role play
Harry could clearly feel a bead of sweat sliding down his back.
Feeling a little itchy, he shifted uncomfortably. "What romantic history? At most—" He paused halfway through his sentence. What was it? Love at first sight? First love? A shy crush? It seemed like no matter what he said, it would anger Queenie. It was all Ron's fault! ...And Hermione too!
“I bet she’s very pretty?” Queenie dipped her finger in mayonnaise and took a bite of the shrimp Harry had peeled.
"Um...uh...uh..." How did Queenie know?
How did I know?
"...!" How did Queenie know?!
Queenie leaned half her body on the table, tilting her head to look at him. "It's simple. We know Ginny is Ron's sister, and she obviously likes you. We also know Ron is so handsome, so it's not hard to imagine that his sister must be very beautiful as well. And with such a beautiful girl liking you, you like Cho—are you going to say that she's plain-looking?"
Harry glanced at his two friends still arguing about Ginny, pushed aside his glass, and slumped down like Queenie. "I can't deny that Cho is really beautiful—"
Queenie's hand had already climbed up Harry's waist, ready to give him a good whack.
"—But I like you, so you're the prettier one."
"A shrewd scholar."
Mr. Potter's sweet talk failed to stop Queenie's actions; she still pinched the soft flesh on his waist. Harry gasped and quickly pressed her down, and now her hand was completely pressed against his waist and abdomen.
This action was so tempting that Queenie twitched her fingers, unable to resist the urge to reach under his clothes to punish him and reward herself—meaning, no one could see what was happening under the table anyway.
But Harry asked her a question, "Do you think Ron is handsome too?"
“Yeah.” Queenie paused her thoughts, raised an eyebrow, and made another comparison, “But he’s not as handsome as Sirius. Honestly, isn’t good looks a prerequisite for becoming a sailor?”
"you--"
Queenie kissed him the moment he opened his mouth; the intense scents of wild strawberry gin clashed and intertwined, like a tango, evenly matched, neither willing to yield, neither able to defeat the other.
After Queenie's kiss ended, her hand was already on Harry's waist and abdomen—without any obstruction.
“Queenie—” Despite the dim light, Harry’s hand remained over Queenie’s to prevent her from being unruly—frankly, the fact that her hand was inside was already quite unruly! And this wasn’t Queenie’s house! Nor was it a sofa they were sitting on!
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed repeatedly.
Hermione displayed a strange pride, "Ha, I told you Harry's kissing skills weren't bad!"
Harry's face turned bright red. "You—"
"No offense intended, but you guys really don't try to hide anything from people."
Queenie, however, was more interested in Hermione's statement: "How do you know Harry's kissing skills are good?"
Hermione said earnestly, "Because Harry can do anything he wants."
"Harry is that amazing?"
“Of course, he single-handedly defeated a dragon! A fourth-year student! The youngest ever!” Hermione exclaimed proudly.
“He even saved me from the merfolk!” Ron added excitedly.
Queenie's muscles tensed instantly, becoming rock hard.
She patted and pinched him casually, saying easily, "Oh really? I guess Harry even fought a troll?"
Harry almost screamed. When he was drunk, he didn't even remember what he should or shouldn't say! Was he still going to use the Oblivion Charm on Queenie? No, he was still a minor... Let Sirius use the Oblivion Charm on Queenie? Harry wanted to jump up and cover his friend's mouth, but that would be too suspicious.
The conversation continued as Harry struggled with his decision.
Hermione was surprised. "How did you know?"
"Let me think... what else is there... werewolves? Harry even fought a werewolf, didn't he?"
"Merlin! You're amazing!"
Harry, “…” Merlin’s beard! He was going crazy! Under extreme tension, the alcohol he had just consumed was fully activated, and Harry’s mind was incredibly clear. He even unconsciously used Occlumency to control his expression.
Queenie, however, didn't seem to care. She turned to Harry and said with amusement, "Do they like to immerse themselves in Lockhart's novels when they're drunk? Or do you two enjoy role-playing in the world Lockhart created?"
"...We were a little naive." He really didn't want to say it—but thanks to Lockhart's novel!
"So what role does Mr. Potter play?"
Harry decided to tell part of the truth, trying to downplay it, "The Savior."
"Hahaha! No wonder you've defeated dragons and trolls, a savior? You're so cute!" Queenie hugged his neck and laughed so hard she almost fell over. Harry held her waist to keep her balanced. "So, thanks to the hero Potter, I've become Princess Campbell in the tower too?"
"..." Apart from the parts where he was being teased, it was a wonderful night.
"Okay, I'm home now. Goodnight. Remember to take a picture of you in your uniform."
"Okay, goodnight."
Harry hung up the phone, looked at the two drunk people leaning against each other, and sighed.
They parted ways with Queenie at the bar entrance—he couldn't very well take two drunks home with him, nor could he abandon two drunks to take Queenie home, so he first put Queenie on the bus home and kept in touch to make sure she was safe. He lied and said he would take Hermione and Ron home in a taxi, but actually dragged them to a bench by the roadside to wait—once Queenie got home, he could Apparate them directly back to Grimmauld Place.
Then Hermione and Ron, due to the side effects of Apparition, vomited violently while leaning against a street lamp. The aging potion also stopped working. In this situation, the only "adult" present seemed like a pervert. Fortunately, there was no one on the street.
Harry helped the two to sit on the steps in front of the door, then went around to the backyard and climbed up to the third-floor window. He stumbled as soon as he landed—his aging potion had worn off. Harry quickly changed his clothes and ran downstairs to open the door for his friends. He had just managed to get the two, who were slightly more conscious, inside when he heard the clatter of footsteps and Mrs. Weasley's roar behind him.
"Where have you all gone?!"
The scene seemed familiar. Harry and Ron were both startled, and Hermione froze—it was the first time she had ever been yelled at by an adult.
Mrs. Weasley, smelling the alcohol, became even angrier. "Alcohol? You sneaked out to drink?! At such a dangerous time? You could die! I knew Sirius would corrupt you sooner or later!" Harry guessed she was referring to Sirius's habit of wandering around the house with a wine glass all day.
The three dared not refute, letting Mrs. Weasley's anger fall on the innocent Sirius, letting her think that the three of them had secretly gone out for drinks.
Mrs. Weasley gave the three of them a stern scolding, then led them into the dining room and, with a stern face, gave each of them a glass of hot milk.
The three looked at each other and said obediently, "Mom/Mrs. Weasley, we love you!"
"As long as you don't make me worry." Her voice was still dry, but it was not without affection. After all, who would have the time to worry about others?
Harry made his way to Sirius's room in the dark.
He pressed his ear to the door and listened for a while, then quietly slipped out after Mrs. Weasley finished scolding Sirius and went to their room to look around.
The doorknob turned gently, and Harry had just stepped into Sirius's bedroom when he heard Sirius's swift and decisive apology, "Molly, I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, please don't read it anymore!"
"Uh, Sirius, it's me."
“Harry? Yeah, Molly wouldn’t open the door so quietly… What’s wrong? No need to apologize, it’s not the first time Molly has scolded me.”
"..." He completely forgot about apologizing. "Actually, I wanted to ask you to help me turn this outfit into a sailor's uniform. My shapeshifting skills aren't very good."
"..." What a strange request, but since it's what Harry wants, he naturally agrees unconditionally.
Harry looked away sheepishly, adding a detail, "Um... make it bigger, the size I'll wear when I'm an adult."
"oh--"
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