The Taking Of Hermione

Hermione walked into the common room with teary eyes. She
looked around and saw the seventh-year Gryffindor boys: Harry and Ron by the
fire playing Wizard’s Chess, Dean and Seamus playing Exploding Snap, and
Neville by himself working hard on a Potions assignment.

Harry looked up from the chess board.

“Hi, Hermione,” he said. “How was…what’s wrong?”

The others looked up as he spoke and saw the tears shining in her chocolate
eyes as well.

“Did something happen?” Dean asked.

“Malfoy?” came Neville’s voice. Hermione shook her
head.

“Was it Snape?” asked Ron fearfully, because the Potions Master had murdered
Dumbledore last year. Hermione shook her head again.

“Alright, well, whatever it is, it can be fixed with alcohol,” stated Seamus. “Let’s
go down to the kitchen and make some drinks.”

The others agreed, and with a nod from Hermione, Harry grabbed his invisibility
cloak and they snuck down to the kitchen. Dean started looking through the
cupboards and muggle refrigerator (which the Muggle Studies professor had asked
to have installed) when they arrived, and with a sigh of frustration notified the
others of his findings.

“Well there isn’t much in the way of liquor, but we do have vodka, gin, class=SpellE>firewhiskey, and various schnapps flavors.”

Harry spoke up after looking at Hermione for a moment.

“Just make some Peach Flavored Potions.”

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Fifteen drinks and three hours later, Hermione was laying on her back, her head on Neville's lap, with the other boys surrounding her.

“So, ‘Mione,” slurred a VERY drunk Ron. “Why were you class=GramE>cry—” Ron hiccupped. “—ing
earlier?”

Hermione looked up at Ron through puffy, red (because of her tears and alcohol
she had had to drink) eyes.

“Viktor dumped me for some blonde tart he met at one of his post-game parties.
She was flirting with him A LOT, so he took her upstairs. She put out for him.
Sometimes I think I’m doomed to be a virgin for the rest of my life.”

“Hermione,” Harry, who hadn’t had nearly as much too drink as the others, was
stunned. “You’re still a virgin?” he
asked.

“Yes.”

“I want you, and I bet all the rest of the guys want you too. You can have sex
with us! That way you won't be ‘doomed to be a virgin’ forever,” said Ron, with
vigorous nods from Dean, Seamus, and Neville.

“But...” Hermione began to protest.

“Hermione, who would you rather have your first time with, lass?” interrupted
Seamus, “Friends you trust and who you know will take care of you, or someone
who just wants you for sex and will dump you at the first opportunity?”

“You’re right. It should be with you,” agreed Hermione.

“Why don’t we finish this conversation upstairs,” said Neville.

“Preferably in our dorm,” Dean added quickly.