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A/N: MORE STORY! This is a shout out to my peeps--"AHHH THIS IS ME SHOUTING!" this chap will be fun.
Chapter 19: A Hogsmeade Christmas Eve
Hermione explained herself a few moments after Snape left our sight, "Draco was talking with his buddies. I heard him saying something about a new plan to beat the Gryffindors next time they played against each other in Quiddich. The started to mumble the spell, holding my wand by my side, and Draco started to drink his punch. I don't know if the spell worked, but there is some great news...Supposedly Draco snuck in some whiskey today, but didn't bring it to the Ball. If we could only find out if it were true. Anyway, I think he'll get in big trouble for this.. Maranda, thank you so much for stalling the professors. I didn't realize it would take so long."
"It's fine," I smartly answered, "I got a workout running back and forth like that."
Seamus asked me to dance with him once, so I decided to do so. Afterwards, we joined the group again and I met Harry's date, Julie Westfield. She seemed pretty nice when I met her. Kind of quiet, like how I used to be, and a little shy. I swear she took over my personality from early last year.
With no warning, Draco came over to our group, sloppy in his walking. Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the site, and Harry covered his mouth so no one could see his silent laughter.
"Stupid, stupid Gryffindorks! You-ooo" He was clearly drunk, "Yoooo are soo stuh-ped. I wah-nah kick all 'yer...all 'yer arses-es..Ughh.." Pointing at me, Draco mumbled some words that no one understood, and then Hermione gasped.
My mind started to play tricks on me. Hermione came to my side and asked if I was alright. Draco collapsed on the floor, and Lockhart ran over to us. Hermione advised for me not to talk. My sight blurred a bit and then I snapped back to reality. Lockhart retrieved Dumbledore, who brought Draco to the Hospital Wing.
"Why'd you ask if I was alright, 'Mione?" My head buzzed a bit.
She replied quietly, "Draco, I am ninety-percent sure, put a drunken spell on you. There can't be a way unless he really knew how to use magic without his wand. I kind of don't doubt it since his father knows how to use magic without his wand."
"I feel fine and dandy, so don't worry." Of course I didn't really feel fine, but I didn't want to worry Hermione. If I was drunk like last year, I would make sure not to end up falling over a balcony.
Of course, I did end up walking out there. I sat on a bench and watched the snow softly drop from the black night sky. My vision became a little more blurred, and I decided not to move. How did Draco know I spiked his drinks when first of all, I didn't do it, and second of all, I didn't do it?
I like cheese...
My thoughts are turning into those of a five-year-old. Maybe I am getting drunk without drinking. A drinkless drunk..A drunken drinkless drunk..Hahahahaha..
"Miss Maguire," Snape's voice held a hint of a whine to it, "Why must you always be involved in some kind of trouble? What are you doing outside? Do you have anything to do with Draco's drunkeness?"
I pretended to chew on something for my own amusement.
"What are you eating while I'm trying to talk to you?" Snape inched closer to me.
My mind raced and stopped, raced and stopped. I was now unable to talk or think correctly, "I'm eatin' cheese..Want some?"
"Oh no..Miss Maguire are you drunk? Please tell me no, so we don't have an even bigger problem to figure out."
"I no drunkin'...Prff...Prff'ssor..I think...you-oo look.. p..perty l-l-like snow-fla...snow-flakies..You-oo 'ave perty sss...s..eyes. Perty!" I felt myself fall to the ground, back on the freshly fallen snow.
Snape cursed under his breath, "Not again.." He tried to help me up, but I stayed on the ground.
Then I started to sing...
The weather outside is..frigh...fri...scary-ee
and the anima-als are hairy-ee
and goats...goats look like..goats..
Let it snow, let it snow, let it sno-oh-oh-oh!
"Miss Maguire, you are very strange when drunk. C'mon.." He helped me stand up, even though I wobbled a lot, "I'm going to bring you to the Hospital Wing."
I struggled to take a step forward, and almost fell over, "Hoh-spee...wing?"
"Dear Merlin, you are completely out of it." Snape was about to pick me up and carry me to the Hospital Wing when a sudden rush of relief came over me.
"Professor," I said calmly and soberly, "That was the strangest thing ever."
"You're sober?" Snape questioned.
"Yeah..I'm pretty sure I am. I was put under a spell to be drunk when I had no drinks to get drunk in the first place. I was a drinkless drunk.." My comment put a half smile on my face, but Snape didn't find it amusing.
"Who cursed you?"
I thought hard, and realized there was no way I could get in trouble this time, "Draco did, Professor. Even ask Hermione, and everyone else who was around us. Draco pointed his finger at me, mumbled some words, and caused me to become temporarily intoxicated. He was drunk, himself, so I think he was a little confused on who he was cursing."
"Come with me, we are going to the Hospital Wing to interrogate Mister Malfoy. There is no reason why he should try and punish you in an immature way just because he, himself, was immature, and imbibed alchohol." Snape and I started to walk through the Great Hall, and I caught Hermione's eye, but she could tell, hopefully, that I was no longer 'drunk.'
"Insolent fool," Snape talked while we walked to the Hospital Wing, "I'm not even bothering with truth serum on either of you this time. Plainly and clearly he was trying to start with you again. I swear, between the both of you, if things got worse, you both would probably end the world together with your fights. Do you know what happened at all?"
We entered the Hospital Wing and I answered without stuttering, "Someone told me that Draco supposedly had alchohol in his possession today, but I'm not sure. All I know is that I had nothing to do with his drunkeness."
"You couldn't have had any part in it anyways, you were busy talking my ear off." Snape's blunt response made me a little shocked.
At least I wasn't going to get in trouble for the spell. Even if Snape gave me a truth serum, I would still say I didn't make Draco get drunk because it technically wasn't me..It was 'Mione. If I decided to tell on 'Mione, which I wouldn't, no one would believe me because she is such a goody-goody. Well, she was until she got involved with my schemes.
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Snape ended up giving Draco a month of detentions, and took thirty points from Slytherin, leaving Gryffindors in first place. How awesome is that? Ferret Boy tried to pin the blame on me, but Snape wouldn't stop yelling, so Draco had no chance to speak. Now that is what I call a perfect ending to a drunken night.
Today was Christmas Eve, and students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade if they wanted to. Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, Neville, and I decided to go, but only for a few hours. When we arrived, it started to lightly snow again. My hair was down, so I put a knit cap on to keep me warm. Hermione and I decided to go shopping together for the guys. The only problem was, we couldn't decide where to go. So we started to go in every store, with the exception of the candy store. We were saving that for last so we could treat ourselves.
"Look, Manic-Mara, it's the Father of The Ferret." Hermione whispered to me in a book store.
I peeked through the shelf and saw Lucius Malfoy walking around, glancing here and there at some spell books.
"You don't think Draco told him about thinking I made him drunk, do you?" Asking this question to Hermione only caused her to shrug.
Finally, she replied, "I hope not. Then we'd be caught for sure. Lucius is not stupid. He'd know if we were lying or not. C'mon," She tugged on my sweater, "Let's move before he sees us spying on him. Although, an investigation of him wouldn't be too bad. I want to know what he's doing in here."
"Ok Sherlock Holmes," I stood up straight, "I'll be your sidekick and we can investigate. Besides, this could be fun."
Nodding, 'Mione walked in front of me and I followed. We walked unnoticably to the spell books when Lucius wasn't looking, and we hid behind a shelf of books. However, we still acted casual. ...And then I saw it, a book that Lucius held in his hands as he turned the corner to come face to face with us...
Trick Spells To Give Them Hell by Karl Beuvo
That was the book Hermione owned, which I found the spiked drink spell in.
"Miss Granger, Miss Maguire! How pleasing to see you on a day like this! Are you Christmas shopping?" Lucius' happy tone immediately made him suspicious. Either that or I was really into this detective business.
"We are," Hermione cheerfully admitted, "and I see you are too. Is that trick spell book for Draco?"
Lucius' face turned sour, and he tried to act surprised at the book he was holding, "Oh this book? No, it's actually for me. I'm investigating something important, and want to get to the bottom of my situation."
"Isn't that a coincidence?" I playfully stated, "I guess we're all investigators here. Hermione and I are also trying to figure something out. Although, your situation is probably much bigger than ours."
"Well, if you are either completely stupid, or just a tad bit drunk, my problem might be complex. Yet, as neither of you are stupid or alchoholics, I think you beat me by far." Lucius knew..Why else would he use those words of intoxication at Hermione and I?
"Well, I'm off to pay for this. Have a Happy Christmas girls." Lucius turned the corner again.
Hermione and I took the opportunity to leave the bookstore before anything worse happened...
Except...it got worse...