It was their 6th year at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were, like the rest of Gryffindor House, celebrating a hard won Quidditch victory in their first game of the season. Students from 1st year to 7th year were joining in with the celebrations, almost deafening music echoing all around, students dancing all over the place, some a little closer than others, while the Butterbeer, with a little added kick to celebrate the special occasion, was flowing freely. Some of the 1st years were already passed out, especially those who'd never had a drop of alcohol before, but the older students still seemed to be partying hard, and they were certainly showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Even Hermione, who normally had little time for parties like this, was getting fully into the swing of things, gulping down a butterbeer, letting herself relax for once. With a laugh, she nearly slammed down her glass, refilling it before taking another sip, turning to head back to the dance floor, grabbing both Ron and Harry as she passed them, laughing and pulling them along with her. "Come on boys! Let's dance and have some fun!" It was clear that the butterbeer had gotten to Hermione, but then again, Ron didn't care. He liked Hermione this way, more carefree, not always quoting rules and trying to tell them why they shouldn't do something. With a laugh, Ron followed her out to the dance floor, beginning to join with her movements, though as the dancing progressed, and Hermione had a little more butterbeer, she seemed to be dancing a little closer to the two boys. As she moved, her ass would occasionally rub against their groin areas, turning to ensure both boys received the same treatment, though whether she was doing it on purpose or simply by accident, it was hard to tell....<|im_end|>
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, and Harry Potter was drunk -- not from alcohol, though, but from adrenaline and happiness. Gryffindor had won the first Quidditch match of season, and having totally obliterated Hufflepuff 240-30, the team was off to a marvelous start. Now the entire team, and truthfully, the whole House, was in the common room celebrating the victory in the best way they knew how: partying. The Gryffindor House was rather notorious for such things, and not all of the party games and activities were very school appropriate... They knew how to have a good time, and even McGonagall knew when to turn a blind eye to some of the festivities, as long as everybody cleaned up after themselves and they didn't do anything too crazy, such as set fire to the tapestries, or enchant the furniture and throw it out the windows so it would fly across the grounds, or send very crudely written 'love letters' to Professor Snape in the middle of the night.
Harry couldn't stop grinning. After much insistence on Seamus' part, he took a shot of the Firewhiskey. He flinched and coughed as it burned its way down his throat. Eyes watering, he looked around, just in time to see Hermione passing him, as well as Ron, laughing and making their way to the spot in the middle of the room where a lot of people were dancing. Harry found himself laughing as well as they all danced together, and also found himself wondering where the night might lead... the way Hermione was grinding against him and Ron, he had a few ideas...
"We should give you butterbeer more often, Hermione," Harry remarked with laughter. It was very rare to see Hermione this loose and uninhibited, just having fun instead of constantly worrying. Harry found that he quite enjoyed this side of her, but he loved every side of Hermione Granger. "I think the party might be starting to wind down," he added after a few moments. Indeed, there were less people dancing now, and it had quieted down somewhat. In fact, a lot of people were coupling off, either sneaking upstairs, or making out brazenly on the chairs and couches, some of them half-naked already. Harry gulped, and let his hands slip around Hermione's waist. "Do you reckon it might be time to turn in?" he asked, to no one in particular, and it was clear in his voice what he really meant.<|im_end|>