Chapter 6 : Shopping
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“Gin, tell me what happened.” Molly demanded.
“Well...” Ginny told the older witch about everything that had happened when she had left from The Burrow. “...so, to cheer me up, she thought that it was a good idea to go to The Three Broomsticks for Firewhiskey. She tries the whiskey and then, well, she got a bit too much into it and had more than she could handle, until I finally stopped her.” Ginny finished.
“Let’s just be happy she’s alright.” Molly said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“Giiiiinnnnnyyyy! Whhhhhyyyyy ddddiiiidddd yyyoooouuuu mmmaaakkkeee mmmmmeeeeeee ssssttooppp! Iiiiittttt wwwaaasss sssooo nnniiiccceee! Hic.” Hermione giggled. She was still a bit drunk to talk properly.
Molly and Ginny shared a glance with each other, and then burst out laughing. It was just so funny, with the bookworm, know-it-all they knew was talking like this. Drunk Hermione laughed too, though not knowing that it her who was being laughed at.
“Okay, Hermione. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” Ginny announced. She got up from the sofa and pulled the brown eyed witch up on her feet and helped her walk to the staircase.
"Draco, why did you drink so much?” Narcissa scolded.
“Blaise challenngggeeeddd mmmmeeee! Hhheeee caaalleeedd mmee aaa cccooowwwaarrdd!” Draco said weakly pointing at the raven haired wizard, who was giggling like a girl.
“I don’t care what Blaise called you, you shouldn’t have drank so much Firewhiskey!” Narcissa scolded again, a little louder this time.
“Don’t mum me. Go upstairs now.” She looked at Blaise. “You too, Blaise. You are grounded, Draco. I am very disappointed in you.” She said to him. She turned to Blaise again. “I will talk to your mother about this, and then we’ll see who’ll be laughing.” Narcissa smirked. Blaise was still giggling, despite Narcissa’s menacing tone. “Both of you, upstairs. Now.”
The two drunken wizards dragged their drunken butts up to their rightful bedrooms.
Narcissa levitated a piece of parchment and a self inking quill towards the table that sat in front of her and began writing.
Hermione woke from her slumber with a pounding headache. She messaged her temple with her hand, trying to reduce the pain, but obviously the pain would not reside.
“You’re up. You alright now?” Ginny asked.
“Yes, Ginny. Why would you possibly be asking me that?” Hermione asked confused.
“Oh, well, hmm, let me see...because you had a hangover last night.” Ginny stated.
“What?! No! Tell me that not true!” Hermione cried.
“Okay, it’s not true.” Ginny joked. Hermione glared at the red head. This was not funny.
Hermione then burrowed into the bathroom. She reprimanded herself for getting so drunk. It was not like her to do that. She was most definitely not going to drink Firewhiskey again. Ever.
She just continued on her normal routine, not allowing last night’s event affect her.
“Draco! Breakfast is ready!” Narcissa called from the dining table.
Draco covered his head under his pillow. He didn’t want to get up, partly because he was still tired, but mostly because he had a massive headache that refused to go away.
“Krissy, please would you wake him up?” Narcissa asked to the house elf.
“Yes, Mistress Malfoy.” The blue eyed elf clicked her fingers and apparated to Draco’s room.
When she got inside, she snapped her fingers again and there appeared a feather. She walked towards Draco’s still sleeping form, to his feet. She brushed the feather so lightly against the soles of his feet. He twitched slightly. Krissy giggled and did the action again, but it seemed that Draco would not budge. Suddenly, an idea popped up in her little elf head. She conjured up a can. She walked to the side of the bed and sprayed a white like cream on Draco’s hand. She then used the feather, brushing his nose. Draco lifted his hand and scratched his nose, causing all the white cream to be smothered all over his face. Draco quickly sat upright as he felt a slight tingling sensation on his face. He then turned to his side to a giggling Krissy and knew immediately that she had done some mischief. He quickly bolted for the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
“Arrrggggghhhhhhh!” he cried. He saw that his face was slowly forming purple spots.
Blaise abruptly got up from his slumber, causing him to topple over the bed. He groaned, rubbing his head. Who in Merlin was that? That got him woken up. He went to the bathroom and had his shower before descending down to the dining table for breakfast.
“Krissy! Take them off!” Draco shouted at the sniggering house elf.
“Mistress Malfoy asked Draco to come down for breakfast.” She said.
“Yes, I heard.” He said.
“But Draco didn’t wake up.” Krissy stated innocently. “So Mistress Malfoy asked Krissy to wake Draco up.”
“Well, a shake would have been fine, thank you very much. You didn’t have to go this far.” Draco chided.
Krissy was still snickering, but she bowed and disapparated out of the room.
“Krissy, wait! Get these spots off my face!” Draco shouted after the already vanished house elf. He looked back into the mirror. “My beautiful face.” He said touching his face completely covered in purple spots.
Hermione burst out in laughter. “Oh, that’s hilarious!” she exclaimed between giggles.
“Hermione? Why are you laughing so suddenly?” Ginny asked concerned for her best friend.
“Malfoy’s got purple spots all over his “beautiful” face! And the most funny part is that it was his house elf did it to him!” she laughed even more loudly.
“Hermione, what are you talking about? Malfoy’s not even here.” Ginny said worriedly. Ginny raised her hand up to Hermione’s forehead and felt her temperature. She seemed to be fine. No fever or anything, so why was she acting like this.
Hermione looked at Ginny confused, then thought, how was it possible for her to see Malfoy from her? Okay, that was weird. Maybe it’s from the hangover. Yeah, probably, she assured herself. You see, this is what happens when you get drunk. Never do this to yourselves, guys. If you don’t want anyone to think you have gone sane, never get drunk.
The two witches descended down the stairs.
“Good morning, Hermione.” Molly greeted.
“Good morning, Molly.” Hermione said. She sat down at the table and helped herself to breakfast. Ginny came to sit beside her and did the same.
When she finished, she washed the dishes in the sink, though Molly told her she could do it herself.
As soon as she was finished, she went to the living room. She hasn’t read a book for a while now. She should do that now, she decided. “Accio the Great Necessities.” She said.
The book rose up from the bedside table and levitated out of the room.
Ron opened the door and walked towards the stairs. “Ow!” he exclaimed when he felt something hit his head. He turned around to see a floating book. It levitated past him this time, down the stairs to the living room. Hermione and her big, fat books, he thought. He shook his head and descended the stairs.
He grabbed all the food he could reach and munched on it like a pig.
Ginny looked at her brother disgusted by his table manners. He was so messy. She walked into the living room and found another sense of disappointment. Hermione buried in one of those fat books of hers. Honestly, the girl did not know how to have fun. “Hermione, let’s go out.” Ginny said, pushing the book down on Hermione’s lap so that she could see her.
“Go where, Ginny?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know. Jus’...out.” Ginny noticed that Hermione wasn’t listening anymore. She pulled the book away and tossed it to the side. Then Ginny suddenly remembered something very important. “Hermione! You have your date today! With Jake!”
“Oh my God! I completely forgot. What am I going to do? What am I going to wear?” Hermione asked in a panic.
“Hermione, calm down. Don’t worry. That what I'm here for. Come on. We’re going shopping.” Ginny pulled Hermione to her feet and dragged her out of the house, despite her many protests.
They both apparated to Diagon Alley. “Come on, I know the perfect place to find you an amazing dress.” Ginny said.
“Ginny, I’ve already got dresses. When I said what I was going to wear, I didn’t mean that I had no dresses. I have plenty of dresses.” Hermione stated.
“You call those dresses? Seriously, ‘Mione? That is just sad.” Ginny said sympathetically.
“They are dresses!” Hermione cried, but she was still dragged by the red head into the store.
“Welcome to H&G. How may I help you?” an overly made up woman in what seemed like her thirties asked too enthusiastically.
“My friend here had a date tonight and she needs a gorgeous dress for him.” Ginny said.
“Right this way.” The woman said excitedly.
They were led to a section with only dresses in it. Hermione and Ginny looked around, the helper doing the same to find the perfect dress.
“Here you are. Try these on.” The helper suggested. Hermione quickly changed into the first dress that she got her hands on. She looked into the mirror that was in the changing room. It was a crimson dress, elongating down to her knees. It was tight fitting and hugged her body perfectly, her curves easily visible. She did look beautiful in it. She stepped out of the changing room to show Ginny and the assistant. They looked at her in awe.
“You look gorgeous!” they said in unison.
“Okay, let’s not do that again.” Ginny said, weirded out slightly. The assistant nodded. Ginny looked at her friend again. “You are definitely getting that dress.” Hermione didn’t argue because she wanted to get the dress too.
As soon as they purchased the dress, Hermione immediately wanted to go home.
“We can go home now, right?...” Hermione asked hopeful.
“Not quite. I have one more thing to do. You see, Teddy’s birthday is coming up next week and he’s coming at The Burrow on Wednesday. So I need to get the little squirt his present.” Ginny explained.
“Oh, right. I need to get him a present too. What are you gonna buy for him?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe his own broomstick?” Ginny grinned.
“I think he’s loved that.” Hermione said. “I’m gonna go to Flourish and Blott’s and find a present for him there.” She smiled. Ginny rolled her eyes.
“Well, I'm going to be just there. Meet you back here in a few minutes or so.” Ginny said. Hermione nodded and both of them parted their ways.
The smell of the book store always gets Hermione. She felt drawn to the smell and let it lead her again.
Draco was playing Quidditch with Blaise outside, where they had their own pitch. Draco had gotten hold of the Quaffle and was flying towards the goal post. He threw it towards the left goal, hoping that it would go in, and it did.
“He shoots and he scores!” Draco put up his hands in triumph. Blaise stuck his tongue out and mumbled it as a ‘lucky shot’, but Draco knew that it wasn’t. It was just pure talent.
Draco flew down on the ground and sat down on the bench. Blaise did the same when he landed.
“Had any of those weird visions of yours today?” Blaise asked.
“No.” Draco said.
“That’s weird. Oh well, at least they’re gone now.” Blaise stated the obvious.
“Yeah.” Draco said.
“Hey, there’s a new club opening tonight. You want to go?” Blaise asked eagerly wanting to go clubbing.
“Yeah, what the heck! Let’s go!” Draco said. With that, the duo headed inside to freshen up.
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