Harry and Ron are in the Hills

CH.3- Too Many Pina Coladas...

Summary: Just a bit tipsy, the gang decides to play "Truth or Dare," but they end up going on a little adventure.

The chorus is cued once again and the stage curtains open. The orchestra begins and they sing....

If you like Pina Coladas,

And getting caught in the rain,

If you're not into yoga,

If you have half a brain,

If you like making love at midnight,

In the dunes on the cape,

Then I'm the love that you've looked for,

Write to me and escape.

The singing ends and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny can be seen sitting on the floor of Hermione's flat, laughing. A little tipsy, they decided to play a game of "Truth or Dare."

Ron's voice suddenly sounded. "Truth or Dare Harry?"

"Um..." He always had the hardest time deciding which would result in the mildest consequences. Especially, after a round of Ron's special drinks.

"Well?" Ron asked again. "Answer or drink another shot."

The coladas were good, Harry reasoned, but his stomach had had enough.

"Truth," he finally said. He winced, waiting for the question.

"Okay." Ron began smirking. "Name, in order, all of the girls you've snogged since sixth year." This was new, Harry mused. His face, instead of Ron's was beginning to go red.

"Um... dare! I've changed my mind. I could go skinny dipping... in a cold lake. I might get a bit of frostbite, but I can't answer that question." In reality, Harry had only kissed Ginny, once this past week, actually.

Meanwhile, Hermione looked disgustedly at Ron. " Gag me with a spoon. You know, there are two girls here who might mind hearing about Harry's 'playa' exploits, Ron." She now turned on Harry and he cringed, waiting to hear what she would say. But it wasn't what he thought. "So, you're telling me that you actually want to go skinny dipping." she asked Harry, eyebrows raised. Meanwhile, Ginny was overcome with a fit of giggles, with a mental picture of Harry in his skivvies.

"Why not," replied Harry. "How about right now!" Of course, he wasn't actually serious, but Ron obviously thought he was and replied,

"I'm in the mood for a bit of a swim. It's the middle of December, but we could go to Fred's house. He's got an indoor pool. I may be fall-on-my-arse drunk, but I'm not stupid enough to get frostbite." He then winked at Harry. The two laughed for about five minutes, and upon gaining (near) composure, Ginny put in,

"But, Ron. What are we going to do with all this alcohol? We can't waste good beer." She had a point. They weren't really drunk, but they had planned to be, and still had a vast supply of their preferred beverage left.

Now Hermione said, "Well, we could always bring it with us."

And with that, the four left the flat and took a cab to Fred's house not too far away.

Upon arriving, they went straight to Fred's garden. No one was home, as Fred and George were on a business trip, advertising their new line of joke products in Hawaii.

Hermione, who had always been the best at spells, muttered Alohomora, though it took an unusually long time to take effect.

Once inside, Harry and Hermione looked around with amazement. They had never been to Fred's house before, and were surprised to see how large it was. The main house was across the lawn, and looked like a miniature mansion. But the area they were at now, had lighted glass floors and the pool was heated. Thin tiles could be seen at the bottom. But more importantly...

"So, who's going to go first," asked Harry.

Ginny replied, "Well, since this was partly your idea, why don't you?"

"Well, she's got a pint, I mean point, there mate," Ron chuckled.

Harry looked around nervously at Ginny and Hermione. "You won't laugh at me if I'm, um... inadequate, will you?" Both girls fell on the floor laughing. "What's so funny?" Harry was being completely serious about what he'd just said. Not wanting to stir up trouble, Ron just grabbed a few beers and tossed one to Harry. After taking a swig, he began stripping his clothes and jumped off the diving board and into the water.

"It's all good," he said. "Care to join me, 'Mione?" Hermione, who was usually the most cautious of the group, was clearly affected by the alcohol content as she abandoned all reason and stripped to her "birthday suit" as well. She also jumped in. Soon enough, she and Ron had begun snogging and were dragging themselves deeper and deeper underwater.

And now, a brief stint from our lovely chorus.

Whenever, wherever

We're meant to be together

I'll be there and you'll be near

And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder

You'll never have to wonder

We can always play by ear

And that's the deal my dear

In response, Ron only raised a rather selective finger, as he was too busy with Hermione.

Meanwhile, Ginny, not wanting to be "outstripped" by Harry, took off her clothes first and went in.

By, now, Harry had had three more beers, and was feeling a bit more confidant. He began to running about like a mad chicken, and took of his belt, then his pants, then... the chorus?

"What are you lot doing back here?" asked Ginny. Hermione, exasperated, now came up for air, as did Ron.

"Yeah, I thought we told you to clear off," Ron said.

"Author's vision, Ron. Do I have to spell it out?" replied Hermione, sighing.

They both dived back underwater.

And so, the chorus began to sing,

Yeah, they was dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin'. And just when it hit me, somebody turned around and shouted, "Play that funky music, white boy. Play that funky music right. Play that funky music, white boy. Lay down that boogie and play that funky music 'till you die."

Harry, being completely drunk, began trying to break dance. He tried to get the chorus to keep singing but they were gone and he was, without realizing it, down to none, clothes-wise. He chugged down the rest of his beer and jumped in. The rest of the night, the four friends moved to the hot tub, while sharing some heart-felt drunken stories. ("One time, when I was drunk last year...")

The beer count was now up to 102 between them, so they decided to stay at Fred's for the night. After all, he wouldn't be back for another week (right?)

It was then, that a stumbling and stuttering Hermione, got an idea. "Why don't we do this again?"

"Dumb fucking bastards!" replied Harry, who obviously had no idea what was going on.

"Shit, yeah!" Ginny said.

"Abso-bloody-lutely!" was Ron's response.

The rest had consented, and it was resolved. There would most definitely be a New Year's Party and it would be... on a cruise ship.