Chapter 4 : chapter 4: whiskey and water
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A/N: warning this chapter contains substence abuse and scenes of an adult nature
a special thanks to DracomioneForever11 for her idea which i have worked into this chapter and the next one :) ttys guys
Fire whiskey flows thick and fast in the burrow that night, toasts were made by everyone and were becoming grander as each one passed.
"To Ron and Fred"
"To our beloved warriors who died like heroes"
"Ron and Fred the two best men to walk the earth"
At each of these toasts Hermione drank deeply from her glass, which was promptly refilled by whomever was closest. She could feel the effects of the alcohol on her body, she felt clumsy, carefree and best of all numb. The festivities around her made Hermione’s sprits lift she felt as though nothing was going to pull her back down into the despair and sorrow that she was trapped in only a few hours ago. In this state of fuzzy light, she felt happy. In fact it was the happiest that she had felt since before the downfall Voldemort. The rest of the night passed her in a blur filled with kind smiles, fond memories and warm embraces.
Hermione began to stir, the room was too bright, and she could see the light through her eyelids. She sat up, her head was pounding hard, and blinked as she took in the unfamiliar room around her "where am I" she thought aloud, she searched for an explanation when she spotted it, her clothing strewn across the floor. She looked down and saw that she was wearing an unfamiliar oversized T-shirt. She glanced around again, shocked and confused; this time she saw the bright orange head on the pillow next to her. "I must be dreaming," she whispers to herself as she peers at the person next to her. “Ron?" she whispers as she gently strokes his back. He stirs but doesn't wake "wake up sleepy head!" she scruffs the persons hair up and he groans loudly. "gedoffmehermionee" Hermione let's out a laugh, "even in my dreams you’re a lazy bones" "dreams? What are you on about Hermione?" Suddenly memories from the night before come flooding back to Hermione. The gentle smiles, the sweet embraces, glass after glass of fire whiskey, dancing with George, floo powder, sweet wet kisses and something Hermione had never experienced before. Blurry, clumsy, messy sex. George sits up on the bed and stretches his arms around Hermione. "Good morning beautiful" "what happened last night?" Hermione mumbles as she shrugs out of George's embrace
“Well we were dancing and you were all over me and yeah… “George gestures to the bed; Hermione stumbles to her feet and hastily grabs her clothes