Harry and Ron are in the Hills

Harry and Ron Are in the H-Hills

CH.1- Sedated

A man who appears to be the director walks on the set. He's holding a megaphone, which he currently brings up to his mouth. "Cue the chorus! Two minutes 'till show-time people!" One minute, fifty-five seconds later, a blond woman in glasses calls, "In five, four, three, two, and... action!" The curtain opens and the chorus walks onstage. Someone in the audience coughs, the orchestra sounds, and the conductor signals the singers to begin.

Get your motor running

Head out on the highway

Lookin' for adventure

In whatever comes our way

We were born, born to be wild

We can climb so high

I never want to die

Born to be wild

Born to be wild

The lights fade and the set changes to show dozens of students running out of school. Most are yelling with excitement. The scene zooms in to show three particular students with their diplomas in hand. They're hugging and congratulating each other. All of a sudden, the three exchange knowing glances and jump in the nearby lake. "Woo-hoo!!!" Quickly, the background changes again. This time, into the present. Here, our story begins. Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger have graduated from their seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizrdry. The three had been chums then, and continued their friendship a year later. Harry and Ron were flat mates and Hermione stayed not too far away in London.

Hermione remembered the days of scolding Ron about things which had, very often, become habits. For instance, he had a way of saying "bloody" and "bollocks" so often within each sentence, that she would constantly remind him to watch his language. Now she found herself using the same "language" as an adult. She now grinned as she recalled his speechless expressions after being reprimanded. Oh, how innocent it all was. Hermione's grin became even wider as she thought about how their relationship was no longer one of the innocent kind. Just last night, he had been in her sitting room, wearing only blue boxers, on which his mother had (quite adorably) stitched his initials. Needless to say, "they did it all for the nookie." This now seemed to be a weekly occurrence between the two.

Last month, Ron had told Hermione how he really felt about her. She thought it was all pretty blatant, but this was Ron here. He always took, to quote himself, " a bloody long time" to get hold of any stray emotions. Flashback. Lights dim and Ron and Hermione can be seen sitting on a sofa in Ron's flat. Harry is in the kitchen with Ginny, Ron's younger sister. Ron is holding onto a guitar and the chorus comes (discreetly) into the background. Ron begins playing, but instead of his voice, the chorus sings...

When I had you to myself

I didn't want you around

Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd

But someone picked you from the bunch

one glance was all it took

Now it's much too late for me to take a second look

Oh baby give me one more chance

(to show you that I love you)

Won't you please let me

(back in your heart)

Oh darlin' I was blind to let you go

(let you go baby)

But now since I see you in his arms

(I want you back)

Yes I do now

(I want you back)

Ooh ooh baby

(I want you back)

Ya ya ya ya

(I want you back)

Na na na na

Tryin' to live without your love

Is one long sleepless night

Let me show you girl

That I know wrong from right

Every street you walk on

I leave tear stains on the ground

Following the girl

I didn't even want around

Let me tell you now

Oh baby all I need is one more chance

(show you that I love you)

Won't you please let me

(back to your heart)

Oh darlin' I was blind to let you go

(let you go baby)

But now since I see you in his arms...

"Oh, Ron! I never really loved anyone other than you!" Hermione completely gushes over him before they begin their first (of many) snogging sessions. Ron leans over Hermione and then they fall off the couch.

"Ouch. Well, you know what they say. No pain, no gain." Laughter fades into the background before the lovers regain their smooching position.

The lights dim again and we're back to the present. Damn. It's already past eight, Hermione thought, breaking through her daydreams. She was due for a party at Harry and Ron's. They were hosting somewhat of a reunion of former Hogwarts students. Ginny, Fred and George Weasley (twins, and two of Ron's older brothers), and Oliver Wood (former, and quite obsessive captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team) would be there. Not to mention various other close friends of the group.

It was a chilly winter evening when Hermione arrived in front of the door. She could already hear music blaring from the inside.

Twenty- four, twenty- four hours to go. I want to be sedated.

She pulled out her compact mirror, and flattened her hair a bit. At times, it proved almost as unruly as Harry's dark mop. After knocking on the door, for what seemed like the hundredth time, Ron finally appeared from the other side.

"Sorry, Hermione," he yelled over the music. "It's hard to hear!" He then kissed her and embraced her in a warm hug. "I've missed you," he said.

"But you just saw me last night. Actually, this morning, since you left around three," she replied.

He gave a mischievous grin. "Yeah, I know. But I still missed your lovin'."

Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane. I can't control my fingers. I can't control my brain. Oh no oh oh oh oh.

As they walked further inside, Hermione was greeted by Dean and Lavander. "All right, Hermione?" asked Dean.

"All right," she replied while walking towards the bar.

Seamus, Fred, and George were manning their stations. "So what'll it be? Shall I pass the Courvosier," said Fred.

A short span of music began in the background. "Pass the Courvosier. Everybody sing it now. Pass the Courvosier." A chorus line had suddenly appeared and disappeared just as quickly.

"Where'd they come from?" Seamus asked.

"No idea," replied Ron darkly. "But I don't like it."

"Well, anyway. On with the scene shall we," said Hermione.

"So...how about a Bourbon," put in George. "Or a straight Vodka?" added Seamus. Hermione laughed. Same old party boys... with or without Hogwarts.

"How about a beer?" Hermione asked.

"Anything for the lovely lady," was Fred's reply.

Ron grabbed Hermione's waist and said, "Come on." He began to kiss her behind the neck and whispered, "You know you want to."

Before she could reply, the Weasley twins sang, "Ron and Hermione sitting in a tree.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"What are we in pre-school?" Ron asked, ears going a bit roguish in color.

Hermione grinned, but whispered, "That's exactly why there will be NO TOUCHY until they're all too drunk to notice." With that, she slapped Ron's hand promptly as he began to reach for her again, in a not-so-obvious area.

Drinks in hand, Hermione and Ron decided to join Harry. They were laughing with a group consisting of Oliver, Ginny, Parvati Patil, and Cho Chang, who had been Harry's crush in their fourth year.

Oliver and Cho were trying to show everyone some new dance moves they picked up on their trip to America last month. By this time, it was evident that they were "pissed" drunk, so everyone just decided to let them entertain. Oliver whispered something into Parvati's ear and she promptly went to get a CD from Oliver's jacket and put it in. Everyone began laughing when they heard what it was.

Shake ya ass. Watch yourself. Shake ya ass. Show me what you're workin' with.

As the music progressed, Oliver jumped on a table and Cho followed. They both began a strange sort of disco dance, which unfortunately, wasn't new, or American. If it wasn't for the unbreakable spell on all of the furniture, the table might have snapped in half.

Attention all you playas and pimps. Right now is the place to be. I thought I told y'all dudes before y'all dudes can't mess with me. Now this ain't for small booties here. No, sir, 'cause that won't pass. But if you feel you got the biggest one, now mamma come shake ya ass.

Oliver was now jumping up and down furiously while Cho was stripping off her clothes. But before it got too far, someone banged on the door.

"Open up, Potter! I know you're in there. I could only hear you from three floors down!"

"Uh, oh..."

It was Draco, the flat owner, and former enemy of Harry, Ron, and Hermione while they were still at Hogwarts. He was always threatening to throw Ron and Harry out for some reason or other. He now looked positively livid.

"I think he's gone barmy," Ron whispered in the background.

"Um... I can explain," Harry started.

Draco ignored him and said, "There's no need to explain. But if you're going to have a party, the least you lot could do is invite me."

With a sigh of relief, Harry invited him in and offered a drink. Well into the morning, the party was still raging. But around five, Fred had passed out behind the bar with Angelina Johnson. Oliver and Cho had gotten sick and now lay in the bathtub. Hermione and Ron were in a back room doing "ungodly" things.

The chorus line appeared again. Wherever, whenever we're meant to be together. I'll be there and you'll be near. And that's the deal my dear.

Ron remarked, "God, that's annoying!"

"I agree," Hermione said. "But what can you do about an author's vision? Plus, the song is relevant to our current situation."

"Shut up." Ron kissed her and there was silence.

Outside, everyone else still stood (or rather, leaned on whatever they could hold onto) in the sitting room. They hugged in a big circle, most holding alcoholic beverages in their hands while singing to the chorus of "We Are the Champions." Every party since fifth year seemed to end with this song.

We are the champions my friends. And we'll keep on fighting 'till the end. 'Cause we are the champions. We are the champions. No time for losers. 'Cause we are the champions... of the world.

Eventually, guests stumbled out into the hall, bracing one another. Those who were passed out would remain where they were until morning. Slowly, but surely, everyone was sedated as Draco (also drunk by now) thanked Harry for the "smashing party" and had chopped off a month's rent. Harry then went to collapse on his bed, but Hermione and Ron were asleep there and Ron's bedroom was inhabited by a rather preoccupied George Weasley and Alicia Spinnet. Harry sighed, and proceeded to puke in the toilet.

Coming up: The morning after. Major hangovers and a "brill" idea for the holidays.