[b]Back by popular demand! (of about four people...) But still! :) This is the follow up to Truth or Dare, Hermione? The Morning After. It's short and (hopefully) funny. Enjoy![/b]
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Sunlight crept into the classroom. Hermione, who had unfortunately been facing the window, gave a disgruntled groan and tried to move, the process of which dislodged a half-dressed Minerva McGonagall who toppled on top of her and snored, showing that even her unconscious self was stubborn and wasn't planning on waking up for anyone. Hermione lay down, Minerva's head on her chest and fell back into a light sleep.

Their respite was short lived however, as soon after, a horrified Severus Snape entered the room, followed by Flitwick, Neville and Dumbledore. For once, all four of them were quite speechless, gazing at the carnage which five inebriated witches can cause when given ample chance. Neville caught sight of Minerva's trouserless behind and scoffed loudly, trying not to laugh. The noise caused the women to stir, all clutching their heads and squinting furiously, why was it so bloody bright?

As everyone knows, hangovers are very, very bad. But one thing is even worse; still being drunk. This is the condition that Rolanda found herself in when she finally opened her eyes.

"Neville!" she squawked, slipping gracelessly from her perch on a desk, "We were just talking about you! Weren't we, Poppy?" she added, evilly. Poppy blushed and shook her head, why did these things always happen to her? She looked up and saw that Neville was blushing too. Severus had made his way gingerly across the room and was now looking down, his best disapproving glare in place, on Minerva and Hermione, the former of the two now laid legs akimbo on the floor showing the entire room a very nice set of lacy knickers. Sensing eyes on her, Minerva sat up and began to feel along the floor for her discarded trousers, eyes still shut against the sun. If she had had her eyes open, she might've noticed the amused smirk that flitted across Severus' face for less than a second.

Pomona got up off the chair she had slept on and tottered over to Filius, resting her elbow on the top of his head as she tried put the right buttons in the right holes on her robes which proved just too much to think about when trying to stay upright at the same time.

Ever the gentleman, Neville crossed the room and helped a badly suffering Poppy to her feet and offering to get a hangover cure from the Hospital Wing for her. Rolanda received the news rather indignantly.

"We don't need hangover cures, lover boy!" she stoutly announced, the effect was somewhat ruined when a loud hiccup bubbled past her lips. Sensing defeat, she dissolved into a fit of giggles and sat down again, her body twitching with hiccups.

Minerva yanked on her trousers and found a spot in the shade by feeling how cool the floor was, when she felt safe from the glare of sunlight, she finally opened her eyes.

"Good morning," came a rather bemused voice from the doorway, Dumbledore was surveying the chaos of his old Transfiguration classroom with a calm amusement. "I trust you all had a good night."

"Yes, sir, we did!" Rolanda replied enthusiastically jumping to her feet and saluting Dumbledore. Hermione groaned as Rolanda's voice pierced her sensitive ears. She cradled her head in her hands before crawling over to Minerva to share her refuge of darkness.

Severus Snape took one look at the women, who were by now all retreating into the shade, and couldn't take it anymore. He laughed. And laughed. And laughed. He laughed so hard that he was clutching his side and gasping for breath when he finally stopped. When he opened his eyes he saw that the entire room were staring at him, in open-mouthed, genuine shock. Damn. They noticed.

"Merlin's saggy left nut," Hermione finally spoke, her voice cracking, "Snape just bloody laughed!"