AUTHORS NOTE: This is femslash Hermione/Minerva and also a little Hermione/Ron and Hermione/Harry.

A little AU, you are warned. In this story, Voldemort was defeated just after the group all turned 16, Dumbledore is still dead, and McGonagall is Headmistress and I'm sure you'll notice other changes too.

I'm still trying to get a feel for the characters, so forgive me, and no flames!

At least I admit when I do something wrong, unlike some authors! Anyway, here we go. (Also, I know Firewhiskey isn't allowed to underage wizards, but I'm thinking one of the other older students smuggled it in, or maybe one of the Professors let the students in it. Anyway, it's involved.)

Maybe it was the joy of finally defeating the legendary and evil You-know-who, the one who had persecuted her friends, and had killed her family.

Maybe it was the party, the feeling to let loose of consequences and rules and deal with the pain later.

Maybe it was the whiskey.

Whatever the reason, here she was, sitting up in a barely covered by a white sheet, in an disgustingly male bed, naked and cold with a slumbering Harry at her side, and a passed out Ron on the other side of the bed, obviously victim to the oh so common male problem.

She winced as the light came in from the window.

Oh yeah, it was the Whiskey.

Damn, how long had they gone? How many times was she slammed into? She could barely walk, and she hurt, and she felt crusted blood on her thighs.

Hermione Granger stood on wobbly, weak legs as she looked for her clothes. As she lifted her clothes into her hands, she looked over to the other bed where a few other students were, and she made a grimace of disgust. She was frustrated and drained, signaling even though she was sure Ron and Harry had a good time she hadn’t been able to finish.

'They probably went two minutes a pop,' she thought with revulsion, pulling on her shirt and skirt. 'I’m never touching firewhisky again.'

Just as she was looking for her last article of clothing—her left shoe, the door to the dormitory swung open and Hermione snapped her head to the noise, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.