A.N- This chapter is strange. I'm going to warn you ahead of time, so don't complain that I didn't. Don't mind myself. But all of you Draco/Hermione shippers are going to LOVE this. Yes people, I did say LOVE. Or not. That's your choice. Just review regardless (please).
CHAPTER SIXTEEN-GOOD BOOZE AND THOSE WHO HAVE TOO MUCH OF IT (yeah it's a mouthful!)That day, there was utter chaos at Hogwarts. Many were crying, and almost all were scared. It was a prominent idea that Voldemort had killed him, or sent someone or something to kill him. No one knew that it was his bastard of a brother. No one but me.
I don't exactly know what McGonagall told the students, or the exact reaction. I wasn't there for any of that. I was at a celebration party with all of the Death Eaters. It was the only time I ever saw anyone of them cheer, or show emotion. The Dark Lord wasn't there. It was a party, and parties were no place for one so bleak. Wormtail went with him - thank God, because the sight of that pitiful creature makes me want to puke.
I sat in a corner the entire time with a bottle of Firewhiskey. I had to pretend that I was happy. I complained of a bad stomachache from so much booze. "Shame," said some, before returning to the good drinks and food, and the dancers. These people sure knew how to celebrate, though what they were celebrating I couldn't very much relate to.
And then I saw something. My glass was empty! Well I guess that I'll have to re-fill it up. It wasn't so bad. In fact, it was quite good. "Bartender," I said to the guy behind – or rather in front – of the bar, "Firewhiskey."
He slid me a cup of the stuff. It had smoke billowing out of the cup. "Thanks," I murmured, before taking a sip of the flaming-hot liquor. And then I gulped it down, slamming the shot-glass on the table. "One more," I told the guy, now sitting on a stool in front of him.
He gave me a look, but went on pouring another glass of Firewhiskey. He slid me my third drink. I gulped it down fast, and at that second, my vision got fuzzy; though a second later it got normal.
I was suddenly happy, as if I was on a roller coaster of something. "Hey Mr. Bartender, sir, can I have one…more."
"Listen lady, you've had too many drinks as it is, and-"
"Shut up and…give me a…drink."
He gave me a look that said, "Crazy Woman," and poured me another glass.
I drank it, saying, "This stuff is…strong." He rolled his eyes at me.
And then Malfoy plopped his dirty, ferret self next to me. "Hi sexy," I said. He gave me a look as if I just lost my mind. "What, Malfoy? Never had girls compliment you?"
"Yea, Granger, but not you."
"That's impossible. How could I not say nice stuff…you're so hott." And then I launched myself at him, kissing him hard. And he went along with it, and kissed me back. We sat there doing that for, oh say, three minutes, before I said, "Not bad…Malfoy."
"Not bad yourself, Granger."
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"Ah look, Narcissa. Young love," said Lucius Malfoy to his beautiful wife, gesturing to the two teenagers making-out at the bar. He took a sip of his Champagne.
"Yes, Lucius darling. It's quite beautiful."
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"Where's your room?" I asked.
"Upstairs, obviously. Why?"
"Come with me there. This party is so…loud. My ears can't stand the noise."
He stood there for about a minute, probably contemplating the options. Finally, he said, "Sure, I'll apparate you there."
And a second later, after that feeling of tugging, I was in a room. It's description I can't remember, as the second I got in there, I kissed him harder than before. I started kissing his neck and pushing him to the bed, while trying to unbutton his shirt. Then I took my shirt off, and lay down on the bed. "Take me," I said.
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"I wonder where Hermione is," said Ron. He, Ginny and Harry were in the Common Room, sitting in front of the fire.
"Why do you care, Ron? Stop fancying her! She's probably celebrating the death," said Ginny, before breaking out in tears. Harry rubbed her back, cooing her to calm down.
"It's just so horrible," she managed to say between her tears.
"Shhhhhhhh, Ginny. Don't cry. I'm with you."
"But what if that's you next, Harry. Voldemort…wants you dead. What if you die? Are you going to…leave me all alone? If you die… I will never be with anyone else. I promise you…that."
"Don't say things like that. I will never leave you, ever. And if something aver happens to me, I want you to be happy. Even if it means with someone else."
"No! I could…never be happy with someone else. You're the only…only one who can make me happy…Harry," she said, while tears streamed down her cheeks. Harry just held her tighter, caressing her shoulder.
"I love you Ginny," he whispered in her ear. "I love you with all of me…with every bone in my body."
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I woke up that morning with the worse headache that I ever had. It felt as if someone had taken an axe and split me head in two. It hurt! I couldn't remember where I was or why I was there. Yesterday seemed like such a blur.
And then it hit me! Dumbledore was murdered, I got drunk and…
I HAD SEX WITH MALFOY!
I looked to the side of me. Yep, there he was. The dirty ferret, sleeping right beside me. I slapped him hard across the face, and he woke up abruptly.
"What did you do that for? I was sleeping!" he yelled.
"How…why…What made you think that you could do that to me!"
"Hey Granger, you launched yourself at me. You kissed me, you got drunk, you asked me to have sex with you. It wasn't me who did any of that stuff."
"Well why didn't you stop me then?"
"I had a reputation to keep up! I have a reputation to keep up!" I exclaimed in a low, whispering voice.
"What's that? That you can get any girl to have sex with you? I bet that I'm a prize trophy on the Draco-Malfoy-Hall-of-Fame!"
"That I'm a death eater!" he whispered. "Listen, Hermione, I'm sorry. I really am! You shouldn't have to do that. I shouldn't have done that. But we both made mistakes, don't deny it."
"Why did you just call me Hermione, not like it can fix what you did?"
Why did I just call her Hermione?
"I didn't."
"Yes you did. I just heard you. And judging by the look on your face, you heard it too!"
Crap! She caught me!
"I don't know. Slip of the tongue."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to say. Listen, how are we supposed to get back to Hogwarts without arousing suspicion of any type."
"There's always going to be suspicion, but the trick is just to have an alibi. The Order knows where we were. They know what we are and what we do. So they can't cart us away to Azkaban or anything."
"Oh wow, so reassuring!"
"Well just go back as if nothing happened. They're probably watching the Floo Network in and out of Hogwarts, so we'll just have to fly there."
"Fly!"
"Yes, Granger, fly. If you don't know what that is, it's what wizard do with a-"
"I know what flying is! It's just…I really don't like flying! In fact, I hate it!"
"Well too bad, because that's what we have to do."
And is what made my bad morning worse.
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"Okay, now Granger, Hogwarts is down there. We're going to try to land in the forest, so that we aren't seen. Can you manage that?"
"Yea, I can do that."
I was sitting on the same broom as my supposed archenemy, who I had drunk sex with last night. Yep, life pretty much sucked.
We landed in the Forbidden Forest, and Snape greeted us when we reached the rim. "At least you two didn't decide to Floo yourselves. The Ministry is now watching twenty-four seven. I'm going to make sure that you two have clear passage to the Great Hall, as I see that you're both wearing your robes."
It was the most that I've ever heard Snape say in one sitting!
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Breakfast that morning was the same as usual. Eggs, muffins, juices, milk, toast. It was all as usual. Malfoy and I walked into the Great Hall with Snape. That wasn't so usual. I sat at the Gryffindore table, no one next to me. I guess that the rumors had spread all the way to the first-years. Harry gave me a look that said, "I'll speak to you later."
Then I had History of Magic. I was attempting to take notes on Professor Binns' class, when a note was passed to me from Harry. It said:
What happened last night with the Death Eaters?
I wanted to reply his letter, but then I thought that it might be risky. Slytherins didn't share the class with us, but I had to be careful, especially nowadays. The Death Eaters don't trust me to wax their wands. It's almost like how most of the Order feels about Snape. But then I thought, "To hell with it!"
There was Firewhiskey. Got drunk. The rest is private.
What happened?
You don't want to know.
Of course I do! Besides, it can't be that bad. Wait a second! You got drunk!
See, that's why I don't want to tell you what happened. You'd have a heart attack, or kill someone. Probably kill someone.
That's not true.
Yeah, it is.
Just tell me Hermione. I'm your best friend. There's nothing that you shouldn't tell me. Well there are SOME things, but those are…
I had sex with Malfoy.
Haha, funny joke! No seriously, what happened.
I got drunk and threw up on Lucius Malfoy.
How is that private?
Cuz it's gross. I told you that you didn't need to know.
Why would I kill someone?
You would kill the bartender for serving me Firewhiskey.
I'm not Ron. Well actually if you think about it, he would ask you to tell him who it was. He always wanted to try that!
Oh haha! Very witty!
What was up with you saying that you had sex with Malfoy?
I was so drunk that I snogged him.
Ew.
How do you think I feel about that!
I pity you.
Oh, that's touching.
A hint of sarcasm, I see. Angry about something?
Just tired. And my head feels like someone took a hammer and hit me on the head with it. Twenty times to be exact.
Pity. Feel better.
And then the bell rang for Potions.
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Potions was pretty much average. Unless you count the fact that I was paired up with Malfoy. Usually that would just be normal, but not under the recent circumstances. We had to make a Wolfsbane Potion – together – and there was this awkwardness that was never there between us.
So you do like her!
Oh, not you again.
Oh yes, me again. Here to reveal to you the brutal truth-Which is once again wrong.
Oh, you're a smarty, aren't you?
What do you want?
For you to see that you're crazy in love with Granger, and there's nothing that you can do about it.
Oh goodness. When will you understand that I don't have a crush on her?
How was it last night?
Phenomenal! She's quite good, actually. Probably repressed sexual activity coming out.
See what I mean. You are completely in denial.
I agree.
Who are you?
Yeah, I was just getting used to this annoying inner voice, and then you came along.
I'm the normal inner voice, not the psycho you're usually dealing with.
So do you think that I have a crush on Granger? Are you truly normal?
Oh you defiantly fancy her.
See! I told you!
Oh brilliant! I have two crazy people inside my head.
If I'm so crazy, then one, why are you talking to yourself, and two, why do you claim that you don't fancy someone if you can't stop thinking and talking about them. Oh, and by the way, you enjoyed the sex. Think about that.
He's right, you know. By the way, you should be getting back to your Wolsbane Potion. Poor Granger over there has to do it all herself.
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You would think that nothing had happened with all of this normalcy going on. Classes were continuing, teachers were teaching, and students were still in the school. But in truth, Hogwarts was in a crazy state. Classes were the only things left to do to keep the students under control. Meanwhile, the teachers were speaking to High-Up Ministry Officials to figure out what to do with Dumbledore. McGonagall was in charge, since she was Deputy Headmistress. It was assumed that she would be appointed Headmistress within the next two weeks.
Quite a lot of students had been pulled out by their parents, who feared for their children's safety. And who could blame them? Hogwarts was under attack by Death Eaters. The Headmaster – the second-most powerful wizard in the world (second only to the Dark Lord) – was just murdered, and right under everyone's noses. And no one had any idea who had done it! Or so they thought!
I had started to feel strange around Malfoy. It was like, I wanted him around, but when he was near me, I wanted him away. I felt like I couldn't make up my mind. Was I going crazy?
You could call it crazy.
What are you saying?
Don't deny it. You like him. You may even love him.
Don't be silly. Love is requires knowing the person and…well…loving the person.
Notice how you said nothing about like.
I keep all opinions, no matter how impossible they are, heard and listened to.
That's very smart of you.
Thank you.
You're much more accepting than Malfoy. I could sure tell you that.
Wait a second! How would you know he thinks? How would you know that?
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And then my mark burned.
A.N- Wasn't that a weird chapter! No seriously! It's a messed up chapter. But I was so very hyper when I wrote the majority of it, so vuala(or however you spell it)…
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