A/N — Written for Houses [g] drabble with the prompt couch.
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"Just do it!" George practically yelled at his brother. "Drink it in one. It'll taste … it'll be over quicker," he finished with a shrug.
Ron eyed the glass on the coffee table warily and leant further back into the sofa.
"Oh, c'mon!" George picked up the glass and forced it into Ron's hand. "Drink!"
"Why'd we even need to do this?"
"Because my little brother is engaged! We need to get drunk!"
"I really don't think we do," Ron muttered, turning the glass slowly in his hand, watching how the light hit the liquid. It looked so innocuous.
He raised the glass to his lips, tipping it back and —
"Oh, Merlin!" he gasped, coughing and sputtering. "That's foul!"