The Alcohol Chronicles

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's voice rang out from the kitchen and echoed down the hallway to a bedroom.

"I'm tryin to clean up this mess!" Harry yelled back.

Harry stood at the end of the bed that previously Draco and Ginny had taken the time to consummate their relationship on. Harry sneered at the sheets. There were red wine stains that made Harry wonder how they slept there without getting sticky.

The sheets were all in a mess and thrown hallway on the floor. Tangled in them was what looked like a bra. Harry picked it up and tossed it to the side.

Hermione came walking into the room and wrapped her arms around Harry's midsection. She laid her head against his back and listened to the rhythmic breathing and beating from his heart.

"I refuse to clean this up the muggle way," Harry said as he took his wand out of its holder on his waist. He flicked his wrist and muttered a cleaning spell and the room seemed to throw itself back into order. The stains on the sheets were gone and the bed was made. Everything looked good.

Hermione peered around Harry and nodded. "It looks good," she said.

Harry turned and caught Hermione, pulling her roughly against his chest. She smiled up at him and stood on the tips of her toes to capture her mouth. It began as a small kiss but quickly took the turn to passion as Harry stumbled backwards toward the bed with Hermione pushing him.

Harry fell backward on the bed and had Hermione land on top of him.

"You know, it seems just a little weird to be doing this on a bed that our friends shared last night," Hermione said with a smile playing on her lips.

Harry merely nodded before rolling over, landing Hermione underneath him. He did a devilish job of shushing her up as his tongue did things to her neck that she had only imagined in her dreams. Jolts of pleasure shot up and down her body as Harry worked his physical magic on her.

Hermione gripped at the sheets tightly, her body unable to contain the amount of pleasure Harry's lips were giving her. She cried out at the feeling of Harry's hands tracing small circles on her stomach. She loved it when he did that. She ran her hands through his hair when he had calmed down with her neck.

"Did you enjoy that?" Harry asked, propping his head up on one arm as he rolled off of her.

"It was great, but there's so much more that you could do, you know."

"Are you trying to give me ideas, Miss Granger? If you are, I regret to tell you that it's working."

"You regret to tell me?"

Hermione gasped and threw a pillow at Harry, hitting his face straight on and shocking him enough to knock him backwards off of the bed. He landed on the floor with a loud thump and lay there in shock as the feeling of pain much like the hangover from that morning shot through his head.

"You know, if I angered you that much, you could have just had your way with me. I don't much like this pain thing."

"Have my way with you, you say?" Hermione crawled onto the floor and helped Harry to sit up. She guided him back onto the bed and made sure that his head was fine before straddling his chest.

"Oh, I'm going to have my way with you, alright."

A very disheveled Harry made his way out of the bedroom an hour later with an assortment of red claw marks on his back and a very large love mark on his neck. He rubbed at his neck as he walked out of the bedroom and into the living room where the mail lay in a pile on the floor just below the mail slot.

Harry bent down and picked it up, reading the letters as he walked back toward the bedroom.

"Bill, bill, landlord, noise ordinance violation...." Harry rolled his eyes and threw the mail on the bedside table. He crawled back onto the bed and kissed Hermione's bare shoulder. She stirred a little in her sleep and mumbled incoherently.

"Mione," Harry called softly into her ear.

"Harry," she said sleepily, opening one eye.

"I know you want to sleep, but how about you wake up and tell me what you want for lunch?"

Hermione smiled and lazily turned over, kissing him thoroughly. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down hard against her, enough the crush her own body. Harry let out a soft 'oomph' as he landed.

"You'll suffice," Hermione said as she closed her eyes and took in a deep, even breath.

"Dearest, you've had me once today. Is that not enough for now?"

Hermione gave no answer for she was already asleep in the world of dreams. Harry smiled and stood up next to the bed. He grabbed the shirt that had been ripped off of his body and examined it to find that three buttons were missing from the front. He hated the fact that when Hermione wanted sex, she wanted it right then and there. No holds barred.

Harry grabbed his wand out of a pocket and muttered a simple fixing charm. The buttons came flying from different parts of the room and fixed themselves back onto the shirt. Harry smiled and slipped the garment on as he zipped up his pants. His shoes were near the doorway and he grabbed those on his way out.

The cool breeze felt good against his face. If only he would have had that for the morning when his hangover was at its greatest. A smile ran across his face as he thought of the party the previous night.

Hermione opened her eyes when she heard the door shut and she sat up in bed. She hated it when Harry left her alone even for the loneliest of minutes. She pulled the sheets tight around her body and raced to the front door where Harry had left seconds earlier only to discover that he was already racing down the steps; his footsteps echoing hollowly up the stairwell. She raced back through the apartment and ran to the window to see Harry walking across the street.

A dreamy smile crossed her face and she threw herself back on the bed, a proud, tingling feeling running through her body as she thought of Harry.

The door to the apartment opened a while later and Harry was delighted to find that Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table in a long flannel t- shirt of his, reading the Daily Prophet. She pretended to not notice that he was there as he sat the bags of lunch on the table, and wrapped his arms around her midsection. He kissed just behind her ear and nuzzled her neck.

"Mr. Potter," Hermione said in an authoritative voice. "Would you kindly remove your hands from my breasts?"

Harry looked annoyed but detached himself from her and stalked off to the counter to get some plates for their lunch.

That afternoon Harry came walking out of the bathroom wearing a navy blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. His hair was semi-tame and he was very clean-shaven. His eyes gleamed happiness as he walked up to the mirror to check his appearance.

"You can break my mirror anytime," the mirror said to Harry as he began to walk off.

Harry stood in the middle of the living room and tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. He looked at his wristwatch and then around the apartment. Hermione had told him that if she wasn't at his apartment by nine she would meet him at the club they were going to, and apparently she was going to be late. A sigh escaped his lips and then he shrugged his shoulders, Apparating away.

Harry ended up on the sidewalk in front of a boarded up old building in the middle of a dark street on the south side of London. The place looked abandoned and run-down. It was almost like the Leaky Cauldron on the outside. To the Wizard's eye dull letters above the one door read 'The Keeper's Quaffle', and he knew he was at the right place.

The door was a heavy one that creaked with the effort that Harry gave to push it open. When he was inside, it slammed shut securely to make sure that it looked as if no one had gone inside. Harry walked through the small hallway and came to another door that opened much easier, and he slung it open to reveal the pub that was the Keeper's Quaffle.

Everywhere there was conversation amidst loud music that played from an invisible wizard sound system. People danced closely together with the newest forms of dance and those that weren't in the middle of that crowd were sitting at the massive bar or the tables along the edge of the room.

A woman at the bar turned around and saw Harry standing near the entrance looking around. She smiled and got off of her barstool and walked over to him with a drink in her hand.

Harry at first didn't see the face, but instead saw the woman's curvy form shielded by a red top that came to just above her navel, and a neckline that dipped low in a v-shape to reveal just enough with still leaving everything to the imagination. She had a matching red skirt that rested on her hips, a solid patch of skin between the top and the skirt. Gold trim lined the top and outlined the slit up the left side of the skirt and all the way down as it reached just above her ankles. A pair of shimmering gold platform shoes finished the ensemble.

"Well Mr. Potter. Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to say hello?"

Harry looked up and smiled at Hermione, kissing her roughly as if they hadn't made love that very morning.

"That's the spirit," Hermione said when Harry pulled away. A smile curved on both of their lips.

"Let's go and have some drinks to start the night," Harry suggested. Hermione held up her drink and finished it off as she followed Harry to the bar.

Harry took a seat next to the one that Hermione had been sitting at before he had walked in. Hermione resumed her own seat and scooted the barstool a little closer to Harry. The bartender saw he had new customers and walked over with a glass in his hand, wiping it down with a rag.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

"I'll have a gin and tonic," Hermione said as she turned to watch Harry as he ordered.

"I want a vodka tonic," Harry said.

The bartender nodded and pulled out two glasses, filling their orders quickly without spilling a drop. He gave them their drinks and moved on to a new set of customers that appeared at the other end of the bar.

"So how long have you been here?" Harry asked over the loud music.

"Not long. I finished off a Merlot before you came in."

Harry nodded and finished off his drink with one gulp. He slammed the glass on the counter and pointed at the glass as the bartender turned around. He nodded and came over, filling up Harry's glass again.

"We need to go to the store and stock up for next week's party, we're almost out," Harry commented as he saw Seamus waving at him from the door. Harry waved back, but the Irishman was already gone into the crowd.

"I know that the tequila was finished off. Let's get some more of that."

Harry nodded and smiled as a loud song came over the room. Drums, guitar, and then narration flooded the room and then there were shouts of pleasure as lines of 'Mas Tequila' rang out from people who were singing along with the song. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her out to the dance floor to join in with the rest of the people dancing.

(a/n: the song goes 'one shot, hey! mas tequila! two shots, qué veneno! three shots, hey, arriba! mas tequila!)

They danced with a foot of space in between them, hands clapping to the beat of the song and bodies twitching to the rhythm. Harry smiled and took Hermione's hands in his own, pulling her close to his body, the two dancing dangerously close. The floor rang with shouts of 'Mas Tequila' once again.

Harry kissed Hermione as they continued to dance dangerously in the midst of a crowd of drunken wizards and witches.

The song came to its smash ending and another one quickly took its place. Harry pulled Hermione back to the bar with him where their drinks still sat, but new people had taken their seats. They grabbed their glasses and relocated to a table in the corner of the club where it was dark and a bit quieter than there rest of the place.

A waitress came and took their empty glasses from them once they were done and took down their new orders which called for a large bottle of vodka and a few glasses.

Hermione was the first to attack the bottle, her lips touching the bottle first, and drinking a long bout of vodka before Harry pulled it away and took his own share. The glasses were forgotten as they fought for the bottle, becoming more and more intoxicated with each drink.

After a while the fighting stopped and they shared the liquor with a kiss.

"You know, 'arry," Hermione started in a sob-story type way. "I ne'er liked Vik'or Krum. 'E's just not my type."

"An' who -is- your type, Mione?" Harry asked and he slammed his head on the table. A glass fell off the end of the table and shattered on the floor from the impact of Harry's head hitting the wood.

"Oh, I 'unno. I guess you' work. Or a'least -it- works. No'ne else i've e'er dated could please me the way you 'o."

Harry sat up and put a proud smile on his face. His eyes closed and he began to slip sideways, catching himself on the edge of the table with an unsteady hand. Hermione reached over and grabbed him by the hair, pulling back up to a sitting position.

"Ow! That hurt!" Harry exclaimed, rubbing his head.

"That' too bad, i'n't it?" hermione said as she began to giggle uncontrollably. She clutched at her sides and leaned forward to rest her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Mione, geroff!" Harry exclaimed, pushing her off his shoulder so her could lay his head on the table. He got comfortable and closed his eyes, listening to the music as it still raged on in the background. Hermione had laid her head on Harry's back.

Someone shaking Harry and Hermione was what woke them up hours later, and much to their surprise, most everyone was gone with the exception of a few people still dancing lazily on the dance floor. Harry fished around in his pocket and found some galleons, giving it to the bartender that had woken them.

Hermione began to stand up and walk, but her legs didn't work well and she fell clumsily back in her seat. Harry laughed heartily and climbed out of his seat, standing firmly, his vision not swimming as much as Hermione's was. He walked over and put an arm around Hermione, helping her to stand. They stood wrapped in each other for a few seconds, swaying to the soft music that had begun to play overhead.

"Oh, isn' this romantic," Harry said as he leaned down and barely touched his lips to Hermione's. He made no move to kiss her very forcefully, just lightly, enjoying the feel of her lips. Pulling away, he realized that she had fallen back to sleep.

Harry rolled his eyes, picked her up like a small child and carried her with effort toward the door. He pushed it open with his back and stepped out into the cool night air of London.

"It's cold out here, 'arry," Hermione said as she opened her eyes.

"Really? I hadn' noticed, there, Hermione," Harry said as he set Hermione down to stand for herself. Harry walked up to the curb and waved down a taxi that was driving by since he didn't trust himself or Hermione to Apparate home. It pulled up and Harry opened the door, letting Hermione in first. She slumped over in the seat, and Harry had to push the rest of her into the cab before getting in himself.

"Where are you two headed off to at two thirty in the morning?" the cab driver asked in a raspy Irish accent.

Harry looked down at his watch and saw that it was indeed 2.30 in the morning. It was later than he would have thought. But then again he and Hermione had been asleep, so it shouldn't have surprised him. Harry said some directions, and then leaned over, laying his head against Hermione's shoulder for the drive to his apartment.

Harry had a nice dream about peppermints and rum that danced and sang nursery rhymes to him as the cab barreled down the near-empty road. He smiled to himself as unbenounce to him, he drooled on Hermione's shoulder. Only when the cab jerked to a mean stop did he wake up.

"Alrigh' then. Here ya go," the cab driver said as he turned to look at Harry.

Hermione opened her eyes lazily and looked up at Harry who planted a soft kiss against her temple just as he had in her dream and she crawled out of the cab after him. She waited on the street while Harry paid the cab driver and then turned to face not the entrance to his apartment building, but a large shop with pictures of tattoo designs in the windows.

Harry turned to tell the cab driver that he had dropped them off at the wrong spot, but it was too late. The cab was already a block down the street and turning to pick up more passengers.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and shivered in the chilly night air. Harry put an arm around her shoulder and apologized.

"I'm sorry tha' we're here, Mione. We should be a' home, but we're here, and I still love you."

Hermione nodded and turned, walking in the tattoo parlor without a single word to Harry. She waited inside the lobby for Harry who took his time coming in, but by the time he did, Hermione was already pointing out to the man what kind of tattoo she wanted.

"Mione, what the hell are you doin'?" Harry asked in a slightly drunken slur. The alcohol was still having some effect on him, although his walking had improved with his vision.

"Wha' the hell does it look like, Harry?"

Hermione followed the man into a large space to the left with a chair in the corner of the room. The man, a sour looking character with large, bushy brown eyebrows and tattoos up an down his arms of naked women in compromising positions was getting his equipment ready. Harry went over to Hermione.

"Why are you getting a tattoo?" Harry asked.

"Because I want one. Now get ou' of the man's way," Hermione said as the tattoo man had come back.

"Where do you want it, Miss?" the tattoo man asked.

Hermione smiled devilishly at Harry and stood up. She winked at him and gripped the sides of her skirt, pulling it down dangerously low. She pointed to the spot just barely above her hairline and smirked at Harry.

"Hermione!" Harry said in a warning tone.

Hermione just looked at him innocently as the tattoo man smiled at Harry and told Hermione to sit back down in the chair. She closed her eyes as the chair was reclined back for better access to the area to be tattooed. The man prepared the process and then brought the needle down to Hermione's skin.

Hermione jerked up and the man pulled the needle away from the skin to not mess up the design.

"Goddamn, that hurts!" she yelled loudly.

"It tends to do that, Miss," the tattoo man said.

It was Harry's turn to smirk at her. She gave him an icy glare but then laid back down in the chair and gripped the arm rests hard as the needle was once again brought to her skin.

A while later, the job was done and Hermione had a black and red dragon that was spitting orange and blue flames. She smiled and the man bandaged it up to prevent too much bleeding. Hermione stood and fished around in -Harry's- back pocket for some muggle money. She found what she needed and kissed Harry on the cheek as she paid the tattoo man and left the building.

Harry smiled at her and leaned forward on the counter to talk to the tattoo man.

Hermione sat outside on a nearby bench, wondering what Harry was doing still in the parlor. The cool air felt good on her hot skin. The alcohol was wearing off an she felt a bad headache pulling at her skull. She always hated the fact that out of the group, she got the worst hangovers. Luckily she had Harry to help hold her hair back.

Harry came walking out of the parlor with a self-satisfied look on his face and he waved down another cab. He looked up and down the street for Hermione and saw her sitting alone on a bench. He waved her down to the cab and helped her in.

This time, Harry gave the right directions to his apartment and they were there in no time.

"I don't believe I trust you to Apparate home in this condition," Harry said as he carried Hermione inside. He set her down by the couch and she immediately took off running for the bathroom. Harry heard her being sick moments later and went rushing in to make sure she was alright.

Hermione had her head laid on the side of the toilet bowl with her eyes closed, breathing deeply. She didn't acknowledge Harry as he kneeled down to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes.

"Will you be alright, or do you need to stay here and finish?" Harry asked as Hermione stood up and began walking to the sink. She threw some cold water on her face and rinsed her mouth out of its horrible taste. She stayed leaning over the sink for some time with Harry rubbing her back gently before standing up and turning to smile at him.

"I'll be fine. I think it's late and it's time to get some sleep, though," Hermione said with a smile threatening to curve at the corner of her mouth.

"Sleep, you say?" Harry grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him roughly. He leaned down and captured her mouth with his own. The taste of the vodka they had been drinking was shared.

Hermione vaguely realized that she was walking backwards down the hallway, ripping at Harry's clothing, and vaguely did she realize that she and Harry were both naked as they fell back on the bed from that morning's go at it. It wasn't even Harry's bedroom. It was a spare bedroom that was closest.

Hermione made pleasing noises to Harry's senses as they both moved to the rhythm of the magic in their hearts. Harry gripped tightly to the sheets on either side of Hermione's shoulders, and Hermione raked her nails down Harry's back. Red marks were left and Harry paid no attention to them as his own pleasure turned into hers.

Hermione cried out and Harry fell against her body, spent for the time. Their breaths were equally hard as they tried to come back to some normal state of mind. Harry rolled off of Hermione and pulled the sheets up as he laid down beside her.

"It's been an interesting night," Harry said with a yawn.

"Yes, it has." Hermione closed her eyes and laid a hand on Harry's chest.

"Good night, vodka," Harry murmured as he let the sleep overtake him.

The next morning (or afternoon) came all too quickly and Hermione found herself staring into the open eyes of a very awake Harry Potter. She smiled and let out a happy sigh.

"Good morning, Mione," Harry said with a smile.

"Good morning yourself."

Hermione stretched and rolled over. She grabbed hold of the sheets and yanked them off of the bed, wrapping her bare form. She held the sheets tightly against her as she walked to the window on the other side of the room and looked outside.

The street below was busy with muggles on their way to destinations unknown on that Sunday. A woman with two small children walked across the street and Hermione smiled. One day she wanted something like that. A family of her own with little witches and wizards. Harry's little witches and wizards.

Hermione turned around to see that Harry had rolled over on his back and was apparently trying to go back to sleep. She smiled and was about to look back out the window when something caught her attention. A black mark on Harry's ass. A stripe, it looked like from a few feet away.

Curiosity got the best of Hermione and she walked over to examine what it was. Upon close inspection she saw the reason that Harry was late for coming out of the tattoo parlor long after herself.

On Harry's ass was a spot an inch long by a half inch tall that read 'Property of Hermione'. Hermione gasped and slapped Harry on his rear. He sat up and look around confused for a minute. A devilish smile crept up on his face as Hermione tackled him back down to the bed.