And here I am, 23 year old Harry Potter. Actually 23 year old Potter who is the seeker for England’s national team, the seeker who today helped defeat the team of Bulgaria and who held the Quidditch World cup up to the fans. And I’m so extremely happy. Everyone is in the flat Hermione and I own. Well, all except Hermione. She’s still at work. But she’ll come home and we’ll celebrate with our whole group of wackos. Suddenly I heard the telephone ring (I really don’t know how I did it, considering the noise…)
"Harry, congratulations! I read the prophet!"
"Thank you…"(I could feel the dreamy smirk appear on my face) "Um, when are you coming? Everyone is here to celebrate. And the pies are going down Ron’s stomach, so you’d better hurry."
"~ chuckle ~ Why am I not surprised?"
"So when are you coming?"
"Um…Harry…I don’t think I’ll be able to come… I have loads of work…"
"What? Ah, come on, Mione! How am I going to celebrate without you?"
"Sorry, I’m really, really sorry, but…"
"Yeah, I know…work…but…"
"No, I can’t…Sorry… We’ll celebrate tomorrow…"
"Fine. See you."
And I put down the phone, not even waiting for her answer. Oh, man…I feel so bad… Quidditch was more fun knowing Hermione will be home, waiting to tell me what a great job I did… Damn her stupid ministry job and damn those papers. She always comes home so late and when she does she always tells me that she’s tired and that she’s sorry and that we’ll make up for lost time. I felt like drowning myself in the kitchen sink…
“Oy, Harry, where’s Mione?” I hear Ron shout.
“She’s not coming…”
“Oh… Sorry. But cheer up, mate. You have us!”
“And who’ll be wantin’ some…special Irish drink?”
“Cheer up, ‘Erry! She’ll come. Sunar o’ lateh…”
And I swallowed a whole glass of… what ever it was…I took another glass and I seated myself on the couch, drinking that Irish thing. What came up next was a total blur.
“Hey, Harry, want to dance?” Lavender asked me with a cheeky smile that told me that she too is drunk.
“Sure, Lavender…”I was determined to have a good time with or without Hermione and I wanted to show her that I can live without her. And Lavender was just there for the taking. We were both so incredibly drunk we could barely see where we were walking.
We headed to the dance floor and started dancing. The drink had already made it’s way up to my head and Lavender was moving her hips like hell. I was dancing beside her and then suddenly I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her towards me. We kissed like it was the last thing we were ever going to do and I pulled her closer to me, feeling her hands on my back. I touched her and she started kissing my neck. I don’t know why I did what I did, I most certainly didn’t want to … But that drink… and I was feeling so sad without Hermione. That mixture is NOT good. So, I started pushing her, leading her towards…
A/n – dun, dun, dun, dun! You will never guess what will come up next. If you liked, review. If you didn’t, review!