Her Wish

Her wish..

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Everybody is happy. At least, they seem to be. And here I am, all alone with a book on my lap, trying to push stupid words in my brain for a test tomorrow. *Argh* And tonight it's Hogsmeade night, they're all making themselves up, in their newest outfits, their hair curled up especially for the occasion. I'd have liked it too if I had someone who would hold my hand while walking round the streets.

But I don't have that someone.

But, as always I agreed to join Ron and Harry on their quest for fun and joy. In their opinion that is found in the Three Broomsticks with mugs filled with Butterbeer. Hmmm, maybe that's a good idea for me too: just get absolutely loaded! I giggle. I've never been drunk in my life. I'll probably be really happy when I'm drunk. He might even notice me when I'm drunk...

So the decision was made. Hermione Granger was going to get drunk.

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"Harry? Ron? Want some more Butterbeer?"

"Yeah sure, Mione!"

Hermione stood up and waggled towards the bar to get some filled mugs, instead of their empty ones.

"Hello, Hermione, you want more Butterbeer again? You should watch yourself, dear. Before you know it, you'll be doing things you wouldn't want to do," madame Rosmerta spoke, looking supsiciously at Hermione who looked back at her like a wasted llama.

"Thanks, but I know my limits," Hermione said politely, angry with the woman for interfering with her bussiness. She took the tray with the mugs of Butterbeer and walked to her table.

But:

Hermione was wearing high-heels, which she wasn't completely accostumed to...

Hermione was very very drunk...

Hermione had a full, heavy tray with booze in her hands...

Hermione couldn't see where she was walking...

So:

She accidently bumped into someone, who knocked over the tray in her hands. Hermione just stood there, completely soaked with Butterbeer, looking at her assaillent. She started breathing heavily. The heavy breathing turned into hyperventalation. She had to hold on to a table to stay upright.

"Granger? Ugh, what did you do?"

I didn't do anything, YOU did.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

Yes.

"And you end up like this? Good for you. Who were you trying to impress? Little mister Potter over there, or your ugly piece of lover, the Weasel?"

I was trying to impress YOU.

"Ron's not my lover," Hermione spoke.

He smirked.

"Really? Well, who is then?"

"You!"

Hermione stepped closer to him, and in a flash she brushed her lips against his, probing his mouth for a few seconds. Then she stepped away and turned around.

Harry and Ron almost fell of their seats of amazement.

"Wha- did that just happen, Ron?"

Ron answered with a 'Uhuh'.

"Oh my god! Why did Hermione kiss Malfoy?"

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