The Other Granger- COMPLETED

Chapter 14

Elaine's POV: 

After the Quidditch game was over, Professor McGonagall walked me up to the hospital wing.  "Oh another one!" Madame Pompfrey exclaimed when I walked inside.  She was tending to Katie who seems to have just woken up after her accident on the field.  "What's the issue?" Pompfrey asked me as she walked over.  "Broken wrist," I replied, showing her my hand.  She made me sit on the bed, and mended my wrist with the tap of her wand.  "Don't carry anything too heavy...and no pressure on that wrist for a few days!" she ordered, then dismissed me from the hospital wing.  

"Miss Granger, a word, please," Professor McGonagall asked.  She had waited for me outside the hospital wing.  "Of course, Professor," I replied, following her to an empty classroom.  "I just want to make sure you are being careful around Mr. Malfoy," she starts.  "Of course I am," I replied, knowing all too well that she saw Draco send that bludger in my direction.  "Professor Dumbledore doesn't wish for me to share too much information with you, but his parents are Death Eaters.  And as we both know...Voldemort is after you," she started, but we were interrupted by the sound of the entire school coming back inside from the Quidditch game.  "That's all I'll say...just promise me you'll look after yourself," she said with a smile.  When I promised her just that, I left the empty classroom and made my way back to the Gryffindor common room.  

I made it back to the common room just as the rest of the team did.  "All fixed?" Harry asked, pointing to my wrist as we climbed into the portrait hole.  "Good as new," I replied.  "I brought your stuff up from the locker rooms," Fred said, handing me my broom and clothes.  "Thanks love," I replied, adding that I was going to shower really quick as well.  I threw my broom and Quidditch robes on the floor next to my nightstand, grabbed a towel and jumped in the shower.  The hot water felt so nice on my sore muscles.  When I finished showering, I heard the music blasting from the common room.  I quickly changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt (I know right...perfect party clothes haha!) before heading back down.  

When I went down to the common room, I found Harry, Hermione and Ron sitting at a table near the windows.  "Harry, I've been meaning to talk to you," Hermione started just as I sat down at the table with them.  "I think that was very wrong of you to have put liquid luck in their drinks today...and I'm going to Professor McGonagall," she explained.  I had totally forgotten about the liquid luck.  "I didn't put anything in their drinks," Harry said and pulled a tiny (completely full and unopened) bottle of liquid luck.  "You only made them think they took it...Harry that was brilliant!" Hermione said, patting him on the back.  "Explains why I broke my wrist," I added, laughing it off with my friends.  I tried to forget who actually gave me the broken wrist, but my mind kept drifting that way.  Not a second later, Fred and George arrived in the common room from the kitchen.  They had smuggled at least fifteen bottles of butterbeer as well as a platter of food from the kitchen. 

The party in the common room was in full swing.  The music was pulsing through my veins as we danced and celebrated our win against Slytherin.  Sometime during the party, Ron was hoisted up on Fred and George's shoulders and we all chanted 'WEASLEY IS OUR KING' for what felt like hours.  The portraits hanging in our common room were holding their hands over their ears because we were just that loud.  When Fred and George finally let Ron down, Lavender jumped into Ron's arms and they began snogging.  

Harry and I immediately turned to look for Hermione who was already halfway out of the portrait hole.  "I'll go check on her," Harry told me, following Hermione out of the room.  I nodded, knowing she would be in good hands with Harry. 

After Harry went after Hermione, Ron and Lavender also left.  "Let's hope they don't run into Hermione," Fred whispered in my ear, scaring me slightly.  I turned around and pulled him in for a light kiss.  "Have you been drinking?" I asked him after we pulled from our kiss.  "Maybe," he said with a goofy smile.  I don't think I've had alcohol since Jason and I went out that night in London.  "For you my dear," George said as he passed me a shot of fire whiskey.  Fred, George and I clinked shot glasses and chugged it.  Lee Jordan then walked over with a bottle of fire whiskey.  "Great commentary at the game today Lee," I said as he took my empty shot glass and refilled it.  "I do what I can.  Got in trouble with McGonagall, but it was worth it," he replied handing me my glass back.  After a few minutes of talking with the twins and Lee, Harry walked back into the common room and called me over to the corner table.  "Well?" I asked, feeling slightly woozy from the two shots.  Wizard alcohol was much stronger than muggle alcohol.  "Have you been drinking?" Harry asked, smiling.  "Maybe...is Hermione okay?" I asked, starting to hiccup.  "She cried...a lot.  And, of course, Ron and Lavender walked by us and Hermione attacked Ron with her charmed birds," Harry explained.  He was about to say something else, but was pulled aside by a 5th year girl named Romilda Vaine.