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Word Count: 1505


Challenge: Are you Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge

Prompt: 606. (word) Probable


Challenge: The Golden Snitch Forum - Kasai, Mahoutokoro - [Challenge] Through the Universe

Prompt: 177. Stone Meteorite — (feeling) drugged


Bold - Hermione Granger

Italics - Daphne Greengrass


Granger, are you up yet? Or do I need to come down there?

Even though I'd love it if you did that, I can't chat right now. Matthew is taking all of us out for lunch – a pre-wedding party for this generation of the Granger family of sorts. He is the oldest in the generation, so he insisted that it was his duty to do this.

That's nice of him.

Yeah, he's really nice. That's part of the reason why I wanted to be present for this; in the past, I've just skipped such family gatherings in favor of just staying at home.

You don't have to do that anymore.

I know, and I want to be able to attend them with you, so that's why I'm planning to tell Matthew first at some point today, then maybe I'll extend that to someone else.

Okay, if you face any issue, let me know and I'll be there in a few minutes.

Thanks, love. Bye.

Have fun. Merlin knows you won't have enough time to do that in a few weeks.

I'll always have fun when I'm with you.

Fuck, you were right; we're getting way too sappy.

Of course, I'm right – I'm Hermione-

Fucking Granger. I know, I'm your girlfriend.

That you are, love.


Granger, just letting you know, I found those Reese's whites you were looking for but… I didn't like them. It's just regular Reese's for me; even the dark chocolate ones are not as tasty as the regulars – they're too bitter for my taste.

Oh, and I almost forgot, how did it go with Matthew?


You didn't like Reese's whites?! I cannot disagree about the dark chocolate ones, but the whites, really?!

What? I said I didn't like them, I didn't say they were bad – they just, didn't taste like peanut butter and chocolate.

Of course, you silly idiot. They're called Reese's whites for a reason – they contain WHITE chocolate!

Yes, and I didn't like the white chocolate in them. I prefer regular chocolate.

How the fuck are you my girlfriend?! It almost makes me want to break up with you.

Granger, why are you getting so worked up over the flavor of chocolates? What happened?

Nothing. It's nothing at all. Nada.

Granger, you're not like your usual self.

That's obvious, you idiot – it's because I'm really fucking high right now.

Granger, where the fuck are you? Why are you climbing up to high places, you're afraid of heights, right?

Granger?

Hermione, what happened?

Why aren't you responding?

Laughing…

Love, I have no idea what the fuck is going on? And if you don't tell me in a minute, I'm calling your parents.

No! Don't tell them! Please!

Then what the fuck is going on? What do you mean by you're high?

Ask Harry.


Granger, you took a smoke of a drug?

Yeah, it's crazy, right? I smoked weed.

Why?

Why – to celebrate, of course! A few of my cousins got some to smoke after lunch, and they coerced the rest of us into it.

So, you're all high right now.

Bingo!

And where are they? You can't be with them if you're writing to me on the message sheet.

They're downstairs.

What about your parents? Potter told me that muggle parents are generally not agreeable to this kind of stuff.

Yup, you're absolutely right – mom will kill me if she finds out. That's why we're all at Robert's place.

And who might this Robert be?

Matthew's younger sister – Jane's boyfriend. He lives nearby, so we came to crash here for a bit.

Isn't the wedding tonight?

Nope! Mom got the dates wrong, the wedding is on Saturday night, not tonight. They would've murdered us if it was tonight.

Oh good, but then won't you all have a drug hangover?

...

Granger? Are you laughing again?

I can't help it, you're just too funny!

I'd usually take that as a compliment; but you're high right now, so I don't know what to think about that.

You're so cute, I just want to hug you and tug on your cheeks.

Okay, now. Granger, you need to get some sleep.

Why do you look yellower than usual? Did someone paint over you?

Granger, where are you?

In Robert's guest bedroom.

Then where do I look yellower than usual?

On your picture, silly; I'm looking at that picture of us from Paris that I carry around in my purse.

Oh Merlin, how much did you smoke?

...

Granger?

I just kissed that picture of us...

Oh-

-and I think Jane saw the whole thing.

Fuck. Oh well, I guess we'll see about that in the morning. For now, eat and get some sleep, love.

Really? I-

It's alright, love. Everything will be alright if you go get some much needed sleep.

Okay… I really love you!

I really love you too.


Daphne, fuck! What did I do?! I smoked up! How could I do that?!

Love, don't worry, everything's fine. Nothing extremely bad happened last night.

But... but Jane saw me kissing the photo, and I acted like a downright fool on the message sheet.

It's fine, nobody will know about your crazy behavior except me, and that's not a bad thing.

Hmm… I guess. Make sure nobody EVER finds this.

Of course, I will make sure I do that, especially with Tori and Ginny. On the other hand, you need to go check out if Jane saw the message sheet, because that might cause bigger problems for us. I know it might be far-fetched, but if she saw my messages appearing on the sheet, we might have an issue with the Ministry. I think it's better to be sure that's not the case.

Merlin, I didn't even think of that. I'll be back in a little while.

Hmm… I'll be waiting.


It's all fine, Jane only saw me kissing the picture before she left – she doesn't know anything about the sheet; and even what she saw, she's completely fine with it. In fact, most of my family had already assumed that I was gay until my mom let it slip that I was dating someone.

What?! How the fuck did that happen?

Of all the theories they came up with as to why I switched schools when I joined Hogwarts, this was apparently the most probable explanation.

How the fuck did they come to that conclusion?

The muggle school I studied in before I got my Hogwarts letter was in a slightly orthodox Christian neighborhood, and they do not take too well to people who aren't straight.

Oh. I guess that makes it seem somewhat suggestive of your lesbianism. I cannot say they were wrong about that.

They didn't want to tell my parents in case they were off the mark. Makes the sparingly few encounters they had with my parents much less awkward and daresay, insulting.

They needn't have worried; and it seems, neither did we.

That's true. They apparently got over almost any prejudice for homosexuals they previously had over the course of the past eight years. In fact, Jane said they were just happy they could see me once again.

That's good, that's really good.

So, I asked Matthew if I you could come over for the wedding tonight and stay for the next few days, since it only takes about three hours by train.

And?

He said it's alright and that he's looking forward to meeting you.

What time should I come over?

I called up the train station to ask for the schedule.

Granger, I don't care that you travelled by road, I'm Apparating.

I know that! I wanted to ask him what time the train reaches Manchester so you can Apparate over at a believable time. If you come over now, they're going to think I'm either bluffing that I have a girlfriend or that you've been hiding under the bed for the past few nights.

Oh, okay then. What time should I Apparate over?

It's eight in the morning now, so I think around one in the afternoon would be perfect – it'll seem like you caught the ten o'clock train.

Alright, anything you want me to do before that?

Get me another bag of Reese's whites.

I'm not doing that. Why do you expect me to feed into your atrocious habits?

It's not atrocious, they're amazing!

No, they're not.

Yes, they are.

N-

Stop. We'd only be wasting our time if we start doing that right now. So let's not do that, instead get me the regular ones; I'll see what to do about you and the whites after Matthew's wedding.

My pleasure, love.

You do that, while I'll go explain to my parents about my 'not so heterosexual' reputation in the family.

Let me know if your mom says anything, I'm sure your dad's fine with all of it.

Okay, I guess that's a reasonable plan. I cannot wait to see you in a few hours.

Me too, love.

I love you.

I love you too.


A/N:

A medium sized chapter for this story. Let me know what you think in a review - I really appreciate those.

Also, the next chapter will be a regular one, as opposed to the dialogue-only format of this fic. I've been intending to do a regular chapter for a while now, something that I had planned to do with either the cake baking or Harry's birthday party itself. Ultimately, I had opted out of doing that, but I decided to go through with it this time. Expect the next chapter in a few days. Thanks for reading.