The Alcohol Chronicles

"Hey, it's me," a familiar voice said on the line. This was Hermione. "I'm on my way over right now. I've got Draco and Ron with me."

" Good. Seamus, Cho, and Justin are here already. The twins and Ginny are on their way as well," Harry responded.

" Do we need to make a stop and stock up, or do you have enough?"

There was the clicking on cabinet doors and then Harry spoke. "After how much we bought last time, I don't think that there's going to be a problem. Just hurry up and get over here."

" Alright. See you then."

Hermione hung up the cell phone and tossed it in the back to Draco. He caught it and shoved it in the pocket to his cargo pants. Hermione drove a little bit faster and in less than five minutes pulled to a stop on the curb outside of a large apartment building. The three of them got out and walked inside.

They walked up a few flights of stairs and then stood in front of an apartment marked number 567. They didn't even have time to knock before Seamus Finnigan opened the door to let them in.

" Hullo, Love," he said as he brushed his lips across Hermione's cheek.

" Hey," Hermione responded in kind. She wasn't Seamus's girlfriend, but they were still very close. Hermione had worked with Seamus's real girlfriend before she had died a few years before.

The three of them walked in the apartment and found that the other three Weasley siblings had already arrived. They were standing at the back of the room turning on some loud, offensive music.

Harry popped his head around the corner and smiled as he saw them walk in. "Good," he said as he walked into the living room with a few bottles in hand. "I was going to call and make sure that you were still alive. Took you a bloody long time to get here."

Well it is a Friday night. The traffic in London does get bad, you know," Hermione said as Harry sat the bottles down and walked over to embrace her in a friendly hug.

"Can we just get down to business already?" Justin whined from the couch. Cho nodded her head in agreement with him.

"Alright, alright," Harry said as he backed away from Hermione. He walked back into the kitchen, brought out a few shot glasses, and sat them next to the bottles on the table that he had brought into the living room.

The ten friends all went and took their seats at the large wooden table. They all sat looking at each other expectantly. This was Friday night. Their night to get piss drunk and stumble about the apartment like nothing else mattered. This had been their Friday night routine for a few weeks now. It was the only free night that any of them had since their jobs all kept them tied up pretty good.

Harry reached in a jar he had sitting on a shelf nearby and pulled back with a handful of American quarters. He laid them on the table and everyone took one until they were gone.

"Cho, you were the champion last week, you do the honors tonight," Fred beamed. Cho smiled and grabbed a hold of a large bottle of tequila sitting in the middle next to a shot glass that had been left sitting in the middle when everything else was cleared off. She poured the fluid into the glass and put the bottle to the side, out of the way.

"Okay," Harry said as he smiled. "Let's go."

The first quarter was bounced onto the surface of the table by Ginny. It bounced and overshot the glass by a few inches. Everyone else began to bounce his or her quarters off of the table, trying to get it to land in the glass. This was the object of the game.

After each quarter was thrown, there was a short scampering to get the coins back as more and more people kept bouncing theirs' off of the table. There were many clicking sounds as quarters bounced from the table, grazing the small shot glass, but only when there was a soft dunking sound did everyone cease their coins.

"I believe that one belongs to me," Ron said proudly. He looked around at the rest of the people sitting at the table. They all waited expectantly for him to pick them. "I think that Ginny will be the one to do the honors tonight."

"Damnit, Ron." Ginny took the glass as Ron handed it to her. "Thanks a bunch," she said as she glared at him. "I'll drink to your death. I'll be kicking the shit out of you later."

(A/n: The object of this game was to bounce quarters off of the table and have them land in the glass. The person who makes their quarter in gets to pick someone else to take the shot of whatever substance was in the glass. In this case, tequila.)

Ginny brought the glass to her lips and shut her eyes as everyone watched her down the shot quickly, taking the quarter in her mouth with the drink. She sat the glass back down on the table and gripped the edge of the wood tightly as a spasm shook her body. She hated tequila. Everything about it, especially the way it burned going down. After the spasm stopped, she spit the quarter into her hand and wiped it dry on her shirt.

The other nine people at the table laughed heartily and complemented Ginny on her drinking know-how.

"Well, let's have another go, shall we?" Draco asked as he poised his hand over the bottle of tequila sitting behind him. He took a hold of it and filled the small glass up to the rim and sat it in the middle of the small puddle of drink that had been left from the last game.

"Go!" Harry said.

Once again they began to throw their quarters onto the table. It wasn't long before another one made it in. This time the coin belonged to Draco and he gave a devilish smile in Hermione's direction. He picked up the glass and handed it to her.

"Goddamnit, Draco. Can't you men pick on someone besides the women?" Hermione droned.

"Of course not. Now take the damn drink."

Hermione brought the glass to her lips and tipped it back in the same fashion as Ginny had. She opened her eyes wide after taking the drink and wiped away the tears that welled up.

Several more rounds had been played and by the time the bottle was empty, Fred had chosen Justin to drink, Cho chose Seamus, Hermione chose Harry, George chose Malfoy, Ginny chose Ron, and Harry had chosen Fred. It had not been a full bottle they had, but there was still enough to go around. And by this time, they had discarded the table and were now just drinking out of individual shot glasses full of whatever was within their reach.

Harry and Hermione were both laid out on the couch. Harry had a large bottle of hundred-proof vodka in his left hand and Hermione was straddling his lap to reach up and get it. Harry did not mind this for obvious reasons. He grabbed a hand behind Hermione's waist and leaned forward, landing on top of her and pinning her to the couch. He still held the bottle of vodka, but it was close to the floor, so he let it drop.

"You know, I though' you looked good when you walked in, bu' the vodka enhances tha' effect," Harry said as he flashed her a smile. His speech was slurred slightly from what he had already had to drink. There was vodka on his chin, and to any normal person he would have looked like a disgusting drunk, but to Hermione he was looking damn good.

"Oooohhhh, I like the way you talk Mr. Potter," Hermione giggled.

"I like the way you look, Miss Granger," Harry said.

"I like the way you smell."

"I smell like vodka."

"Tha's why. Now how abou' you pass me that bottle."

"What bottle? This bottle?" Harry said as he reached down to grab it. In his attempt he knocked it over, and most of what was left inside went spilling on the carpet.

"Awe," Harry said, pouting. "There's only one more drink lef'."

"And it belongs to me," Hermione said as she reached for the bottle. Harry beat her to it and drank what was remaining.

"You bitch!" Hermione yelled loudly. Justin and Seamus, who were deep in conversation looked up at Harry and Hermione. They shrugged it off and went back to talking. They had always been the serious ones when it came to being drunk.

"I can' believe you jus' drank the last of tha'," Hermione said as she pushed on Harry's chest.

"I'm willing to share the taste," Harry said.

"What in the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Hermione couldn't speak anymore because Harry had covered her lips with his. She succumbed to him and let him ravish her. Their mouths dueled back and forth while hands went wild. Both ignored the fact that there were eight other people in the room.

"Why don' you two ge' a room!" Ron drawled from the opposing chair. He was the more knockered of the bunch, having already finished off most of a bottle of whiskey that had been found in the cabinet. "Jeez, i's hot in'ere," he said as he stood up.

Things were looking very distorted as he stumbled across the room. He ran into a large lamp and knocked it over, the shade rolling a few feet away.

"Oh my goo'ness, I didn' see you 'ere Cho." Ron bent down and picked up the lamp. He stood it back in its place and looked it up and down.

"Oh, is 'is your hat?" he asked as he walked over and picked up the lampshade. "It is qui'e nice. How abou' I try it on?"

Ron put the blue lampshade on his head and fixed it until it covered his face. He reached out and grabbed a hold of the lamp. He began to then carry it under one arm as he made his way to the window.

Outside the lights up and down the streets looked very bright against the dark. But Ron couldn't see any of this behind his lampshade.

"This is some hat, although I believe it is a tad bit big, woulnd't you agree, Cho." Ron felt the air in front of his face. When he felt nothing, he began to walk around stumbling and running into anything and everything in front of him. Never once did the thought enter his head to take off the lampshade.

Cho walked past Ron and gave him a strange look. She heard him calling her name, but she couldn't really stop to answer him. She was on her way to the bathroom to puke. She was always the first one to puke when it came to their Friday night parties. But of course she was also the one that made it a point to win most of the drinking games (she had also won the night's game of quarters), and so in a roundabout way she deserved it.

She found the bathroom and made her way inside. Just as she collapsed on the hard blue tile, her stomach lurched and she was sick in the toilet. She clutched the rim of the bowl tightly until she was done. Then she rested her head on her arm and took deep breaths.

"I'll ne'er drink again," she moaned. This was her promise to God every Friday. "I swear, I'll ne'er drink again."

The door to the bathroom flew open and hit the wall behind it with a bang. Fred Weasley stood there in his shirts and boxers. Cho openly stared at him.

"Wha'?" he asked. "I's not the shor's is it?" He put a hand on the wall to steady himself, but it was too late and he fell face first onto the floor. "Oh, bloo'y hell," he murmured, making no attempt to move.

Cho moved from the toilet and used Fred as leverage to push herself up. He yelled out slightly as his nose pushed against the tile even more, sending pain up his face.

"I thin'...I thin' I'm gonna puke again," Cho said as she threw herself back at the toilet. Once again she was sick and this time Fred had gotten up and was holding her hair messily in a semi-pony tail.

"Than's," she said after she was done. Fred helped her to stand up and she walked over to the sink. She turned on the cold water and began to throw some on her face. Just as quickly she jumped back, startling Fred.

"Wha's the matter?" Fred asked when he regained his balance.

"The damn water's too cold. I nee' some'ing hot."

Cho walked over and turned on the water to the shower. It flowed warm onto her fingers. She smiled and stepped into the spray with all of her clothes on. Fred laughed and joined her.

In the back bedroom Ginny found herself with Draco. They were having quite a bit of fun behind closed doors because Draco had found a bottle of red wine in Harry's private pantry. At the current moment the door was shut and there was a chair propped up under the doorknob to prevent anyone from walking in.

Out of the ten people there, Ginny was probably the most sober, having only had a few shots of tequila and some rum since the night had started. Draco was -as- drunk, but his speech was still a little off, and Ginny thought this was cute.

"You know," Ginny said. "I believe tha' I like this place."

"Oh really?" Draco took the bottle of wine and poured a small amount on Ginny's stomach. Some ran off into the sheets beneath them, but they could easily be cleaned with magic. Draco bent down and licked the wine off of her stomach. Ginny giggled.

"That tickles, you git," she said.

"I's not supposed to tickle. I's supposed to feel nice," Draco protested with a pout.

"Oh, it feels nice, alrigh'. But you know wha'- Oh my God, keep doing that," Ginny's voice hitched. "You know wha'? I don' believe that you gave me the slightest bit of attention last week."

"The hell I didn'," Draco said as he poured more wine on her body. He cleaned this up with small licks and nips on her skin. She vocally expressed her like for these actions, and that pleased Draco.

"The hell you didn'?" Ginny asked. "Then why don' I remember you doing this las' week?"

"Because we didn' do this las' week," Draco said. He made his way up to Ginny's neck and she rolled her head to one side. "Instead, we decided to go an' investiga' the insides of the firepla'e, remember?"

Ginny laughed and thought back to the previous week when her and Draco had decided that the fireplace was more amusing than anything. They had in fact decided to put an expansion charm on it and crawl inside for a snogging session. This hadn't made Ron very happy, but of course no man would ever be good enough for his baby sister. The twins just didn't really care.

"You looke' goo' in those ashes, you know?" Draco said as he made his way to her lips.

Ginny kissed Draco for a few seconds more while she reached up to grab the wine that he had in his hand. She tore her lips from his and took a long drink straight from the bottle.

"Le's get it on," she said as she flipped him over onto his back, straddling his waist.

In the kitchen George was looking through the pantry. He was hungry. But of course he was always hungry when he was drunk. This made people wonder if he wasn't doing drugs as well, but of course he wasn't cure either since he never remembered his weekends.

He found a large red box with a picture of a granola bar on the front and began to look for the seal to open it. After a long hard fight with the box, he decided that punching it was the best answer. He threw it up in the air and rammed his fist into the side, sending it into the wall.

The box fell on the floor with only a dent in the side, and this made George mad. He picked up the box off of the floor and held it up by his face. Tears welled up in his eyes and he wiped at them with angry, trembling hands.

"Why the hell don' you open?" he screamed at the box. "Why?!"

George walked into the living room with the box. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and he sobbed like a child. He walked up to Seamus and Justin who were still talking quietly to themselves. They looked up as he approached.

"It won' open. The damn thing won' open!" he cried. Seamus took the box, found the opening seal, and tore it off for him. Seamus dumped the granola bars on the ground. George smiled and hugged Seamus tightly around the neck.

"T'ank you!" George wiped the tears out of his eyes and picked up his food off of the floor with unsteady hands.

On the couch, Harry and Hermione were still snogging each other furiously. They had been for fifteen minutes. Their snogging became so furious that they found themselves falling off of the couch and onto the floor with a very loud, heavy thud. In response they heard the sound of someone pounding on the floor.

"Wha' the hell?" Harry asked as he pulled his face away from Hermione.

"I think we pissed off your neighbors," she responded.

Harry smiled and stood up. He helped Hermione to her feet. When they were both convinced that they were standing up sturdy enough, they walked over to the stereo arm-in-arm. Hermione was looking through the collection of cds while Harry was looking around unsuccessfully for the volume button.

"Oy, Harry!" Ron said as he finally took the lampshade off of his head. "I's the bi' black button."

"Bu' they're all black," Harry whined. "Come'n hel' me find it."

Ron came stumbling over and quickly pressed the first button that he could find. This one changed the song they were listening to. Hermione frowned at them. She put down the cd that she was looking at and reached over, turning a black knob around. The level of volume shot up and Harry and Ron covered their ears.

"Tha's the one!" Harry yelled through the sound.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all walked to the center of the room and began to dance drunkenly to the music. Hermione was working on doing an exotic number with Harry wasn't paying her the least bit of attention because he was trying to do the electric slide. Ron on the other hand was working on break dancing. Altogether the three of them looked ridiculously funny.

"Hey, I got an idea," Harry yelled. He jumped up and stomped down on the floor. Hermione and Ron quickly picked up on the idea and soon their dancing turned into a series of stomping.

About five minutes later there was a knock on the door that no one heard. Instead, the door just flew open and the neighbor from downstairs came walking in. He looked pissed.

Immediately he strode up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were back to their dancing. The neighbor grabbed Harry's shoulder and spun him around. He punched him in the face and it was one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, Floor, where Harry fell back unconscious. Ron and Hermione looked over at Harry and stopped dancing. The neighbor strode over to the stereo and turned it off. He left the apartment shortly after that.

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The Morning After...

An intense throbbing pain was making Harry's head hurt. It was centered above his eyes and trailed off to the back of his skull. He put a hand to his face and pulled it back, an even sharper pain radiating from his left eye.

He put his arms above his head and felt someone's clothes there. He opened his eyes and looked up to discover that it was Ron. Ron was passed out on the couch with one leg hanging off. He had his mouth open and droll was coming messily down the side of his mouth.

Harry blinked and looked to his right. Hermione was asleep there with one hand that he now felt laying across his stomach. She was also asleep with a smile playing on her lips. That smile would be gone in a few hours, though. She was known for the worst of all hangovers of the group.

Harry felt his stomach lurch somewhat. Quickly he got up and ran to the bathroom. The contents of his stomach were emptied and he lay there as Cho had done the night before with her head resting on the bowl.

A moan was heard from behind him and he looked over to see that Cho and one of the Weasley twins were asleep in the bathtub, soaking wet, with all of their clothes on. It was quite funny when you thought about it, and Harry had to sit on the bathroom floor and laugh about it, waking both of the sleeping people up.

Cho stretched her arms above her head. She smiled and turned around, kissing Fred roughly, waking him up fully. He wrapped his arms around her waist even more tightly and kissed her in response. Harry, sickened by the whole scene, decided to ruin the moment and throw up again.

In one of the back bedrooms, Draco opened his eyes and saw red. Of course he would see red. Ginny Weasley was asleep practically on top of him. Not that he minded. Instead, he rubbed her back to wake her.

Looked up and pulled some of her hair out of her face, looking around. She saw the clock and it read ten thirty. She and her other siblings were due at the Burrow for a Saturday lunch at noon.

She rolled off of Draco and ran her hands over her face. The room came fully into focus and she looked over at Draco who was working on nibbling at her neck again. She smiled and let herself have this one indulgence.

" Another stunning performance last night, Mr. Malfoy," Ginny said as Draco propped himself up on one elbow. " Why thank you, Miss Weasley. You weren't bad yourself."

" How about another go next Friday night?"

" How about another go right now?"

" Oh, I can't," Ginny, pouted. "I have to be back at my mother's house for lunch today."

" Come on Ginny. Just one more go," Draco said as he held up one finger. He pouted. "One more, please?"

" You know I'd like to, but I can't," Ginny said. Draco held up one finger and kept whispering 'please' as she talked. He advanced even closer until his finger touched her lips. "Draco, you know I-"

That was the end of all coherent speech for Ginny because she had once again succumbed to the charm of Draco Malfoy.

Justin Finch-Fletchley woke up with his face against someone's shoulder. He sat up straight and realized that the shoulder belonged to Seamus. When he realized this, he looked away from Seamus's very awake face. Both men sat there, not speaking, the tension growing.

George Weasley found himself alone in a closet when he awoke. How he got himself in there was a mystery. But he found it very funny and began to laugh hysterically until he too found himself sick and had to run to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he stopped long enough to see that there were two people snogging in the bathtub and one very-asleep Harry Potter on the side of the toilet.

George ran over and pushed Harry out of the way so he could be sick.

" Jeez, George, watch what you're doing," Harry said as he stood up.

A half hour later everyone was awake and everyone was through throwing up. They all sat in a large group in the living room. It was then that the Weasley siblings realized something.

" Where's Ginny?" Fred asked.

" I haven't seen her since last night," George added.

" Come to think of it, I haven't seen Malfoy eith-" Ron was cut off from a loud sound that sounded like someone yelling the name 'Draco' coming from his left. It was coming from the hallway. A devilish smile crept up on the twins' faces when they realized what it was.

" I think I know where we can find them," Fred said happily. He and George got up, pulling Ron with them. The rest of the people stayed put, almost afraid to get into this conflict.

The three Weasleys went stomping down the hall. They heard no more screaming, but somehow knew that whatever had happened had happened behind the door they were standing in front of.

George reached up and turned the doorknob. He pushed on the door to see that it wouldn't budge. A frown spread across his face and he let Fred have a go at it. Ron got the last chance, throwing his body against the door. None of it worked.

" We know you're in there!" Ron yelled loudly.

" Open up!" Fred yelled.

The door opened and a fully dressed Ginny Weasley came walking up. She looked at all of her brothers and brushed past them, holding onto Draco's hand.

" I'm Apparating out of the Burrow," Ginny said as she stood in the hallway. She kissed Draco roughly and then Disapparated out, leaving an empty space where she had once stood.

" Oh, we forgot about lunch," George said as the three of them walked back into the living room. They said their goodbyes to everyone and the three of them Disapparated out to the Burrow as well.

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At the Burrow...

Molly Weasley sat looking at her children. The oldest three looked incredibly happy and well; they were all talking excitedly about their lives. But her youngest four were quiet. The boys looked very disoriented and tired. Dark circles lined their eyes underneath and their hair was all a mess.

But Ginny on the other hand looked very thoughtful. A small smile played across her lips as she stared dreamily at her lunch. Tired, dark circles did line her under eyes, though.

" So why don't we hear about what you four did last night," Molly said.

" Yeah, how about it," Bill said when he realized what his mother was getting at. Their father sat at the end of the table silently urging them to go on.

" Oh, it was nothing special, really," Ron, said in his attempt to change the subject. "Yeah, it was nothing," the twins backed up. "Well, maybe nothing. Ginny here," Fred said as he pointed at Ginny. "Might have a story."

Ginny's eyes widened and she glared icily in their direction. She cursed at them under her breath. "Oh, I didn't do anything special."

" Sure you did," Ron said, backing them up.

" Well, out with it, Gin," Charlie said, now intrigued.

" No, I didn't do anything. End of story," Ginny said in defense.

" Well if you won't tell it, then I will," George said. "Ginny was out all night with Draco Malfoy!"

Molly and Arthur looked at Ginny with shocked expressions. Their mouths were partially open and they waited for her to explain.

"Well, if you want a good story, then why don't you ask these three bubbling idiots about how inebriated they were last night," Ginny said.

Molly and Arthur shifted their gazes to their three sons and waited for their explanations as well.

"So it was a party," George said. "We were all there, we had some fun."

"Yeah, so what if we got drunk. At least we weren't shagging Malfoy," Fred added.

Ginny's face turned bright red half from anger and half from embarrassment. She stood up and walked away from the table yelling something about Apparating home.

"Looks like you've done it now," Fred said.

Ginny apparated back to her apartment without saying goodbye to any of her family. She was a little unhappy with them at the moment. Walking through the apartment, she didn't even realize that there was someone sitting on the couch reading a magazine.

That someone got up off of the couch and walked up behind Ginny as she stood with her hands on the countertop.

Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. He kissed her temple and then rested his head there.

"Tell me what's wrong, Love," he said softly.

"My brothers are jerks," Ginny said. "They just made me look like the bad person at lunch today."

"At least you've still got me. You aren't mad at me, are you?" Draco asked.

Ginny turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly and cried into his chest. She stood there crying while Draco held her tightly.

"It's alright. I've got you," Draco said into her hair.

Ginny looked up and smiled at him. She brought herself up on the tips of her toes and kissed him lightly on his lips. They were both content to stand like that for what seemed like hours. Finally Draco pulled back and looked around.

"You know," he began. "I thought that we had so much fun last night that maybe we could just have another go right now."

"Oh really," Ginny said, her mood lightening up. "That sounds good. Just on one condition, though."

"Oh, giving me an ultimatum?" Draco smiled. "I'll do anything for you."

"Good. I'm feeling frisky right now. How about mas tequila?"

Draco laughed and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom saying something about ' showing' her mas tequila.