(240): And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.

"Drinks Mishap"

Hermione had a distinctly green glow to her features when she arrived via Apparition at Grimmauld Place on a lovely Sunday morning. She steadied herself on the door before knocking and then letting herself in. The knock itself was mostly a warning, so that any 'extra-curricular activities' could be halted or, at the very least, the guest fore-warned.

Thankfully, it seemed to be only the two boys home today; Harry was sitting at the table reading a newspaper, and Ron had answered the door without a shirt again, his hair still wet from showering. Hermione avoided inspecting his naked torso too thoroughly, lest she be unable to pull her eyes away from the enticing grooves at his hips.

"Morning, Hermione." Ron greeted with a smile. "Alright, there? You look a bit ill."

"M'fine." She responded weakly, but then seemed to rethink her answer before leaning over the fence and throwing up behind the flowering bush.

"Liar." Ron told her and turned back to the house. "Harry, can you get a Hangover Potion and a Pepper-up?"

Harry didn't reply, but the tell-tale clinking of his search rang out as Ron held back Hermione's hair.

"Shall we move this inside?" Ron asked casually once she'd cleared the contents of her stomach and he'd vanished the mess (he'd thought perhaps it would do the plants some good, but the smell won out and he'd gotten rid of it instead).

Harry's look of amusement didn't waver, even when the bushy-haired girl glared dangerously at him, as he handed over the two potions. She sculled them quickly, and her features relaxed slowly as her colour returned to a more normal shade.

"So," Harry hedged, leaning against the table edge while Ron set about making his own breakfast. "Want to tell us about last night?"

"Remind me to never go out with Lavender again." Hermione murmured, her head resting on the wood. "She's wonderful, but never again!"

Twin expressions of mirth appeared, but were quickly schooled. Hermione was wide-awake now, and her capabilities with a wand were well-known, especially to Harry and Ron. She raised her head up ad looked around.

"Any tea going? I think I'm going to need it." She explained, and Ron turned to busy himself with the task to hide the smile on his face.

"Last night was simultaneously the best and worst night ever." She said after a minute. "I mean, from what I can remember, anyway."

Harry leant forward in interest. "Don't tell me you got that drunk?"

"I wish I could, I really wish I could."

Harry barked out a laugh.

"Oh, Hermione. With Lavender and Ginny, too. What trouble did they get you into?" He asked sympathetically.

"Not as much as you'd have thought, actually." The brunette admitted, sipping her tea as Ron joined them at the table. "We did some dancing, had some drinks – I'm pretty sure there was karaoke competition at one point, and maybe a few shots at the-"

She stopped mid-sentence.

"What?" Harry asked, green eyes alight with curiosity as Hermione's face paled.

"Oh Merlin, I'm never going to be able to go back there!" She cried in dismay, clearly remembering some hazy moment from the previous night. "We'd been at the bar for ages, drinking shots, and we'd run out so Lavender told me to order something else."

She paused again, grimacing as she turned to face Harry.

In a weak voice she murmured, "I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender."

Despite their best efforts, or rather because they didn't bother employing them, both boys burst into laughter at Hermione's plight. She groaned and sunk down in her chair, blushing profusely.

When they didn't show signs of stopping, she huffed good-naturedly, "I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?"

Between shaky breaths and barks of laughter, Ron agreed - vehemently.

End.