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Author's Note: I am really, really, really, really, REALLY sorry for the super long wait. I hate writer's block. Ok, and just so you guys know, I know that Harry Potter is supposed to take place in the 90's, but I thought this would be much funnier if I adapted it to present time, so just go with it. Also I changed this to T because of some of the profanity and such in this chapter. Also, some drug usage on account of them being experimental high school kids, so… Don't worry, not all chapters are going to be like this. This is probably one of the only ones.
10. T.G.I.F.
Harry and Ron did everything in their power to make sure that Mrs. Weasley didn't find out about their little excursion to the dean's office. It was about the equivalent of being sent to Dumbledore's office, something Ron could usually expect a Howler for. For the first time, Harry and Ron were grateful to have had all magic banned from the house, because they knew that if Mrs. Weasley somehow found out, a Howler would be immediately sent to school by owl.
Because that wouldn't reveal their secret at all.
They decided to disconnect the phone by unplugging it from the outlet. Harry knew that if they hadn't already, the school could easily make a phone call. But none of them knew how to work a telephone, anyways.
Ron and Harry decided they had bigger things to worry about. Like the "football" game that Hermione was going to drag them along to that Friday night and the party immediately after. Ron had never heard of football, but Harry knew that American football was not the same thing as European football. And not one of them knew what a high school party would entail.
"It'll be a great way to integrate us in with the rest of the school," Hermione said as she drew a line on each cheek with a fat black marker. She was wearing Tom's jersey with the number 61 emblazoned across the front.
Harry was surprised to see Hermione fit in so well and assimilate herself in with Muggle high school ways. She had already made a spot for herself in Tom's group of friends, with Harry and Ron as the seventh and eighth wheels.
"Come on, let me-!" Hermione was wrestling with Ron to put marker on his face. He resisted, and after some time she gave up. Harry reluctantly let her draw on his face, still feeling unsure about the entire football game idea.
Hermione was incessantly talking as the three of them waited for Shane and Arianna to pick them up for the game. Ginny had gotten out of it, claiming that she was going to the football game with new friends of her own.
"-And Tom was talking about Homecoming the other day; he said that there's another football game and a big dance, I'd imagine it's quite similar to the Yule Ball of last year-"
"Someone get her to shut up!" Sirius's voice exclaimed from the floor above. Hermione hadn't heard, and continued talking.
"Believe me, we're trying!" Harry shouted back, walking out of the kitchen and towards the staircase.
Sirius appeared at the top of the stairs with a kind of smile on his face. "Sounds infatuated; I've heard too much about this Tom."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, I think so."
"So, where are you all going that's so important?" Sirius asked.
"Football game. Not the English kind, the American kind," Harry explained. Sirius had a disgusted look on his face. "What…?" Harry asked.
"Wait- you came here… With my dad?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yeah. To see the 'cheerleaders'," Sirius said with a grimace. "Nothing special… Just like the Veela, except ugly."
Harry chuckled. He remembered the Veela from the Quidditch World Cup. How he missed Quidditch…
"Please stop that incessant chatter," Snape's voice rang through the hallway.
As if on cue, a car horn beeped outside.
"Oh, they're here! Let's go!" Hermione grabbed both Harry and Ron by the arms and flung them out the door.
"See everyone later!" she shouted. She got no reply.
Hermione rushed down the steps to Shane's car. She, Ron, and Harry piled in the backseat.
"Good evening!" Hermione said animatedly.
"Let's go!" Shane shouted, rolling down his window and turning on the radio. The music was loud, almost too loud. Harry could feel the bass line thumping through his chest. Then the singer started to sing- no- talk, really, very fast and very accented.
"Bloody Hell; what is this?" Ron whispered to Harry with a disgusted look on his face. Harry shrugged it off.
"Come on, guys! It's rap music! I love it!" Hermione said. "Tom played it for me today at lunch, and…"
They completely tuned her out.
The football game was terribly boring. No matter how many times Shane, Arianna, Dillon, Alex, or Lena explained football to Harry and Ron, they just didn't get it.
Once they broke free from the iron grip of Hermione, they met up with Fred and George. They were surprised Fred and George had actually come to the game.
"Yeah, well, we had nothing else to do except get yelled at by Mum and Snape," Fred explained.
"And that's not much fun, is it?" added George.
Both Harry and Ron agreed that it wouldn't be, and dragged the twins back to their seat in the bleachers.
"When did you two get here?" Hermione asked. Introductions went around.
"You coming to the party after at The Tunnel?" Shane asked Fred and George. Fred and George looked at each other and agreed in unison.
"Where's The Tunnel?" asked Hermione.
"Ooh, it's this abandoned subway tunnel that the trains don't go through anymore; they boarded over the tracks and everything. Great place for a party. We never get caught there," Arianna said, directing her eyes at Harry. Harry shifted uncomfortably. He didn't have a good feeling about this "party".
Once the game was over, they found Tom and piled into cars and headed over to The Tunnel. It was already half full when they arrived, complete with a keg, flashing lights, and an informal DJ.
"This is amazing!" Hermione exclaimed; her arm wrapped around Tom's. It was obvious that they were basically together, Harry noticed.
"Oy, you think I can get a firewhiskey here?" Ron inquired, looking over at the table with endless liquor bottles, six-packs of beer, and two huge kegs.
"Er- no, I don't think Muggles drink firewhiskey," Harry nearly shouted over the blasting music.
"Firewhiskey?" a passerby noted as they squeezed through the crowd. "I want some!"
Harry rolled his eyes. He and Ron made their way to a near-empty stairwell, which was boarded up at the top. On the stairs sat the twins, looking obviously bored.
"Hey, mate," Ron said. The twins looked up.
"Looks like you're having an enjoyable time," George said.
Harry sarcastically nodded. He and Ron sat down on the steps next to the twins. They just sat there slumped in the stairwell, watching the party.
"Harry! Come dance!" The four of them looked up. It was Arianna, with Lena in tow. They both wore short, skimpy dresses, and Harry wondered when they had gotten the chance to change.
"Nah, maybe later," he called back. Although he really wanted to dance with Lena…
"Come on!" Arianna whined.
Harry looked at Ron and the twins. They nodded for him to go ahead. Harry got up and trudged to the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd with Arianna and Lena.
Ron, Fred, and George sat bored in the stairwell until a group of three or four drunk-looking guys came up to them.
"Hey, mind if we smoke a joint here?" one of them asked, holding up something large and foreign that none of them had ever seen. These guys were obviously drunk.
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"Smoke a joint. You know… You better not turn us in to the fucking cops," the second guy said. His speech was slurred.
"Er, uh, no, go ahead," Ron stuttered.
"Go ahead, my ass," another guy said. They sat in a slump in the corner of the stairwell. Ron, Fred, and George watched them take hits of some unknown substance. They proceeded to ramble on about a bunch of things no one cared to listen to.
"Hey, you!" one guy shouted at the three of them. "Come on, take a hit or I'll beat your ass!"
"Nah, Marty, we don't wanna share our weed with these powderpuffs," another guy said.
"What is it?" George asked Fred and Ron. Both of them shrugged.
"They're acting kind of Imperioused," said Ron. These guys obviously had no clue what they were doing, and right now they were proceeding to take off their clothes.
"Lemme try," Fred said out of nowhere to the group in the corner.
"Fred, what the hell?" George said.
"Bloody…" Ron breathed.
"What'd you say, twit? You wanna try?" asked Marty. Fred sat down on the dirty concrete floor and grabbed the bong.
"Merlin's pants," said George, rubbing his temple. "I knew he was insane, but…"
"We don't even know what it is!" Ron hissed.
Ron and George both watched Fred and the guys take hits from the bong and scream some loud, obscene things that no one would've ever imagined Fred to say.
"Why…"
George shrugged.
"You know, it's not so bad living like a Muggle without magic… Like… Like flying on a broom during a Quidditch game… Quidditch… Watch- watches out for Grindylows, Ronnie…"
"FRED!" Ron and George both shouted right as Harry walked back, sweating through his t-shirt.
"What the hell's going on?" Harry asked. Oh shit, he thought as he realized the bong. And what Fred had just said. Fred was obviously high.
Ron and George pulled Fred out of the circle.
"What're you- what are you trying to- no, no, not the puking pastilles; I don't want one of those," Fred said in a voice not unlike Luna Lovegood's.
"HERMIONE!" Harry called as he looked through the crowd of people. He could just barely make out Hermione's head next to Tom's in the middle. And was she- was she holding a cup of beer above her head? Dancing? Harry wedged his way to the middle.
"Hermione, we gotta go," he said.
"Who's- who's that?" Hermione said, ruffling his hair. She and Tom were out of it, as well, but they weren't high.
Harry had never in his life seen Hermione drunk or even tipsy from firewhiskey.
"Damn it, not you, too!" he exclaimed.
"Hey, Harry!" said Tom in a tipsy voice.
"I have to take Hermione home; we have to be back by midnight," he said, grabbing Hermione's arm and trying to lead her out of the throng of people.
"Hey- that's my girlfriend!" Tom shouted, trying to pull Hermione back. Her cup of beer splashed everywhere.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm leaving… I'm going back to Hogwarts…" Hermione said in a musing voice.
"No, no you're not, Hermione, you're going home," Harry pulled her out of the crowd and away from Tom, who didn't seem to notice. Harry wouldn't tell her that he was busy grinding on another girl.
"Come on, we're ALL leaving," Harry said to Ron and George. "Get Fred."
Harry, Ron, and George led Hermione and Fred out of The Tunnel and onto the street of Chicago.
"Shit. Now how do we get back?" asked Harry as they stood looking out at the city streets.
"Take the train, dumbass. Haven't you ever been to Platform 9 ¾?" Fred said.
"Fred!"
"Harry… Harry, does Dumbledore know we're out this late? I… I hope not… I want to be Head Girl…" Hermione slurred, leaning onto Harry.
"He said it's okay, Hermione," Harry said. "Let's go this way."
The group of five wizards walked aimlessly around the streets for about an hour until Harry hailed a taxi, seeing as walking home was a lost cause.
All five of them piled into a taxi. The marijuana-and-alcohol scented ride was spent with Fred and Hermione arguing about the status of unicorns and their being mythical or fantastical creatures. Only Hermione could create a credible argument while drunk.
The five of them stumbled through the back door.
"INTRUDER!" They heard Mad-Eye Moody's voice shout through the house.
"Moody, Moody, no! It's just us!" Harry shouted back. Moody ran into the kitchen with his wand at the ready. Hermione shrieked.
"IT'S VOLDEMORT!" she shouted in her still-slurring voice. Then she dropped to the ground, muttering "Avada Kedavra… Avada Kedavra…"
It sounded as if a stampede of elephants was running down the stairs, and before they could say "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named", everyone in the house was standing in the kitchen in their nightclothes, absolutely fuming with anger.
Needless to say, they would not be going to any more parties. Not that they had really enjoyed it, anyway…
A/N: Hope you guys liked this one, even though there was some drug type stuff, but it was fun to write and kind of funny, too. I have a bunch of ideas but will not update until you all review!