"This isn't a good idea," I repeated after the burn disappeared.

George grinned at me as the glasses refilled. The only thing I could see of him was his eyes that glowed in the window's light, but other than that, just a shadow of his body. And he wasn't cold?

"Try it. Go first," He instructed.

"Never have I ever...flown a broom and enjoyed it," I told him, starting out easy.

His jaw dropped, "I am so taking you flying." He picked up his glass and shot it back. I saw a grimace on his face from the taste, but it was gone in a second. "Never have I ever gotten an O on a Potions essay."

I snorted and took a shot. I could already feel the effects it had on me. My vision was swirling.

"Never have I ever ... kissed a girl."

He snorted and took the shot, shaking his head, "That would have been so hot if you did, Hermione."

"Shut up," I muttered. "Alright, you're turn."

"Never have I ever kissed a boy."

I rolled my eyes, "I was dating Ron for a year, George." I took the shot.

"You dated Ron for a year!" George gasped. "And he kept it in his pants that long! Dang, girl, you have skills."

I rolled my eyes, "Please, it was not like he's sex crazed."

"You haven't seen what's under Ron's bed, sweetheart," George smirked.

That got me to giggle like a maniac until I was full out laughing. George soon joined me and for five minutes we just laughed together.

"Never have I ever had sex," I stated proudly.

George raised his glass and nodded it towards me before downing it. That got me to blush a little more.

"Never have I ever dated someone longer than a year and two months," George nodded after he spoke, as if confirming his answer.

I didn't drink. Ron was only a year, maybe a little under.

"Who was it?"

"Angelina," George shrugged. "We dated a few times in school...I added them all up, of course. And we were dating before the marriage law thing was sent."

I frowned, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. She's with Lee now. So she's happy."

I took a shot without any dare, just because I wanted to get drunk. I didn't care anymore. George was my fiancee, but my love had just gotten married.

"I was dating Ron when the marriage law came out. We never broke up," I stated boldly.

George laughed, "Wow. And here I thought you were a good girl."

I shrugged and grabbed the bottle instead of the shot. George eyed me for a moment before doing the same.

"I don't want to care," I told him. "So I'm going to get smashed until I forget about it."

"Here, here," George called, raising his bottle above his head.

So I drank some more. And some more. And more... My entire body just became relaxed, my brain flooded, and my vision blurred.

And then things went dark.

When I woke, my head was throbbing in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut from the window, who's lights were shining too brightly.

I was on the floor, my head close to my knees. The blanket on top of me slipped down to sheild my eyes, where I then opened them to look around. George was sprawled by the door, the other two bottles I didn't have next to him, one dry, the other half-empty.

But the pounding in my head was getting worse.

The hangover potions... My eyes searched the dark floor, hoping to find the small vials without actually looking near the sunlight. No such luck.

Footsteps could be heard approaching the door, coming up the stairs. I felt panic rise in my chest. I did not want to clean outside.

"George!" I whispered urgently, the blanket covering my face, but my free hand shaking his shoulder. He groaned, but just turned over.

"George, wake up. Your mother's coming up here. I really don't want to be cleaning all day."

"Get the potion," he muttered. "Leave me alone."

"Where is it?" I stressed.

"Floor," he grumbled. "I'm trying to sleep, Gin. Leave me alone."

"George it's Hermione. Now move your fat arse before Mrs. Weasley gets up here and shoves us outside into the sunlight. Merlin, my head hurts." I pressed my forehead to the cool ground, hoping for some relief, but found none. I could feel the pounding of my heart in my ears.

"Oh..."

I looked up through squinted eyes to see him holding out two vials in his hand. His cheek had an imprint of the vials.

"Told you they weren't there."

He gave me a sheepish grin and passed me one vial, which I uncorked and drank as soon as the pounding on the door sounded. George was quick behind me. "George! Hermione! Breakfast, dears! If you aren't down there in three minutes, you're cleaning!"

George made a mad dash for the half-empty bottle and shoved it under his bead while I waved my wand to vanish the empty ones into my trunk.

"We'll be out in a minute, Mrs. Weasley!" I called.

I stood up awkwardly, my legs stiff.

"Alright, I expect you down there." I sighed in relief as her footsteps went down the stairs. I turned to George.

"Can you help me with my dress? I can't reach the zipper."

He looked me over, his eyes lingering on my legs, before nodding, "Sure thing."

I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest to keep the dress from falling after he unzipped it. I bit my lip as I felt one of his hands ghost on my shoulder, sliding down to scoot my hair out of the way. The other hand rested on the nape of my neck, and took hold of the zipper.

Slowly, which I knew he was doing on purpose, the zipper dropped down. The hand on my shoulder fell away to skim down where the zipper previously was, causing me to shiver involuntary, my body betraying me.

His hands were warm, and rough from years of quidittch and being a beater. But they were gentle as they carressed my back. I vaguely was aware of the zipper reaching the bottom of the short dress, but didn't turn around. His hand wrapped around my upper arm, the other around my waist. He stepped closer to me, pulling my body flush against his.

"You're wicked beautiful, you know that?"

I blushed a deep crimson, a Weasley shade. "I am not, George."

"You are, too."

"Thank you," I murmured, embarrassed. "We really need to start moving if you don't want to clean."

He chuckled in my ear, his breath tickling me. "Alright."

He released me instantly and was gone from the room by the time I turned around. I took a deep breath to clear my head and grabbed my clothing from my trunk, changing as quickly as possible before taking my wand to cast a teeth brushing charm and nearly ran out of the room. I was not going to clean because George distracted me. If I went down, I was definately going to take him with me.

"Glad you could join us dear," Molly smiled. "With ten seconds to spare."

I flushed, "Sorry."

"Take a seat. Let's eat," Molly said kindly.

I nodded and sat down next to Harry and George. Dear lord, this was going to be a hellish month.

I feel asleep an hour before pottermore... who got on and what's your usernames? :P Hope to see you on it tonight! review if you liked or disliked this chapter! We're halfway, kiddies!

-Nastya