Unspoken Harmony

if you left me id probably die

Hermione's head pounded. When she exhaled red mist left a trail in the air almost like steam off of a boiling pot. This was genuinely the worst Hermione has ever felt ever. Her stomach grumbled in pain and her chest was on fire. Not to mention her head. God her had hurt so bad. What was that smell? She almost puked all along her front was sticky and smelly. She pushed herself up to observe where she was. A Gryffindor curtain was pulled around the bed she lay on. It was built just like her bed in her dorm. Yet it was off, her side table was on the wrong side. Hermione brushed off her robe that was around her shoulders not exactly understanding how she had it on.
       Why had she wore pants to bed? Hermione tried to remember but it was hard and hazy. The last thing she remembers is. That kiss with Lavander. That felt so good, Her saliva tasted like that ruby and her mouth burned and bubbled like Firewhisky.

"Good morning." A voice said sternly. Her eyes hurt and it felt like they were sunken in the back of her head. She looked down and saw a pair of green eyes staring back at her. Glasses freshly placed on his head Harry stared at Hermione for a few moments before he spoke again.

"I'll help you into the shower." He said as he stood up. Hermione was still confused on why she was here with Harry in the girls dorm.

"Harry?" She began as the curtain opened. It was not her dorm. Beds unmade and an analog clock read the time 1:47 had Hermione really slept that long? She never had before the latest she'd slept was 12 before her mother woke her. Harry took her hand as she walked unsteadily the bathroom was on the opposite side of her dorm but the inside looked the same.

"I'm sure you know where towels are and here take these." Harry handed her his quidditch practice jersey and a pair of loose fitting shorts.

"Harry I need underwear." Hermione said flustered at being pampered. Harry sighed and walked back towards his bed and pulled out his drawer grabbing a pair of boxers he threw them to her and shut the door in her face. Hermione didn't understand why Harry seemed so angry. Hermione's head hurt so bad. She slowly undressed and found taking off her skirt that the ruby pen was stuck to the waistband of her knickers. She smiled lightly and took it to her lips. She breathed it in and set it lightly on the bathroom sink before getting into the shower. When the water hit her back she felt like she was floating and something was making her aroused.

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Harry was angry at Hermione. He lay next to her on the floor for hours waiting for her to wake up. He got up and showered and went back to bed. He fussed over her putting a blanket over her feet as she was shivering. Yet when she wakes up she gives him no thanks? Maybe it's just her hangover talking. Harry didn't know to the extent of what she did. Harry's concentration broke as he heard a sound. Moaning?

"What the fuck." He said to himself lightly under his breath. Hermione was moaning up a storm in the restroom. Harry pervertedly brought his face up to the door. He smelt ruby, anger surged through him. Ruby was known to get people in the mood as well as getting people ridiculously drunk with stimulant.

"Hermione!" He banged on the door before continuing.
"You better not be smoking in there." Who the hell gave her something to smoke with? Has Hermione become an addict overnight what the hall happened.

"Sorry Harry." Hermione said seductively through the door. Harry was surprised as it wrenched open to Hermione clad in just a bath-towel with a pen in her mouth. She took a drag and breathed it into his face.

"Hermione stop." Harry started abruptly reaching for it. She backed away slightly.

"It's medicine dummy." She said slowly.
"Makes my head not hurt." Harry knew from George and Fred that when you drank too much some stimulants helped with the hangover. Still Harry didn't want Hermione to have it. Harry took a step into the restroom Hermione interrupted him.