Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Three - Too Far

Seamus and Harry left Hermione for the boy's bathroom. They would meet her in the Great Hall after they cleaned up. Seamus had stopped crying halfway through the game but still had leaned on Harry. He was sick, really sick. He knew he'd feel better if he let himself throw up, but he wouldn't make himself do that. If it didn't come naturally then he'd just have to suffer. Crying was just part of his hangovers and he hated that about himself.

They washed their faces in the sink, the cold water felt good. They wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Last night was a lot of fun, the parts they could remember anyway. Harry had some bad times, Seamus thought, but that guy attracted problems like a magnet. He would get through it, he always did. If they could get through lunch, then they could sleep the rest of the day.

"You ready?" Harry asked. Harry pointed his wand at Seamus and himself, cleaning their clothes.

"As ready as I'm going to get." Seamus sighed.

They both put their hoods back up before leaving the bathroom and went to find Hermione.

They sat at the end of the Gryffindor table; it was subdued since they lost today. Slytherin won by over 200 points. Everyone was disappointed and waiting for their team to show up. The Slytherin table was loud and boisterous, normally they were more reserved, but they beat Gryffindor at quidditch, if this was not a time to celebrate then when would.

"Potter." Blaise sat across from him with Theo and Draco, "We're joining you today, it's very loud over there and my head hurts."

"Hmmm." Was Harry's reply but he managed a smile for the Slytherins.

"Thank god, I was hoping they'd join you." Steve sat next to Harry. "My table is too close to those happy Slytherins." Steve puts his head down on his arms, closing his eyes.

"You can always join us, even if no one else does." Harry mumbled, as he followed Steve's example of putting his head down.

"Well boys, I hope you've learned a valuable lesson from all this." Hermione sits next to Theo, "You all drank way too much, and we could smell that stuff Neville grows before we even saw your bonfire last night. Honestly, you're lucky you didn't get alcohol poisoning. I saw the empty bottles and how did you get a keg out there, I mean, where did you people even get one? I didn't think that was something you could get in Hogsmeade."

Hermione started ladling out soup, handing a bowl to each of the over-served boys. "Here, you need to eat, and soup will always help. You know, drinking causes dehydration... and take some bread too; it'll help absorb whatever's left in your stomachs. I mean, there's probably not much. Maybe Theo and Seamus, they weren't vomiting today... all over the quidditch field I might add. I bet young Harry and Draco would be ashamed of your behavior in their favorite arena."

"I know these two didn't watch any of the game today, but did you three?" Hermione asks, handing the last bowl to Blaise, they all shook their heads no. "How about you Stephen? I'm not much of a quidditch fan myself but there were some very exciting parts."

"Hermione." Harry whispers, "You should eat too." He wanted to tell her to shut up, but his face still hurt from when she slapped him, and he didn't want to be rude to her... he did want her to quit talking though. Steve and the Slytherins were just watching her speak.

"Darlings!" Pansy squeezes in between Blaise and Draco, "Why are we sitting with the losers today? Not that you're a loser Potter, so don't give me those puppy eyes, I'm talking about the quidditch losers. We should be celebrating. Did you see when Daisy caught the snitch Dray, you should be proud. You too Potter, she went on and on about how you taught her that move she used, I forget the name, but apparently it was one you showed her the other day. Very impressive."