The Fire from Within
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,873
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Scene 1
For some reason Hermione was in one of those moods. One when you didn’t care about anyone or anything. She was speeding well over the limit and went around turn barely touching her brakes. She was doing nothing she normally would have done. There was a fire in her eye and something was rumbling in the pit of her stomach.
“Damn red lights,” she said as she came to a complete stop. In the corner of her eye she spotted a bright neon red sign reading OPEN 24 HOURS. “Yes. Finally some food… or just drinks,” her eyes widened. The thought of cold hard liquor made her whole body tingle with anticipation.
The light turned green and Hermione made a sharp right turn. She pulled into the parking lot and found just the right spot under a street light not too far from the door. She turned off the engine and pulled out her compact. She powered her face then took out her small shiny black lipstick container. She twirled up the brightest fire engine red and traced her delicate soft lips. Hermione never paid for drinks.
She stepped out of the car, locked it, and checked her hair in the window. Perfect. Her hips swiveled as she walked to the front door. The only noise outside at that time was her red stiletto pumps touching the concrete. Click. Click. Click.
The heavy silver door opened with a high pitched squeak and all heads turned to see who was in the door way. As she took a couple steps in to look around, she could feel everyone’s eye zone in on her. Right at that moment she felt powerful and exotic.
She headed toward the bar and hopped onto a bar stool. She looked left and she looked right trying to find her prey. There he was sitting five stools away. He was an older man with grey hair that was beginning to thin out. He was someone who needed a little love. She smiled at him showing her pearly whites and gave him a wink. He was only too happy to leave the comfort of his stool to walk over and introduce himself.
“Hey there pretty lady, the names Charlie. What’s your name?”
“Hello Charlie. I’m…” she smiled and leaned closer to him, “I’m Viola and I really need a drink.”
“Anything you want Viola darling.” He waved to the bartender, “Hey bartender I need a…” Charlie looked over at her for an answer.
“Umm… Tequila please.”
The bartender smiled, “Right away.”
They sat next to each other practically twirling their thumbs while waiting for her drink. He had no idea how to start a conversation with a gorgeous young lady and she definitely had nothing to say to him. As soon as her drink was up, she said thanks, gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek and went to a table far away from him. He was utterly confused, so he shrugged his shoulders and left the bar.
Hermione was almost finished with her drink when the next guy came along. This one was closer to her age with jet black hair and smoky blue eyes. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He had to have been a rugby or polo player.
“Hey baby,” he said taking the seat next to her, “what’s your sign?”
She rolled her eyes and wiped out her wand pointing it to just below his waist line. “Don’t you even think about hitting on me or trying to put a move on me or…” she smiled and looked into his eyes, “or else your Mr. Willy the one eyed monster will never be happy again.”
“Whoa. Whoa there sugar plum. I just wanted to buy you a drink. You look like you need a refill.”
“Whatever. Just please stop with the ridiculous pet names.”
He chuckled,” Ok… What would you like?”
“I’ll have… One bourbon… One scotch… And one b…”
“Beer?”
“Oh god no! Make it a Jack Daniels… Yeah, that’s what I want.” She smiled, “Thanks.”
As he walked off to get the drinks, she pulled out her compact and lipstick. She touched up her powder and retraced her lips. Perfect yet again. Just as she was putting her items away, he returned with all the drinks.
“How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself,” he said placing the tray on the small table. ”I’m sorry, my name is Robert. What’s yours?”
“I’m uhh…” Hermione downed all three shots. “I’m leaving.” She stood up making a face, but then shook it off. Her body was warm and fuzzy all over.
“Wait a minute Huny. I just bought you three drinks,” he grabbed her arm,” Now you’re going to sit down and have a nice conversation with me.”
“Oh really,” she smiled,” I don’t think so!” She whipped out her wand and sent him flying backwards across the room. “I’m not your Huny.”
She quickly stumbled out the door and over to her car. Her stomach started to spin in circles. She bent over and threw up every drink she just had. “Ugh gross,” she said standing up. Hermione should have remembered the old saying about beer and booze.
Liquor before beer
you’re in the clear
Beer before liquor
you’re never sicker
She wiped of her face and hopped back into her car. She started the engine, changed her CD and headed off to her next destination. She still had no idea where she was going.
“Damn red lights,” she said as she came to a complete stop. In the corner of her eye she spotted a bright neon red sign reading OPEN 24 HOURS. “Yes. Finally some food… or just drinks,” her eyes widened. The thought of cold hard liquor made her whole body tingle with anticipation.
The light turned green and Hermione made a sharp right turn. She pulled into the parking lot and found just the right spot under a street light not too far from the door. She turned off the engine and pulled out her compact. She powered her face then took out her small shiny black lipstick container. She twirled up the brightest fire engine red and traced her delicate soft lips. Hermione never paid for drinks.
She stepped out of the car, locked it, and checked her hair in the window. Perfect. Her hips swiveled as she walked to the front door. The only noise outside at that time was her red stiletto pumps touching the concrete. Click. Click. Click.
The heavy silver door opened with a high pitched squeak and all heads turned to see who was in the door way. As she took a couple steps in to look around, she could feel everyone’s eye zone in on her. Right at that moment she felt powerful and exotic.
She headed toward the bar and hopped onto a bar stool. She looked left and she looked right trying to find her prey. There he was sitting five stools away. He was an older man with grey hair that was beginning to thin out. He was someone who needed a little love. She smiled at him showing her pearly whites and gave him a wink. He was only too happy to leave the comfort of his stool to walk over and introduce himself.
“Hey there pretty lady, the names Charlie. What’s your name?”
“Hello Charlie. I’m…” she smiled and leaned closer to him, “I’m Viola and I really need a drink.”
“Anything you want Viola darling.” He waved to the bartender, “Hey bartender I need a…” Charlie looked over at her for an answer.
“Umm… Tequila please.”
The bartender smiled, “Right away.”
They sat next to each other practically twirling their thumbs while waiting for her drink. He had no idea how to start a conversation with a gorgeous young lady and she definitely had nothing to say to him. As soon as her drink was up, she said thanks, gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek and went to a table far away from him. He was utterly confused, so he shrugged his shoulders and left the bar.
Hermione was almost finished with her drink when the next guy came along. This one was closer to her age with jet black hair and smoky blue eyes. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He had to have been a rugby or polo player.
“Hey baby,” he said taking the seat next to her, “what’s your sign?”
She rolled her eyes and wiped out her wand pointing it to just below his waist line. “Don’t you even think about hitting on me or trying to put a move on me or…” she smiled and looked into his eyes, “or else your Mr. Willy the one eyed monster will never be happy again.”
“Whoa. Whoa there sugar plum. I just wanted to buy you a drink. You look like you need a refill.”
“Whatever. Just please stop with the ridiculous pet names.”
He chuckled,” Ok… What would you like?”
“I’ll have… One bourbon… One scotch… And one b…”
“Beer?”
“Oh god no! Make it a Jack Daniels… Yeah, that’s what I want.” She smiled, “Thanks.”
As he walked off to get the drinks, she pulled out her compact and lipstick. She touched up her powder and retraced her lips. Perfect yet again. Just as she was putting her items away, he returned with all the drinks.
“How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself,” he said placing the tray on the small table. ”I’m sorry, my name is Robert. What’s yours?”
“I’m uhh…” Hermione downed all three shots. “I’m leaving.” She stood up making a face, but then shook it off. Her body was warm and fuzzy all over.
“Wait a minute Huny. I just bought you three drinks,” he grabbed her arm,” Now you’re going to sit down and have a nice conversation with me.”
“Oh really,” she smiled,” I don’t think so!” She whipped out her wand and sent him flying backwards across the room. “I’m not your Huny.”
She quickly stumbled out the door and over to her car. Her stomach started to spin in circles. She bent over and threw up every drink she just had. “Ugh gross,” she said standing up. Hermione should have remembered the old saying about beer and booze.
Liquor before beer
you’re in the clear
Beer before liquor
you’re never sicker
She wiped of her face and hopped back into her car. She started the engine, changed her CD and headed off to her next destination. She still had no idea where she was going.