firewhiskey tonight," he said, looking pointedly at Sirius, who sulked.
"That's right," Cissa said coolly, "But we will be needing a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes." Dobby smiled up at her, clearly not recognizing her as his old family. "Coming right up," he said, and he personally went off and got what she had asked for.
"Thanks," Parvati said when Cissa took the bottle and the two glasses and didn't say anything. They were just about to walk out of the portrait when Cissa turned back to look at Dobby. "Wait a minute," she said, staring at him, "do I know you from somewhere?"
Dobby blinked at her, thinking. Cissa was thinking too. Suddenly it dawned on her where she knew the house-elf from. "You're that house-elf who used to work for my family! Ugh, what are *you* doing here?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
Dobby rolled his eyes. "I is working here! You should be knowing that! After all, old Master came down here earlier to get some ice cream and stuff. Wasn't it for you and him?" he asked curiously.
Cissa shook her head, eyes flashing. The ice cream, of course, had been for Truth or Dare, and that was still a sensitive topic to her. "You mean you is not his date?" Dobby asked inquiringly, still staring up at her.
Again Cissa shook her head angrily. "Odd," Dobby commented, "old Master didn't seem very upset about this." Remmie and Parvati drew in their breath, thinking that Cissa was sure to just explode at that. Sirius just sniggered.
"Thank you so much for your help, Lobby," Cissa said sarcastically. Dobby nodded, not quite catching the sarcasm. Then Cissa turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. Remmie and Parvati followed, helping Sirius.
"I hate house-elves," Cissa said, now walking a little slower so that she wouldn't drop the champagne and glasses, "They're stupid creatures, really. They don't know anything."
No one commented on that. They didn't want to argue with Cissa when she was this annoyed. It could lead to loss of limbs. "So now are we going to Snape's office?" Parvati asked as they continued to walk down the corridor.
Cissa nodded. "Mmm-hmm. We have to get what I need for my plan, and we also have to get Sirius a Sobering Potion. The sooner we do that, the better. Let's go," she said, walking faster again, and leaving the others struggling to keep up.
* * * *
"This is going to be so cool!" Pansy exclaimed to Draco as they made some finishing touches arranging Hermione and Ron in a way that was sure to make them scream. Draco nodded, already smirking. "I can't believe we're going to pull this off," he said, "for once, Gryffindor's resident know-it- all was caught off her guard."
Pansy smiled. "It makes a nice change," she said, sniggering, "I can't wait until they wake up. I'd pay five galleons just to see their faces. How long is it until they wake up, anyway?"
Draco pointed to the clock next to Ron's bed, and they both saw that they only had five minutes more to wait. They sat there eagerly for four minutes. Then they started counting down until the time when Ron and Hermione would wake up.
Finally, they reached one, and then zero. Draco and Pansy knelt down on the side of Harry's bed not next to Ron's, to watch the show. Then, true to form, both Hermione and Ron started to stir.
"Just a few more minutes!" Ron said sleepily, blinking, and then burying his head in his pillow. Hermione opened her eyes sleepily and yawned. "This is really comfortable," she said softly, groping around for her copy of Hogwarts, A History. She always kept it on her bedside table, and she always read a chapter of it when she woke up.
Instead of feeling the thick, heavy book, she felt soft, slightly curly red hair. "Crookshanks?" she asked fuzzily, causing Draco and Pansy to have to stifle their laughter in Harry's pillows, "Is that you? How are you, kitty?"
Eyes still half-closed, she began cuddling Ron's head, thinking that it was Crookshanks. Suddenly, Ron's voiced, muffled by the pillow, yelled, "Harry, Seamus, Dean, Neville, which one of you is molesting my head?!"
"RON?" Hermione gasped, sitting straight up in his bed. Ron unburied his face from the pillow, and sat up too. "HERMIONE?" he choked out, looking from her face to his bed and back. (They were both way too preoccupied with the situation at hand to notice Draco and Pansy for quite a while).
"RON! Why the bloody hell am I in your bed?" she demanded of him, blinking like crazy as if to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Ron looked at her, bewildered, but he didn't look as worried and upset as she did. "I'd kind of like to know that too," he said in confusion, "And while we're at it, why were you molesting my head?"
Hermione glared at him, as if she could not believe he would say something like that. "RON WEASLEY!" she exclaimed angrily, "Don't try to tell me that you don't know how we got here! You know as well as I do you must have tricked me into this! And you had just better remember whether or not anything happened!"
Ron couldn't help laughing, both at the look on Hermione's face, and at what she said. "I don't know!" he said innocently, still completely puzzled. Hermione glowered at him. "RON! I want an explanation, and I want it now! For all I know, we could have just shagged! How do you know we didn't!? Ron Weasley, if you shagged me and you know about it, you tell me right now!"
Ron looked at her, still baffled. "I don't know, Mione, honest!" he said, hoping she would believe him. He was telling the truth after all, but he knew that once Hermione got an idea in her head, it was pretty hard to get it out of her head. She could be very stubborn like that.
"Don't you 'I don't know, Mione' me! Why else would we be in your bed? Isn't there some way to find out for sure?" she asked in a panicky voice. Ron thought for a second. "Hermione, calm down," he said.
He almost laughed, but he managed to refrain from it, and then he continued, "We're both completely dressed, okay? And I don't feel any different, do you? Trust me, you'd know if we had shagged."
This seemed to calm Hermione down a little bit, because she obviously felt normal. But then she realized exactly what Ron had just said. "Wait! RON! How do you know how we would feel different?" she asked, distressed all over again.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione," he said sensibly, "I've got five older brothers. I know things." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm herself down as much as she could. "Okay," she said evenly, but still breathing a little heavily from being so upset, "Do you remember the last thing we did before we fell asleep?"
Ron thought as hard as he could. He really wanted to answer the question, because he knew if he could remember, Hermione would be less likely to murder him for no good reason. "Er," he said, not getting very far, "We were really bored, I think. And then something about Charms?"
All of a sudden, Hermione gasped, and looked around the room. Her eyes quickly fell on Draco and Pansy, whose heads were just visible over the side of Harry's bed. "MALFOY!" Hermione yelled furiously, "PANSY!" Ron looked over at them too, and at the same time, they figured out exactly what had happened.
Too stunned to move, they sat there under the covers while Draco and Pansy came out from their hiding spot, smirking. "Have a good time?" Draco drawled, sniggering at the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces. Neither Ron nor Hermione could find words bad enough to retort, so they just sat there glaring at him.
Out of nowhere, the doorknob to the room started to turn. "Quick! Hide!" Hermione whispered anxiously. She and Ron both slid all the way under the covers of Ron's bed, pulling them over their heads. Draco and Pansy ran to the closet and got out of sight inside it. They all disappeared from view just in time before the door opened.
"Are we there yet?" Sirius asked as he, Remmie, Parvati, and Cissa continued making their way down to the kitchens. Parvati, Remmie, and Cissa rolled their eyes. "No Sirius, we're not there yet," Remmie said, amazed that he had the patience to put up with that question, considering it was the eighth time Sirius had asked it.
Sirius frowned, although Remmie didn't see it, because Sirius was still on his back. A minute later, Sirius asked again, "Are we there yet?" Cissa shot him a death glare, but didn't say anything. "No Sirius, we're not there yet," Remmie said again, sighing at how annoying Sirius could be, especially when he was drunk.
They only had two corridors left until they got to the kitchens when Sirius pushed his luck yet again. "Are we there yet?" he asked again, hopefully. Remmie was about to answer him for the tenth time when Cissa interrupted.
"No Sirius, we're not there yet," she said angrily, "Do you want to know *why* we're not there yet? Because you're so smashed that Lupin has to piggyback you down to the kitchens. That's why. This is all your fault for making us play I Never."
"My fault?" Sirius asked, annoyed, "How is it *my* fault?" Remmie and Parvati decided to keep their mouths shut on this one. Cissa sighed with aggravation. "Sirius, I just told you that. If you can't remember what I said two seconds ago, then we definitely need to borrow a Sobering Potion while we're in Snape's office. In fact, we need to do that anyway."
Cissa just continued glaring up at Sirius, who glared down at her. They were still glaring at each other when they arrived in front of the entrance to the kitchens. Neither Cissa nor Sirius noticed. "Guys, we're there in case you were wondering," Parvati said, laughing.
They both stopped glaring and looked. Naturally, Parvati was telling the truth, because the fruit painting was right in front of them. "OOH! Can I tickle the fruit?" Sirius asked, sniggering uncontrollably again.
"No comment," Parvati said, laughing. Cissa just rolled her eyes. "Whatever you want, Sirius, but you better make it quick because I think Cissa is going to lose her cool n about five seconds," Remmie said, walking over to the portrait so that Sirius could tickle it.
"I can't reach!" Sirius said, realizing that he wasn't close enough, because Lupin was in between them. Lupin very sensibly tried to turn around and bend down a little bit so that Sirius would be able to reach better. Unfortunately, they both fell to the floor.
"Sirius, would you mind getting off?" Remmie asked from his spot on the floor under Sirius. Sniggering, Sirius stood up, with a little help from Parvati and Cissa. Remmie stood up after him, shaking his head. Then Sirius tickled the pear, and the picture swung open.
They walked into the kitchen, with Sirius supported by Lupin and Cissa, and Parvati walking next to Lupin. Immediately, a dozen house-elves hurried over to them, Dobby at the front. "How is we helping you today, misters and misses?" Dobby asked, smiling up at them with his huge tennis ball eyes.
"We'd like two bottles of Firewhiskey, please," Sirius said, slightly slurred. Two house-elves were about to run off and get them when Lupin stopped them. "Thanks, but we will *not* be needing any Firewhiskey tonight," he said, looking pointedly at Sirius, who sulked.
"That's right," Cissa said coolly, "But we will be needing a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes." Dobby smiled up at her, clearly not recognizing her as his old family. "Coming right up," he said, and he personally went off and got what she had asked for.
"Thanks," Parvati said when Cissa took the bottle and the two glasses and didn't say anything. They were just about to walk out of the portrait when Cissa turned back to look at Dobby. "Wait a minute," she said, staring at him, "do I know you from somewhere?"
Dobby blinked at her, thinking. Cissa was thinking too. Suddenly it dawned on her where she knew the house-elf from. "You're that house-elf who used to work for my family! Ugh, what are *you* doing here?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
Dobby rolled his eyes. "I is working here! You should be knowing that! After all, old Master came down here earlier to get some ice cream and stuff. Wasn't it for you and him?" he asked curiously.
Cissa shook her head, eyes flashing. The ice cream, of course, had been for Truth or Dare, and that was still a sensitive topic to her. "You mean you is not his date?" Dobby asked inquiringly, still staring up at her.
Again Cissa shook her head angrily. "Odd," Dobby commented, "old Master didn't seem very upset about this." Remmie and Parvati drew in their breath, thinking that Cissa was sure to just explode at that. Sirius just sniggered.
"Thank you so much for your help, Lobby," Cissa said sarcastically. Dobby nodded, not quite catching the sarcasm. Then Cissa turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. Remmie and Parvati followed, helping Sirius.
"I hate house-elves," Cissa said, now walking a little slower so that she wouldn't drop the champagne and glasses, "They're stupid creatures, really. They don't know anything."
No one commented on that. They didn't want to argue with Cissa when she was this annoyed. It could lead to loss of limbs. "So now are we going to Snape's office?" Parvati asked as they continued to walk down the corridor.
Cissa nodded. "Mmm-hmm. We have to get what I need for my plan, and we also have to get Sirius a Sobering Potion. The sooner we do that, the better. Let's go," she said, walking faster again, and leaving the others struggling to keep up.
* * * *
"This is going to be so cool!" Pansy exclaimed to Draco as they made some finishing touches arranging Hermione and Ron in a way that was sure to make them scream. Draco nodded, already smirking. "I can't believe we're going to pull this off," he said, "for once, Gryffindor's resident know-it- all was caught off her guard."
Pansy smiled. "It makes a nice change," she said, sniggering, "I can't wait until they wake up. I'd pay five galleons just to see their faces. How long is it until they wake up, anyway?"
Draco pointed to the clock next to Ron's bed, and they both saw that they only had five minutes more to wait. They sat there eagerly for four minutes. Then they started counting down until the time when Ron and Hermione would wake up.
Finally, they reached one, and then zero. Draco and Pansy knelt down on the side of Harry's bed not next to Ron's, to watch the show. Then, true to form, both Hermione and Ron started to stir.
"Just a few more minutes!" Ron said sleepily, blinking, and then burying his head in his pillow. Hermione opened her eyes sleepily and yawned. "This is really comfortable," she said softly, groping around for her copy of Hogwarts, A History. She always kept it on her bedside table, and she always read a chapter of it when she woke up.
Instead of feeling the thick, heavy book, she felt soft, slightly curly red hair. "Crookshanks?" she asked fuzzily, causing Draco and Pansy to have to stifle their laughter in Harry's pillows, "Is that you? How are you, kitty?"
Eyes still half-closed, she began cuddling Ron's head, thinking that it was Crookshanks. Suddenly, Ron's voiced, muffled by the pillow, yelled, "Harry, Seamus, Dean, Neville, which one of you is molesting my head?!"
"RON?" Hermione gasped, sitting straight up in his bed. Ron unburied his face from the pillow, and sat up too. "HERMIONE?" he choked out, looking from her face to his bed and back. (They were both way too preoccupied with the situation at hand to notice Draco and Pansy for quite a while).
"RON! Why the bloody hell am I in your bed?" she demanded of him, blinking like crazy as if to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Ron looked at her, bewildered, but he didn't look as worried and upset as she did. "I'd kind of like to know that too," he said in confusion, "And while we're at it, why were you molesting my head?"
Hermione glared at him, as if she could not believe he would say something like that. "RON WEASLEY!" she exclaimed angrily, "Don't try to tell me that you don't know how we got here! You know as well as I do you must have tricked me into this! And you had just better remember whether or not anything happened!"
Ron couldn't help laughing, both at the look on Hermione's face, and at what she said. "I don't know!" he said innocently, still completely puzzled. Hermione glowered at him. "RON! I want an explanation, and I want it now! For all I know, we could have just shagged! How do you know we didn't!? Ron Weasley, if you shagged me and you know about it, you tell me right now!"
Ron looked at her, still baffled. "I don't know, Mione, honest!" he said, hoping she would believe him. He was telling the truth after all, but he knew that once Hermione got an idea in her head, it was pretty hard to get it out of her head. She could be very stubborn like that.
"Don't you 'I don't know, Mione' me! Why else would we be in your bed? Isn't there some way to find out for sure?" she asked in a panicky voice. Ron thought for a second. "Hermione, calm down," he said.
He almost laughed, but he managed to refrain from it, and then he continued, "We're both completely dressed, okay? And I don't feel any different, do you? Trust me, you'd know if we had shagged."
This seemed to calm Hermione down a little bit, because she obviously felt normal. But then she realized exactly what Ron had just said. "Wait! RON! How do you know how we would feel different?" she asked, distressed all over again.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione," he said sensibly, "I've got five older brothers. I know things." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm herself down as much as she could. "Okay," she said evenly, but still breathing a little heavily from being so upset, "Do you remember the last thing we did before we fell asleep?"
Ron thought as hard as he could. He really wanted to answer the question, because he knew if he could remember, Hermione would be less likely to murder him for no good reason. "Er," he said, not getting very far, "We were really bored, I think. And then something about Charms?"
All of a sudden, Hermione gasped, and looked around the room. Her eyes quickly fell on Draco and Pansy, whose heads were just visible over the side of Harry's bed. "MALFOY!" Hermione yelled furiously, "PANSY!" Ron looked over at them too, and at the same time, they figured out exactly what had happened.
Too stunned to move, they sat there under the covers while Draco and Pansy came out from their hiding spot, smirking. "Have a good time?" Draco drawled, sniggering at the looks on Ron and Hermione's faces. Neither Ron nor Hermione could find words bad enough to retort, so they just sat there glaring at him.
Out of nowhere, the doorknob to the room started to turn. "Quick! Hide!" Hermione whispered anxiously. She and Ron both slid all the way under the covers of Ron's bed, pulling them over their heads. Draco and Pansy ran to the closet and got out of sight inside it. They all disappeared from view just in time before the door opened.
