Chapter 2
Fanfiction: Let Loose
Rating: nc-17 in later chapters
Parings: Hermione/multiply characters
Warning: No plot. No slash. Voy. Threesomes and moresomes.
Summary: One night in the Gryffindor common room Ron pushes too far and Hermione is ready to show everyone that she knows how to have fun.
Disclaimer: don't own these guys. JK is one lucky bitch.
Chapter 2. Let the Game Begin.
Silence ensued after Hermione did that. Then Harry asked attentively "'Mione, you alright?".
"Me?! I'm peachy!" she smiled broadly at him and shoved the almost empty bottle back to his hands. "I'll just-" but what she was just about to do would have to remain a mystery forever because the moment she said that and turned around she completely lost her balance.
"Oomph..!" she squeaked as she began to fall to the ground. Harry, seeker reflexes never letting down even when pissed, caught her before she made contact with the ground.
"Ron, a little help here" he piped. Ron, stumbling drunkly towards them, helped Harry and together they leisurely lowered her to the ground.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw two pairs of worried eyes looking back at her, "Hi" she whispered. "Hey there, dummy" Harry said softly, putting his hand on her shoulder. Ron just had a goofy smile on his face and put his forehead against hers; "how you doin'?" he asked gently.
"I'm fine" she murmured, from the corner of her eye she could see Harry surveying her skeptically. "Honestly" she assured him.
"Good" Harry said stroking her shoulder and putting his hand on her thigh. Ron turned to sit on her other side, putting his head on her shoulder and twisting one of her curls around his finger "I'm sorry about wha' I said, I didn' mean of it to sound harsh".
"I know Ron" she said kindly and put her head on Harry's shoulder and her hand on Ron's right thigh.
"Ahem" Neville cleared his throat, probably feeling a little left out.
Seamus and Dean, on the other hand, were looking entirely transfixed by the intimacy unfolding in front of them. Three heads turned to look at the source of the noise, looking surprised that there were still people around.
"You o.k Neville?" Ron nodded to Neville's general direction, not bothering to move from Hermione's shoulder. "Er.. Ron?" Harry said, bobbing his head to the place Dean and Seamus were sitting.
"Oh" Ron said hurriedly, drifting quickly away from Hermione's side after seeing the eager looks they were getting from Dean and Seamus. "Oh please don't mind us" Dean smirked.
"Yeah, feel free to do whatever it is you were doin' there". Seamus added nastily.
Hermione, blushing fiercely, asked in the hope to distract them from what transpired earlier; "could you fetch me that bottle over there, Seamus?".
"Sure thing, love" Seamus drawled and rolled a half full bottle of tequila to the trio. Harry caught it before Hermione could reach it.
"Are you sure you should be drinking this, Hermione? Maybe you had your share for the night?" he asked, his eyes observing hers carefully.
"No, Harry. Ron was right, as much as I don't like to admit it. I don't ever have fun." She remarked sadly. "I don't let myself have it. I always tell myself there are other, more important things to be done. And my enjoyment is at the bottom of priorities. I reckon I can allow myself to be a little rebellious.." she let loose a drunken giggle "..And enjoy the moment".
With that said she took the bottle (a little forcefully) from Harry, opened the cork and gulped down some of the liquor. "O.k that's enough youn' lady" Ron said firmly, taking the bottle away from her and taking a shot himself.
"Oh c'mon Ron. The girl needs to have some fun, you told her that yourself".
Dean said, watching Hermione closely as she pouted and crossed her hands across her chest. "Well, I changed my mind" Ron answered briskly. "And stop looking at her like that" he added grimly, pointing his bottle of tequila in what passed to him as threatening gesture.
"Like what? Like tha'?" Dean continued, moving his eyes up and down Hermione's form. A blush made its way to her face. She wasn't wearing her robes today; only her school uniform (it was pleasantly warm in the library that day).
Due to her sitting position her skirt had ridden up to her thighs and her shirt wasn't thoroughly bottomed. She quickly tried to arrange herself, pulling down her skirt.
Ron looked like he was ready to burst.
Harry, however, spoke before Ron got the chance to grow Dean purple bunny ears from his head; "cut it out, Dean" he said, eyeing Dean dangerously. Then turned to Hermione and said "don't mind him, he's just drunk".
Hermione thought he should be saying that to Ron rather then to her, he seemed to be taking it more personally. "Why don' we play a game?" Hermione said hopefully, trying to distract Ron from his sudden urge to curse Dean with the bunny ears.
"Wha' game?" Neville inquired, trying to focus his eyes on Hermione but failing miserably. "Well, umm.. How about spin the bottle? We've got enough of those around."
"I'm in" Harry said promptly. "Me too" Seamus said. "Count me in" Dean mumbled after loosing a staring contest to Ron.
"Yeah o.k whatever" Ron said distractedly, still thinking if purple bunny ears were nasty enough to punish Dean with. Well, purple really wasn't his colour. "How about you Neville?" Hermione asked him kindly. "Wha'? Yeah.. Sure. Go ahead." Neville burbled from his corner, not really sure what he was agreeing to (drinking seriously cut short his memory capacity).
"O.k then, Boys" she gestured for them to come closer and form a circle. Neville, Dean and Seamus drew near them, dragging themselves from the hearth.
"Umm.. Right.." Hermione mumbled, taking the now empty tequila from Ron's hands. She spun it, letting it twirl until it stopped pointing to Harry. Seamus smirked from the other end of the bottle. Harry shifted uncomfortably, he didn't like that smirk.
"Harry", Seamus looked at him pointedly. "Seamus", Harry returned the stare.
"Truth or dare?", Seamus said to the point. "Truth" Harry said in a heartbeat. "Have you ever had more then friendly feelings towards Hermione?" he asked quickly.
Seamus didn't waste a second, Harry thought grouchily.
Rating: nc-17 in later chapters
Parings: Hermione/multiply characters
Warning: No plot. No slash. Voy. Threesomes and moresomes.
Summary: One night in the Gryffindor common room Ron pushes too far and Hermione is ready to show everyone that she knows how to have fun.
Disclaimer: don't own these guys. JK is one lucky bitch.
Chapter 2. Let the Game Begin.
Silence ensued after Hermione did that. Then Harry asked attentively "'Mione, you alright?".
"Me?! I'm peachy!" she smiled broadly at him and shoved the almost empty bottle back to his hands. "I'll just-" but what she was just about to do would have to remain a mystery forever because the moment she said that and turned around she completely lost her balance.
"Oomph..!" she squeaked as she began to fall to the ground. Harry, seeker reflexes never letting down even when pissed, caught her before she made contact with the ground.
"Ron, a little help here" he piped. Ron, stumbling drunkly towards them, helped Harry and together they leisurely lowered her to the ground.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw two pairs of worried eyes looking back at her, "Hi" she whispered. "Hey there, dummy" Harry said softly, putting his hand on her shoulder. Ron just had a goofy smile on his face and put his forehead against hers; "how you doin'?" he asked gently.
"I'm fine" she murmured, from the corner of her eye she could see Harry surveying her skeptically. "Honestly" she assured him.
"Good" Harry said stroking her shoulder and putting his hand on her thigh. Ron turned to sit on her other side, putting his head on her shoulder and twisting one of her curls around his finger "I'm sorry about wha' I said, I didn' mean of it to sound harsh".
"I know Ron" she said kindly and put her head on Harry's shoulder and her hand on Ron's right thigh.
"Ahem" Neville cleared his throat, probably feeling a little left out.
Seamus and Dean, on the other hand, were looking entirely transfixed by the intimacy unfolding in front of them. Three heads turned to look at the source of the noise, looking surprised that there were still people around.
"You o.k Neville?" Ron nodded to Neville's general direction, not bothering to move from Hermione's shoulder. "Er.. Ron?" Harry said, bobbing his head to the place Dean and Seamus were sitting.
"Oh" Ron said hurriedly, drifting quickly away from Hermione's side after seeing the eager looks they were getting from Dean and Seamus. "Oh please don't mind us" Dean smirked.
"Yeah, feel free to do whatever it is you were doin' there". Seamus added nastily.
Hermione, blushing fiercely, asked in the hope to distract them from what transpired earlier; "could you fetch me that bottle over there, Seamus?".
"Sure thing, love" Seamus drawled and rolled a half full bottle of tequila to the trio. Harry caught it before Hermione could reach it.
"Are you sure you should be drinking this, Hermione? Maybe you had your share for the night?" he asked, his eyes observing hers carefully.
"No, Harry. Ron was right, as much as I don't like to admit it. I don't ever have fun." She remarked sadly. "I don't let myself have it. I always tell myself there are other, more important things to be done. And my enjoyment is at the bottom of priorities. I reckon I can allow myself to be a little rebellious.." she let loose a drunken giggle "..And enjoy the moment".
With that said she took the bottle (a little forcefully) from Harry, opened the cork and gulped down some of the liquor. "O.k that's enough youn' lady" Ron said firmly, taking the bottle away from her and taking a shot himself.
"Oh c'mon Ron. The girl needs to have some fun, you told her that yourself".
Dean said, watching Hermione closely as she pouted and crossed her hands across her chest. "Well, I changed my mind" Ron answered briskly. "And stop looking at her like that" he added grimly, pointing his bottle of tequila in what passed to him as threatening gesture.
"Like what? Like tha'?" Dean continued, moving his eyes up and down Hermione's form. A blush made its way to her face. She wasn't wearing her robes today; only her school uniform (it was pleasantly warm in the library that day).
Due to her sitting position her skirt had ridden up to her thighs and her shirt wasn't thoroughly bottomed. She quickly tried to arrange herself, pulling down her skirt.
Ron looked like he was ready to burst.
Harry, however, spoke before Ron got the chance to grow Dean purple bunny ears from his head; "cut it out, Dean" he said, eyeing Dean dangerously. Then turned to Hermione and said "don't mind him, he's just drunk".
Hermione thought he should be saying that to Ron rather then to her, he seemed to be taking it more personally. "Why don' we play a game?" Hermione said hopefully, trying to distract Ron from his sudden urge to curse Dean with the bunny ears.
"Wha' game?" Neville inquired, trying to focus his eyes on Hermione but failing miserably. "Well, umm.. How about spin the bottle? We've got enough of those around."
"I'm in" Harry said promptly. "Me too" Seamus said. "Count me in" Dean mumbled after loosing a staring contest to Ron.
"Yeah o.k whatever" Ron said distractedly, still thinking if purple bunny ears were nasty enough to punish Dean with. Well, purple really wasn't his colour. "How about you Neville?" Hermione asked him kindly. "Wha'? Yeah.. Sure. Go ahead." Neville burbled from his corner, not really sure what he was agreeing to (drinking seriously cut short his memory capacity).
"O.k then, Boys" she gestured for them to come closer and form a circle. Neville, Dean and Seamus drew near them, dragging themselves from the hearth.
"Umm.. Right.." Hermione mumbled, taking the now empty tequila from Ron's hands. She spun it, letting it twirl until it stopped pointing to Harry. Seamus smirked from the other end of the bottle. Harry shifted uncomfortably, he didn't like that smirk.
"Harry", Seamus looked at him pointedly. "Seamus", Harry returned the stare.
"Truth or dare?", Seamus said to the point. "Truth" Harry said in a heartbeat. "Have you ever had more then friendly feelings towards Hermione?" he asked quickly.
Seamus didn't waste a second, Harry thought grouchily.