The Day the Twinkle Died
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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2
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1,506
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6
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Chapter 2: Something in the water?
A/N: Ok we all know how this goes. I own nothing, nadda, zip! I’m just playing with them and I promise to put them back where I found them later..............honest......
Apologies for the long long long long (etc) delay in updating.....my brain wouldn\'t work.....so no luck my dears I have not abandoned this yet.....is that a good thing? Thanks to Allison my beta. *hugs* I\'m willing to hear any suggestions you readers may have or requests. No flames please because will have to hurt you........and I\'m kinda good at the revenge thing.....I\'m head of slytherin for a reason. :) (http://thaelixir.proboards49.com/index.cgi < GO VISIT! NOW! lol )
Ch. 2: Something in the Water?
Gryffindor had yet again, unsurprisingly, beaten Hufflepuff in their most recent Quidditch match. It was not a surprise because Gryffindor had the best seeker and captain since...well a very long time let’s put it that way. This fantastic athlete happened to be the famous boy-who-lived formally known as Harry Potter and tonight the pride and joy of the magical community was…drunk off his arse.
Said boy was currently babbling to his best friend, Ronald Weasley, about his great idea on how to kill Voldemort. All he needed was an army of flying monkeys and an Asda Lorry.
Ron wasn’t really listening as he was rather drunk too and it is rather difficult to concentrate when you are having your tonsils attacked by a rather enthusiastic 6th year.
”Mmphf,” agreed Ron through a mouth full of tongue, still not quite sure what Harry was on about but was sure it was another ‘bloody brilliant’ idea.
“Ha! See I knew I was right,” Harry slurred slightly falling forward and knocking his glass of fire whiskey over.
“Oopsey,” Harry giggled.
“Harry!” Hermione scolded as she swept past to clean up his mess on the floor. She was fed up. This was the third drink Harry had managed to spill in the last fifteen minutes and as the only sober person left, she was left to clear it up.
She wouldn’t have minded having a drink herself, truth be told, but yet again her bookish reputation landed her with babysitting the drunks and everything that came with it. So far tonight she had split up three fights, six acts of public indecent behaviour (that went far beyond Ron and his face attachment’s snogging fest), and played agony aunt to too many drunk and confused witches and wizards (she had stopped counting when the number reached 20).
The third years where trying, and not succeeding, to be sneaky and steal alcohol for their own private parties, while someone had set off another Weasley Wizarding Wheezes firework off above their heads, which continued to draw rude slogans in multi-coloured smoke and glitter.
“Harry if your going to keep spilling it then I’m not going to let you have anymore!”
“Spoil sport,” Harry slurred giggling to himself again.
“‘Mione, ‘mione, ‘mione,” Harry slurred, leaning forward so far he was slipping out of his chair “...you’ll know where I can get some flying monkeys...clever brain...and very curly,” he said clumsily stroking, well it was more like slapping, her head.
“What,” Hermione asked knowing too well she wouldn’t get any sense out of him, but was asking out of habit anyway.
“...like a nest,” Harry continued trying to bury his face in her curls and giggling to himself again.
“Harry I think you should stop drinking now, maybe have a coffee instead, or go to bed…even better,” she pushed him away, looking disgustedly at a damp patch in her hair where Harry had dribbled.
“Eww,” she breathed.
“Not sleepy,” said Harry flopping back into his chair with his eyes closed completely contradicting himself.
“Well go for a lie down then!” She growled, while thinking, ‘Anything to get him out of my hair…literally! ’
“Later,” Harry grumbled flopping his arm on the chair arm in a lazy gesture.
“Fine,” Hermione replied getting up off the floor and moving off to the other side of the room.
‘Boys,’ she thought exasperatedly, ‘and people wonder why I don’t bother dating them.’
***
Sometime later and minus the 6th year face attachment (who had passed out most likely due to lack of oxygen), Ron and Harry stumbled out of the common room portrait still giggling.
“Where are we going again Harry?” Ron asked in a brief moment of somewhere near clarity.
“Monkeys,” Harry replied giggling and holding onto the walls for support as he swayed.
“Oh yeah,” replied Ron with a goofy grin on his face and the two of them stumbled drunkenly down the stairs, bouncing off the walls as they attempted to turn corners as it was far easier than actually attempting to steer themselves properly.
“Harry...I’m hungry...let’s get a burger...lots of mayonnaise,” Ron slurred, drooling slightly and attempting to tug Harry in the direction that he believed to be the kitchens.
Harry was too far gone to argue. The world had taken on a funny blurry effect and he felt rather like he was in a hall of mirrors from one of those travelling fairs.
“Ok,” he mumbled, not quite sure what he was agreeing to, “and then the monkeys...maybe Dobby could get wings...”
Harry then threw one arm out in front of him in a pose he had seen from a superman cartoon.
“MONKEY ELF!”
Ron nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles and then fell through a nearby door into a girl’s bathroom.
“This isn’t the Kitchens,” he muttered as he sat with his long legs splayed out in front of him, still swaying.
“Shh,” Harry giggled as he stood swaying in the doorway, clinging on to the frame for dear life. “Batman might hear you!”
Ron climbed to his feet and attached himself to Harry once more.
“Reckon Batman might have some flying monkey elves?” he asked once upright and putting his heavy head on his friends shoulder.
“Yeah...probably...let’s get them yeah?” Harry asked pulling his friend out of the girl’s toilets.
“To the dungeons!” Ron cried
“Nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, BATMAN,” they sang as the bounced off of more walls heading to what would, undoubtedly have been their doom.
...If they had been heading in the right direction of course.
~*~*~*~
A/N: Well hope you like my update. I\'m not abandoning it. I hope to update again soon and thanks again to Allison who agreed to correct my horrible spelling etc. I am also looking for suggestions as to what you think should happen next so go review and make some suggestions!
Please feed the writer as she didn’t get enough chocolate for easter and seriously still needs a boost!
oh yes and come join me and a hundred odd crazy people here: http://thaelixir.proboards49.com . My very nutty family of fan fic friends! LOVE YOU GUYS!
May I also add I dedicate this chapter to Elayne and Ashley who ROCK and keep me plotting as well as Betz and Wicked who keep me occupied in RPG#1 Betz your Severus inspires me :)
Apologies for the long long long long (etc) delay in updating.....my brain wouldn\'t work.....so no luck my dears I have not abandoned this yet.....is that a good thing? Thanks to Allison my beta. *hugs* I\'m willing to hear any suggestions you readers may have or requests. No flames please because will have to hurt you........and I\'m kinda good at the revenge thing.....I\'m head of slytherin for a reason. :) (http://thaelixir.proboards49.com/index.cgi < GO VISIT! NOW! lol )
Ch. 2: Something in the Water?
Gryffindor had yet again, unsurprisingly, beaten Hufflepuff in their most recent Quidditch match. It was not a surprise because Gryffindor had the best seeker and captain since...well a very long time let’s put it that way. This fantastic athlete happened to be the famous boy-who-lived formally known as Harry Potter and tonight the pride and joy of the magical community was…drunk off his arse.
Said boy was currently babbling to his best friend, Ronald Weasley, about his great idea on how to kill Voldemort. All he needed was an army of flying monkeys and an Asda Lorry.
Ron wasn’t really listening as he was rather drunk too and it is rather difficult to concentrate when you are having your tonsils attacked by a rather enthusiastic 6th year.
”Mmphf,” agreed Ron through a mouth full of tongue, still not quite sure what Harry was on about but was sure it was another ‘bloody brilliant’ idea.
“Ha! See I knew I was right,” Harry slurred slightly falling forward and knocking his glass of fire whiskey over.
“Oopsey,” Harry giggled.
“Harry!” Hermione scolded as she swept past to clean up his mess on the floor. She was fed up. This was the third drink Harry had managed to spill in the last fifteen minutes and as the only sober person left, she was left to clear it up.
She wouldn’t have minded having a drink herself, truth be told, but yet again her bookish reputation landed her with babysitting the drunks and everything that came with it. So far tonight she had split up three fights, six acts of public indecent behaviour (that went far beyond Ron and his face attachment’s snogging fest), and played agony aunt to too many drunk and confused witches and wizards (she had stopped counting when the number reached 20).
The third years where trying, and not succeeding, to be sneaky and steal alcohol for their own private parties, while someone had set off another Weasley Wizarding Wheezes firework off above their heads, which continued to draw rude slogans in multi-coloured smoke and glitter.
“Harry if your going to keep spilling it then I’m not going to let you have anymore!”
“Spoil sport,” Harry slurred giggling to himself again.
“‘Mione, ‘mione, ‘mione,” Harry slurred, leaning forward so far he was slipping out of his chair “...you’ll know where I can get some flying monkeys...clever brain...and very curly,” he said clumsily stroking, well it was more like slapping, her head.
“What,” Hermione asked knowing too well she wouldn’t get any sense out of him, but was asking out of habit anyway.
“...like a nest,” Harry continued trying to bury his face in her curls and giggling to himself again.
“Harry I think you should stop drinking now, maybe have a coffee instead, or go to bed…even better,” she pushed him away, looking disgustedly at a damp patch in her hair where Harry had dribbled.
“Eww,” she breathed.
“Not sleepy,” said Harry flopping back into his chair with his eyes closed completely contradicting himself.
“Well go for a lie down then!” She growled, while thinking, ‘Anything to get him out of my hair…literally! ’
“Later,” Harry grumbled flopping his arm on the chair arm in a lazy gesture.
“Fine,” Hermione replied getting up off the floor and moving off to the other side of the room.
‘Boys,’ she thought exasperatedly, ‘and people wonder why I don’t bother dating them.’
***
Sometime later and minus the 6th year face attachment (who had passed out most likely due to lack of oxygen), Ron and Harry stumbled out of the common room portrait still giggling.
“Where are we going again Harry?” Ron asked in a brief moment of somewhere near clarity.
“Monkeys,” Harry replied giggling and holding onto the walls for support as he swayed.
“Oh yeah,” replied Ron with a goofy grin on his face and the two of them stumbled drunkenly down the stairs, bouncing off the walls as they attempted to turn corners as it was far easier than actually attempting to steer themselves properly.
“Harry...I’m hungry...let’s get a burger...lots of mayonnaise,” Ron slurred, drooling slightly and attempting to tug Harry in the direction that he believed to be the kitchens.
Harry was too far gone to argue. The world had taken on a funny blurry effect and he felt rather like he was in a hall of mirrors from one of those travelling fairs.
“Ok,” he mumbled, not quite sure what he was agreeing to, “and then the monkeys...maybe Dobby could get wings...”
Harry then threw one arm out in front of him in a pose he had seen from a superman cartoon.
“MONKEY ELF!”
Ron nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles and then fell through a nearby door into a girl’s bathroom.
“This isn’t the Kitchens,” he muttered as he sat with his long legs splayed out in front of him, still swaying.
“Shh,” Harry giggled as he stood swaying in the doorway, clinging on to the frame for dear life. “Batman might hear you!”
Ron climbed to his feet and attached himself to Harry once more.
“Reckon Batman might have some flying monkey elves?” he asked once upright and putting his heavy head on his friends shoulder.
“Yeah...probably...let’s get them yeah?” Harry asked pulling his friend out of the girl’s toilets.
“To the dungeons!” Ron cried
“Nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, nana, BATMAN,” they sang as the bounced off of more walls heading to what would, undoubtedly have been their doom.
...If they had been heading in the right direction of course.
~*~*~*~
A/N: Well hope you like my update. I\'m not abandoning it. I hope to update again soon and thanks again to Allison who agreed to correct my horrible spelling etc. I am also looking for suggestions as to what you think should happen next so go review and make some suggestions!
Please feed the writer as she didn’t get enough chocolate for easter and seriously still needs a boost!
oh yes and come join me and a hundred odd crazy people here: http://thaelixir.proboards49.com . My very nutty family of fan fic friends! LOVE YOU GUYS!
May I also add I dedicate this chapter to Elayne and Ashley who ROCK and keep me plotting as well as Betz and Wicked who keep me occupied in RPG#1 Betz your Severus inspires me :)