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Chapter Twenty-Two

Dirty Drinks

RPOV

The months passed and things were going well. Hermione and I were named Brain and Arianna's godparents. The request was a complete surprise to both Hermione and I, but at the same time a great honour. We had visited the twins at least once a week at this point, and I had to admit, as short as Severus' patience is when it comes to teenagers, he is the essence of calmness and fortitude when it came to his children. He would feed them, rock them, and happily change their nappies. Though apparently he wasn't much to getting up in the middle of the night for feedings and usually left that to his wife, or so she complained. We rented the space Hermione had suggested for the book store, and have been gradually setting things up for the past three weeks. We plan to have a Grand Opening the week after we return from our honeymoon.

Just a few weeks after the birth of the Snape twins I became Severus' gunnie pig and took his renovated form of Wolfsbane. I haven't had a transformation since, though for some odd reason I become extremely itchy during the full moon. An odd side effect but one I can most assuredly live with. Especially when Hermione offers to rub me down with anti-itch salve.

HPOV

In just three days time I will be able to call myself Mrs. Remus Lupin. I can't help but giggle with joy at the thought. There were times, during the war, that I doubted I would live through it. But I did, and now I have Remus. I talked with Harry yesterday; apparently he has received an offer from Puttelmore United. They're seeker is retiring next month and asked Harry if he would consider taking the position. He's seriously considering it. He hasn't started working yet, wanting to simply take a bit of a holiday from responsibility, and who can blame him. Ginny's doing well to writing for Quidditch quarterly. Her job allows her to travel a lot, Harry often going with her. I can't help but wonder how Ron is doing. I don't know why I care, but I do. He was my best friend for years and despite all he has done I could never wish him harm. Discomfort perhaps, but never harm.

My mum has been a great help over the past few months, she has insisted on doing much of the preparations, which as long as she asked for my input before making any major decisions I was just fine with it. Molly agreed to do the catering; I practically had to beg her to allow me to pay her for her services. The woman is too kind, plus I believe she feels partly responsible for Ron's actions, even though I have reminded her at least a dozen times that neither Remus nor I blame her at all.

Though Molly and my mum combined together and threw me a bridal shower, Ginny has insisted on taking me on a girl's night out. I have a feeling quite a bit of alcohol will be involved. Ginny definitely knows how to have a good time, which is part of the reason she is so good for Harry. After all he has been through; he deserves some fun in his life.

RPOV

Severus had offered to take me out for a drink, returning the favour I suppose. In truth I think he needed a night away from the twins. As much as he loved them, it was obvious the man was exhausted, and as he stated to his wife, 'giving his former colleague a night out before he was forever tied to the know-it all, was the least he could do.' I happily accepted the invitation in that I knew Hermione was going out with Ginny that same night.

The time came and Hermione left for a pub in central London where she planned to meet Ginny. After a quick shower I apparated to Hogsmead and hastened my way towards Hogwarts. As I reached the Snape's quarters I was surprised to see Severus waiting outside his portrait door.

"Severus, why are you-

He simply held up his hand and without another word began walking down the corridor. I shrugged it off and followed him. He led me to the same pub we visited the night of Katelyn's baby shower and again he ordered a Dragon for the both of us.

"Let me give you a bit of friendly advice." Severus said after taking a large gulp of his throat burning drink.

"Um, okay."

"Never, agree with your wife if she says she has put on weight."

Not being able to help myself I let out a loud burst of laughter. "Is that why you were standing outside. You called your wife fat?"

Severus slammed the bottle on the bar, his black eyes narrowing. "I did not call her fat!" He snapped. "She asks me if she appeared to have gained weight. I simply responded with the truth."

I just shook my head. I would have figured Severus smarter than to tell a woman, who had not long ago given birth to twins, that she looked like she had gained weight. Then again Severus never was one for subtlety.

"Not that I care." Severus added. "Just because she has gained some weight due to having the twins doesn't change the fact that I love her". His eyes dropped to the bar as he let out a deep sigh. "She's my world, Lupin, her and the babies. They are my world."

I understood completely.

"Did you tell her that?"

"I didn't get the chance." He explained finishing off his first bottle of Dragon. "She kept throwing stinging hexes at me until I was out in the hall.

I held in another chuckle. "Don't worry, Severus. I'm sure she'll be over it by the time you get back tonight." I tried to console him.

He gave a small chuckle and ordered another drink.

HPOV

So I found myself in a very loud and crowed muggle club. Ginny took a gulp of her drink-something called Sex on the Beach. Why anyone would name a drink that? Then again I suppose it is good advertising. As if a drink could be as good as sex, on a beach or anywhere else.

"Relax Mione." Ginny practically yelled. "Have a drink." She said pointing to the bar.

"One of us will have to apparate us home, you know."

"Hermione, it's you bachelorette party, for once let down your hair and get drunk with me."

"I have been drunk before you know."

"Oh yea, when?" She laughed taking another sip of her drink.

"Graduation, remember."

"You were not drunk." She laughed again. "Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk." My red-headed friend then decided to hurry over the bar and ordered me a drink. "Here, this will loosen you up."

"What is it?" I asked sticking a finger in the whip cream which rested atop the liquid. It looked more like a desert than anything else.

"It's called a blow job."

I let out a loud burst of laughter. "Filthy, Gin. Positively filthy."

Ginny just laughed taking a gulp of her own drink. Picking up the glass I eyed the contents trying to figure out exactly what was in it. Knowing the exact ingredients would aid me in understanding exactly what kind of effect in would have on my body."

"Mione will you quit analysing the thing and drink it. Merlin, your worse than Harry."

"So Harry doesn't like practically being forced to consume unknown substances either." I said jokingly.

"At first no." She answered honestly. "But now he looks forward getting a bit smashed on occasion."

I found that hard to believe. Very hard. And I gave her a look expressing as much.

"Have you ever had sex while drunk, Mione."

My eyes widened at the question. "No. I like to be conscious and completely aware of the pleasure my body is receiving at the time, thank you very much."

Again she just laughed at me. "I'm not talking about getting passed out drunk." She took another drink from her glass, emptying it completely. "Trust me Hermione, drunken sex is amazing, incredibly amazing. Now drink up before I charm it into your stomach."

Rolling my eyes, I decided to give my blow job a chance and took a sip. I had to admit, it was good. "Not bad." I said smacking my lips.

RPOV

I hadn't been this mullered since…Merlin, I don't even remember. I can't believe I let Snape talk me into a drinking contest. Needless to say, I lost. I managed to get home, somehow. I stumbled through the darkened front room, bumping into the couch I lost what little balance I had and hit the floor.

"Shit."

Grabbing the back of the couch I pulled myself up. "You're too old for this Moony." I told myself. I managed to make it to the bedroom where I collapsed on the bed.

Shifting onto my back I slowly sat up. I pull off my shoes, and shirt tossing them on the floor. Just as I went to undo the button on my trousers my fiancés voice filled the air.

"Want some help."A rather seductive smirk lingered on her lips as she made her way toward me. Her steps were not as steady as they normally are.

"You had a good time didn't you?" I asked slowly standing from the bed.

"I did." she answered as her finger undid my button and zipper, sending my trousers to my ankles. "I was introduced to a lovely little drink. She informed me as she began to release the buttons on her own blouse. "I had quite a few of them."

"I can tell."

Without another word Hermione pushed me back down onto the bed. "I want to see if Ginny's correct." She said pulling off the rest of her clothing.

"About what?"

"If sex really in better when your drunk."

I quite liked that idea.

Hermione quickly climbed on top of me and we went straight to work on testing the theory.

Several hours later Hermione and I were both in agreement that sex was defiantly far more fun when you had a bit of alcohol in your system.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed a bit of drunken entertainment, please review.