The Best of a Bad Situation (BoBS for short)

Chapter 2 – Getting Their Drink On!


The girls thought he was joking when he asked for the vodka, but Harry was dead serious. When they just laughed and didn’t pass it, Harry had to walk himself over to Ginny, and take it from her hands. After a long swig right from the bottle, the girls stopped laughing, and just stared at him.

“Harry,” Hermione admonished, “that’s straight vodka! We were going to make Lemon Drops with it.”

Harry had no idea what Lemon Drops were, and didn’t much care. After all the Firewhiskey he’d sampled that Seamus had snuck in, the vodka hardly caused Harry to falter. Yes it was strong, but the odd muggle flavor didn’t exactly smoke his ears off.

Returning the bottle back to a silent Ginny, all Harry wanted to do was sleep, and took Hermione’s offered bed. She still sat on the end dismayed about what to do, but when Harry said goodnight, and drew the curtains, she huffed and went to join the others.

“Yikes,” Ginny coughed, as she must have just taken an experimental shot herself. “How did Harry drink this stuff. It’s so strong!”

“Well, you’re supposed to mix it with the sweetened lime juice,” Hermione informed her. “Nobody but drunks and teenage boys drink straight alcohol like that. Where’s the mixer by the way?”

“What mixer?” Ginny asked. “You told me to tell the twins to get lime vodka.” Pointing to the label, it clearly showed it was indeed lime flavored, although still 80 proof alcohol.

“No,” Hermione’s eyes got wide. “I said to get lime juice and vodka! Are you telling me all we have is straight vodka, and nothing to mix it with? I can’t drink that; it’s disgusting!”

Inside of Hermione’s bed, Harry laughed at the fact it was his innocent Hermione who seemed to arrange for the alcohol. Wondering what they’d do next, he listened as closely as he could, although he couldn’t see them.

“Well, Harry managed to drink it just fine; and it can’t be worse than straight Firewhiskey,” Parvati said. “We’ll just have to make do. I’m sure once we drink enough, we won’t even complain about the taste.”

“I’m game,” Lavender agreed. She’d had her share of hard alcohol in the past; usually at family vacations when one of her older cousins would slip her something in a cup. With so many second and third cousins around, they’d not been averse to a loose and tipsy Lavender.

“Just drink the vodka already,” Harry yelled from behind the curtains. Poking his head out, he looked right at Hermione on Parvati’s bed, and told her, “It’s not that bad. Just shoot it quick, and it’ll go down smooth. And you will get used to it. Be careful though. Just three shots is enough to get any of you smashed. Now Hermione, could you please cast a silencing charm around your bed? I can’t sleep while listening to you all bicker, and I left my wand on my bedside table.”

Hermione was glaring daggers, but cast the charm without complaint, and turned back to the other girls. Harry was back in the relative darkness, and blissful quiet was his only company.

The next ten minutes passed by slowly, as Harry tossed and turned trying to get to sleep. His week had been so bad, all he could do was rehash all the things that had gone wrong. Another twenty minutes passed and still Harry couldn’t sleep. He might have been angry and tired, but unfortunately he wasn’t sleepy. Finally admitting it to himself, he decided to join the girls for a few drinks. Maybe if he had enough vodka, he’s pass out soon? At least then he’d be unconscious, and that much closer to a fresh new week.

Stepping out of Hermione’s bed, the first thing that struck him was that now Parvati and Lavender’s beds were pushed together, and that the curtains around them were also drawn. Harry could hear giggling and quiet conversation on the inside though, and not thinking anything of it, poked his head through a seam.

“Hey,” he greeted the girls. “Got any vodka left?”

Parvati and Lavender were already facing Harry, and held out the half empty bottle to him. Apparently they all got over the strong taste, because by experience Harry knew a bottle contained roughly 30 shots. Assuming they all had equal amounts; that was about three shots a piece.

Hermione’s bushy hair was right in front of him, but upon hearing his voice, she swung around with her hands crossed over her chest. For the first time, Harry realized he maybe should have announced his presence before barging in.

“Harry! We’re not decent! Go away.”

“Ah Hermione, relax,” Parvarti said. “It’s not like we’re in our knickers, and I’m sure it’s nothing Harry hasn’t seen before.”

Not being able to avoid looking around, Harry inspected each of the four girls and what they were wearing. Ginny was still in her nightshirt, but sitting Indian style on the bed; the lower half had ridden to mid-thigh.

Parvati’s outfit was the most fancy, as she was wearing a babydoll teddy with lots of ruffles and frills. The top was sleeveless, showing off her nice toned brown arms. It must have also had a push-up bra in it, because Harry never noticed before how round and splendid Parvati’s breasts were. Also sitting Indian style, Harry couldn’t tell what she had on her lower half, but they must have been just knickers or very short shorts.

Lavender was sitting behind Parvati, braiding her hair. Straddling the other girl with her legs, like Ginny the hem of her outfit had ridden up extremely high. In fact, if Parvati’s body wasn’t in the way, Lavender’s spread thighs would have provided him with a very nice picture. Traveling up her torso, the silky red material continued to her shoulders, where spaghetti-thin straps held the whisp of material up. Her gown had a plunging neckline that Harry admired, and unlike Parvati’s push-up bra, Lavender was obviously wearing nothing, as evident by twin points prodding the material.

The most surprising however was Hermione. With her back still to him, but her entire torso twisted to face him, Harry saw that she was dressed for bed mostly in boy’s clothes. She wore a simple white wife-beater on top, frayed so thin by too many washes, that Harry could make out the outlines of a white bra underneath. The shirt had been cut to length, and a few inches of midriff also showed Hermione’s flat and pale stomach. A boy’s pair of boxer shorts started just below her belly button, but they were so small and tight, Harry couldn’t help but notice they stretched enticingly across her backside. Hermione’s wild hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, and nothing but a few stray curls obscured his view of her.

“Like what you see, Harry?” Ginny asked. He’d already seen her in her nightshirt, so was the least embarrassed by his presence, and perhaps the bravest under the influence of alcohol. Lavender wasn’t so shocked that she stopped braiding Parvati’s hair, but she did shift her body to hide behind her roommate a little.

Said roommate, by the way, who was having no problems at all with Harry’s presence, and was proudly sticking her chest out, as if on display, which she supposed it was.

Only Hermione was mortified, never before showing so much skin to a boy, let alone one of her best friends. She still had her arms crossed over her chest, but otherwise was frozen in fear. Still wearing his jeans and a tee-shirt, Harry was suddenly feeling overdressed.

“Uh, yeah,” Harry admitted. What teenage boy wouldn’t? Three of the girls giggled at his response, but of course Hermione had to go and ruin the mood.

“Harry,” she yelled, finally braking out of her stupor. “Stop staring! We thought you’d be sleeping by now?”

“I couldn’t get to sleep, so I thought I’d have a drink if any was left. Didn’t know you’d all be, um, doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

“We’re just talking girl talk, Harry,” Lavender teased. “We pushed the beds together for some privacy, but obviously that didn’t stop you. Still want that drink?” Parvati still had the vodka bottle in her hands, and was waving it back and forth. Harry reached out to take it, but Parvati pulled it back.

“Nope; house rules Harry. You gotta be on the bed to drink.”

“He’s not getting in this bed with us,” Hermione hissed. Turning to her closest friend, she whispered, “Ginny, we’re all in our bedclothes!”

“That didn’t stop you from doing nothing when Harry saw just me,” she answered. “Why should I care now when all of you are put on display too?”

Hermione sarcastically smiled, but meanwhile Harry had taken off his slippers, and made to crawl onto the bed. With both doubles pushed together, it was wider than a king sized bed, and there was plenty of room for him. If he made Hermione nervous though, he’d just have to sit further away from her. But there was no way he was leaving without a few drinks of vodka, and suddenly the night wasn’t looking so bad.

“Come sit by me, Harry,” Parvati patted the space next to her. “Sit between me and Ginny, and that way we can share the vodka.”

Harry had to crawl around a still stiff Hermione to get to the spot, but managed to slide into the small space. Also sitting Indian style, one of his knees brushed up against Ginny’s bare leg, while the other half rested on Lavender’s outstretched one. Ginny had the decency to scoot over some and also pull down her nightshirt, but Lavender didn’t mind the contact, and started to put the finishing touches on Parvati’s hair.

“So,” Harry asked, finally with the liquor in his hands, “what have you all been talking about?” He took another long swig; maybe two shots worth, and passed the bottle back to Parvati.

“Well,” Ginny filled him in, “so far we’ve heard about both Lavender and Parvati’s kisses with Malfoy, we’ve talked about my ex Michael Corner, and I just asked Hermione if she had ever kissed Victor. Ron says she hasn’t, but I think he’s just hoping. There’s no way I’d let an international Quidditch star take me out on a date, and not get the chance to kiss him.”

“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.” Hermione had finally dropped her hands from her chest, only to cover her blushing face. Clearly she wasn’t handling this well.

“Oh,” Ginny almost added on as an afterthought, “Hermione’s also had the least amount to drink. We’ve all had three shots, but she’s only had one.”

“Wasn’t this all your idea, Hermione?” Harry asked. “I don’t think it’s fair the others are getting smashed on the vodka you specifically asked for.”

“I didn’t ask for it,” Hermione said. “Parvati was going to get Seamus to swipe something, but I wouldn’t trust whatever he gets his hands on. I told the girls I’d only drink Lemon Drops, because my Mum let me have one at a party this past summer, and it was tasty. I never expected to have to drink straight vodka! I had one shot, and that was bad enough.”

“It gets better, trust me.”

“Well,” Lavender piped in, “you may think it’s not fair that she’s not drunk enough Harry, but I think it’s unfair that we’re all in out nightclothes, while you’re still fully dressed.”

“Yes,” Parvati agreed. “If you want to stay to drink and talk, I think you need to change too.”

Ginny was giggling again, and Hermione just fumed.

“I don’t have any of my nightclothes with me though, so I can’t change.” Harry thought that would end the conversation.

“So? Ginny asked. “You’re wearing shorts under your trousers, right? What’s wrong with those?”

“Ginny! I’ve just got on boxers. I can’t strip down to those.” Harry normally wouldn’t mind, as they were just shorts, but with so many attractive girls around, if Harry got aroused there’d be no way of hiding it.

“Well, I’m in my boxers, and you don’t seem to mind,” Hermione said.

“See, Hermione’s game. How about it Harry?”

“Lavender, that’s not what I meant. Harry can take off all his clothes, and I still wouldn’t agree.”

“That’s not happening,” Harry promised. “I’ve got to face Ron in the morning and I don’t think I could if Hermione and Ginny saw me like that.”

“So you could get naked in front of just us then, Harry?” Parvati asked. Her hair was done with now, but Lavender was comfortable behind her friend, and made no effort to move.

“No!”

“We’re just teasing you, Harry,” Parvati informed him. “You only have to take off your pants; that’s it. Your boxers will still cover more than our knickers.” To prove her point, Parvati quickly flipped up the hem of her baby-doll teddy, and Harry caught a quick glance of more frilly underwear.

Lavender and Ginny were laughing again, and Hermione was outraged at her roommate’s behavior. Harry wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying though. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the half-naked women, but suddenly the idea of taking off his pants wasn’t so horrific anymore.

“Only if Hermione agrees to take two shots to catch up to everyone,” Harry said.

“I will not!”

“Please Hermione,” Ginny begged. “Do it for us.”

“No.” Hermione was still adamant about not drinking anymore.

“If you agree Hermione, I’ll teach you that spell you asked me about.” Harry wondered what kind of spell Lavender would know that Hermione couldn’t find in a book, and when Hermione blushed her deepest red yet, he could only imagine! Already his groin was starting to stir.

“But I get drunk very easily,” Hermione tried to defend herself. “I don’t want Harry to treat me any differently if I should do or say something silly.”

“Hermione,” Harry said, “after seeing you dressed like that, I’m already going to be treating you differently.”

Ginny laughed again, and this time fawned over Harry’s arm as she did so. Harry didn’t mind in the least.

When Hermione still refused to agree, Harry turned to drastic measures. “How about if I allow you to obliviate me in the morning, before I leave? That way you’ll be sure that I don’t remember anything inappropriate you might say.”

“Harry! That’s a dangerous spell. We only learned it this week in Charms, and none of us have cast it on a person yet. Something could go horribly wrong.”

“Oh please Hermione,” Harry praised her. “It’s not so hard to do, and I don’t think you’ve met the spell yet that you can’t cast.”

All the girls were in favor of the deal, and after another few minutes of pleading, Hermione eventually gave in. Her friends were always ragging on her that she was such a square, and she knew she’d never hear the end of it if she didn’t agree.

“But you have to take off you jeans first,” she said. Harry had no problem with that, and kneeled on his knees to start to undo his belt. A gasp of breath from Parvati stopping him though.

“Ginny, I dare you to take Harry’s pants off for him! You know you want to.”

“What?” She shrieked. Ginny was drunk, but not drunk enough to not be embarrassed.

“Hey,” Harry said. “If she does that, then I get to dare someone else when she’s done.”

Lavender grabbed the bottle from Parvati, and took a drink. “You mean you don’t mind Ginny taking your pants off for you?” She asked after her drink.

“Well,” Harry reasoned. “If I’m going to be obliviated in the morning, I won’t remember or be bothered by any of this I suppose. So why should I care? Besides, I might even enjoy it.” Realizing where the evening could be headed, Harry was thick with the flirting now. Even if he did get obliviated in the morning, this could turn out to be the best night of his life.

“Cool!” Ginny clapped her hands. Pulling Harry back up to his knees, Ginny put his hands on his head, and told him to keep them there. Harry agreed and smiled, and just watched as Ginny nudged closer to him, and lowered her face waist level. Not being familiar with muggle jeans or belts, she had to study the garments to figure out how they worked. The leather belt was easily enough removed, but Ginny got confused when she got to his fly. Unlike the zippers she had seen on some of her female friends’ jeans, Harry’s had all buttons.

“A button fly, Harry?” Hermione smirked. “Aren’t you the lucky one?”

Harry wholeheartedly agreed, but said nothing as Ginny gathered her courage and attacked the first button. High up on Harry’s waist, it was soon undone. Had she known more about jeans, she would have known by just pulling the two sides apart, the rest of the buttons would pop out themselves. Being ignorant though (answering Harry’s hopes), Ginny went to grab both sides of the fabric near the next button, very close to his dick. It wasn’t erect yet, but it wasn’t soft either. Currently Harry was standing at half-mast, most likely thanks to the liquor.

With each button she undid, Ginny’s hands became bolder and bolder, until on the last button she didn’t even bother trying to be discrete, and let her knuckles brush up against what she knew to be there. She swore Harry had an intake of sudden breath, but she was too embarrassed to look up to be certain. With all the buttons undone, Ginny reached back up to Harry’s hips, and linked her fingers in his belt loops. The jeans were snug, and she had to wiggle them back and forth to get them to move. But after a few yanks, they came off. Harry’s blue boxers started to slide down his legs too, until he dropped his hands from his head to catch them at the last moment. Before he yanked them back up, Ginny and the others caught sight of a thick patch of hair, right below his belly button. There was a small line of hair that connected them, and Ginny giggled as she couldn’t help tracing a finger over the line.

“Hey, that tickles!” Harry said. It felt so good in fact, that Harry had to quickly sit back down, letting the natural tenting of his shorts hide his growth. His jeans were well to his knees now, and he had to sit down anyway to lift his legs.

“Well, I told you not to move your hands,” Ginny said. “That’s just your punishment I guess.”

“I said you could take off my jeans, Ginny; not my shorts too.”

“Ahh, please Harry,” Parvati begged. Lavender and even Hermione were giggling now. Hermione had had one shot while Harry was being disrobed, and still had the bottle in her lap. “We’ll get Hermione even drunker if you let her,” Parvati further promised.

“You will not!” Hermione exclaimed. “I said two shots, and that’s all I’m going to have. I’m already feeling lightheaded.”

Pouting, Parvati just started to tickle Lavender’s calves, and Ginny finally got the jeans off the rest of Harry’s legs. Now clothed in only his boxer shorts and a thin tee-shirt, he too was in suitable attire, and Hermione was prodded to take her second shot. Harry was pleased to see she wasn’t trying to take small sips either, and had actually had more than a normal shot.

“So Harry, is that a wand in your pocket, or you happy to see us?” Lavender joked. Parvati laughed, but the rest groaned, as it was obviously the most unoriginal joke to make.

“Well, you can hardly blame me, can you?" Harry defended himself. “Besides, I see I’m not the only one Lavender.” Not wasting the opportunity for a come back, or to draw attention away from his lap, Harry pointed out her twin peaks still poking through the thin silk of her camisole.

“He’s got a point, Lavender,” Hermione giggled. She was relaxing real fast.

“Leave her breasts alone,” Parvati said. “I happen to like them.” Illustrating her point, Parvati reached around to tweak one with her fingers. Harry felt a sudden lurch in his lap, and what little restraint the alcohol he’d consumed had provided before was done away with.

“Parvati! Not in front of Harry! How slutty can you get?”

“Oh relax Hermione," Ginny said. “We all know Parvati and Lavender like to play. And like Harry pointed out, he won’t remember any of this come tomorrow morning.”

“You mean Parvati grabs Lavender’s tits regularly? Without being pissed drunk? Wow!”

“I grab her tits too,” Lavender said in a very prim and proper way. Then she lost it when Parvati tickled her knee, and the two broke out into a fresh round of giggles.”

“That reminds me,” Harry said. “I still have a dare to issue. I wonder who I should ask?”

“Oh, do me, do me!” Parvati screamed out. Waving her hands in the air, her heaving breasts almost bouncing out of her teddy, Harry couldn’t think of a reason in the world to not ask Parvati a dare.

“Okay Parvati. I dare you to….”


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AN: Evil of me to stop it there, huh? Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I don’t like when smut fics jump right into wild shagging, but I don’t like the NC17 ones either that make you wait 15 chapters before the first hint of a sex scene. I thought I’d ease into the smut, but do it in a fun and realistic (as realistic as this situation can be) way. My excuse for any OCCness behavior is that they’re all drunk, and like Harry said, he won’t remember anything in the morning anyway. I always thought Lavender and Parvati were very close in cannon, as Hermione’s never around to spend time with. So they might be more then friends, right? I’m sure the male population agrees with me at least. I hope I still maintained Hermione’s stubbornness and reluctance to break the rules in this chapter, as well as Ginny’s spunky behavior, and the ditz twins’, well, ditziness. Those lines will start to blur the more they drink, and eventually they’ll be so smashed it won’t matter. This update came fast, but the next will be a few days at least. Thank you to the 7 of you who have reviewed so far. For this fic being up less than a day, I think that’s pretty good here at AFF. My hit count is way up too, so that kind of stokes me. Later all!

Ross

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