Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

A/N: First of all, I must apologise for the state of this story in terms of editing - it's half done... I've been unable to contact the person who was going over it with me. Hopefully once I manage to talk to her again, we'll have the rest of it beta-ed and I'll repost. But for now, this is what I've decided to post. I'm going to post this story in three parts... the second part is already finished, and I'm almost done with the final part. Hopefully it will be finished tonight.

Second, the title is significant... La Alegría by Yasmin Levy is a song I've been listening to a hell of a lot over the past week, and the first lines of it are what really get to me: Yo bebo y bebo y bebo para olvidarte; Yo duermo y duermo y duermo para no pensar. It means 'I drink and drink and drink to forget you; I sleep and sleep and sleep not to think'. I guess in order to have any idea about how these words really affect me you'd have to be in my place. But I also thought it was appropriate for a lot of this story.

Thirdly… this is dedicated to someone I hope will notice this has gone up. She helped me come up with the idea and she's been an incredible friend over the past few months. I hope she reads it, and I hope she knows how much I need and adore her.

La Alegría – Part I

"Please, Hermione?" Ron whined, practically getting down on hands and knees, begging her to follow him and the other Gryffindor seventh years to the Room of Requirement for a small game of Truth or Dare.

"No, Ron," Hermione snapped at him, for what must've been the tenth time. "I've already explained why I'm not coming, just go without me!"


"No," she said firmly, looking back down at her book.

Ron sighed heavily and looked around at Harry, "Should we?"

Harry shrugged, "Go on."

Ron nodded solemnly and marched across the common room to where Ginny was sitting with her friends. After speaking to her for about a minute, he came back with her.

"Alright, we're going then," he said loudly, winking rather obviously at Ginny as he, Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor seventh years left the common room.

"Hi Hermione," Ginny said, sighing as she plopped herself down on the couch next to the Head Girl.

"I'm not going with them," Hermione said pointedly, as she put her book down to look at Ginny.

Ginny grinned, "You know Ron came over to ask me to ask you to go?"

"Every time he wants me to do something and knows I won't if he asks me, he gets you or Harry to ask me," the brunette said, twisting her body around on the couch to face Ginny.

"He won't shut up about it unless you go, you know," Ginny said seriously. "I'll come with you, if you want."

Hermione threw a glare in the direction of the portrait hole – Ginny assumed it was meant for Ron – and sighed. "Alright, fine. We can go for a little while."

Ginny grinned again, "Come on then."

After sneaking through the castle as quietly as they could, they came to the Room of Requirement. As they entered the room, they were greeted by raucous cheering as Ron downed three shots of Firewhiskey.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Do I really have to stay?"

"Yes," Ginny said, slipping her hand down to hold Hermione's. "It'll be alright, and you don't have to stay for a very long time."

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed suddenly, "I knew you'd come!"

"I guess you did," Hermione muttered, glancing sideways at Ginny, not feeling reassured at all by Ginny's hand enclosed around hers.

"Come sit down!" he slurred, patting the spot next to him enthusiastically.

"No Ron, we'll sit down here," Ginny said quickly. "Go back to the game guys, what're you up to?"

"We're playing truth or dare," Lavender told her, grinning widely, "Ron just did his dare, so he gets to spin the bottle and challenge whoever it lands on."

"Awlright!" Ron exclaimed, leaning forward unsteadily and grabbing at the empty green bottle in the centre of the circle. He spun it and it landed on Dean. "Dean! Truth or Dare?"

"Uhh," Dean said uncertainly, "how about a truth this time?"

Ron grinned, "Okay. Have you... lost your virginity?"

Lavender and Parvati, predictably, dissolved into giggles while Hermione rolled her eyes and looked sideways at Ginny. She and Dean did used to date after all. Even if Hermione did think the question was embarrassingly immature and trivial, she couldn't help but wonder what the answer would be. Ginny looked just as disapproving as Hermione did,

"What a stupid question," she muttered, so only Hermione could hear.

Meanwhile, Dean had gone slightly pink in the face. "Um...well...not exactly..." he trailed off, now looking downright uncomfortable.

"So that's a no," Ginny interrupted quickly.

Ron snorted, "The virgin has to spin then."

"Oh shut up Ron!" Hermione snapped. "You're not one to talk."

"Have another Firewhiskey," Harry said quickly, offering the bottle to Ron before the tall red-head could yell back at Hermione. "Dean, just spin."

The game continued on in a civil fashion, or at least as civil as it could be with a drunken Ron in the mix. Over the next hour or so everyone was forced to do at least three shots of Firewhiskey each, including Hermione. This was probably the only way that anyone was going to get her to do anything.

"Ok Parvati," Seamus hiccupped, "I dare you and Padma to make out!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up and looking rather pleased with himself. The rest of the boys suddenly looked rather excited and edged forward a little.

Parvati and Padma made identical faces of disgust. "That's disgusting, we're sisters!" Parvati said, glaring at the boys.

"But hot sisters," Seamus said encouragingly, winking at the girls. "Come on, it's not as though you're going to have sex."

"No," Parvati and Padma said at the same time, crossing their arms.

"Aww," Seamus pouted.

"Will any of you lot make out with each other?" Dean asked, pointing his finger unsteadily at the girls.

"How about Hermione and Ginny?" Seamus slurred quickly, looking pleased with himself again.

"What?" Hermione asked, looking rather worried and feeling quite sober suddenly.

"Seamus wants us to make out," Ginny giggled, poking Hermione in the side. "Don't you want to?"

"I... I don't know if I'm quite drunk enough for that," Hermione said nervously, biting down on her bottom lip.

"Come on Hermione," Seamus insisted impatiently, "we wanna see some hot girl-on-girl action!"

The rest of the boys nodded in agreement, except Ron, who had decided to close his eyes and stick his fingers in his ears, not really wanting to see his innocent little sister kiss his ex-girlfriend.

"Go on," Seamus insisted again, "the faster you do it, the faster it'll be over."

Hermione sighed exasperatedly and leaned forward, pecking Ginny quickly on the lips. "Satisfied?" she asked.

"No!" Seamus exclaimed in outrage, "Come on Hermione, give her a real kiss."

"It's alright, Hermione," Ginny said, smirking slightly, "friends kiss each other all the time."

Hermione was still wondering about the factuality of that statement when Ginny kissed her. She was so surprised that she automatically kissed her back, immediately taking note of how soft and smooth her lips were. Ginny slowly worked Hermione's mouth open, shifting her body so that she was almost on top of the older girl, sucking softly but insistently on her bottom lip. Hermione finally opened her mouth and their tongues touched. Hermione pulled Ginny closer, beginning to feel light-headed.

She felt as though she was spinning, feeling absolutely intoxicated by this kiss. Hermione was sure this feeling had nothing to do with the Firewhiskey she'd consumed earlier, and knew that the only way to figure out what she was feeling was to hold Ginny closer and kiss her harder.

When the need for oxygen became too great for both girls they broke apart, foreheads resting on each other's and breathing fast.

"Maybe we should leave the room," Harry said in a nervous voice, sounding as though he was very far away from Hermione.

"No fucking way," Seamus breathed, his eyes wide open, "do it again!"

"Shut up Seamus," Lavender said quickly, watching Hermione and Ginny move back from each other slowly. "It's their turn to spin the bottle."

"Oh... right," Ginny muttered, shaking her head slightly and looking around for the bottle. "I'll spin it then," she said quietly, picking the bottle up and spinning it.

It didn't take long for the group to get back into the game, Seamus and Ron asking stupid questions and everyone drinking more alcohol. Hermione and Ginny spent much of the rest of the night in silence, sitting next to each other and both thinking about the kiss.

When Hermione woke up the next morning, it was with a face-full of long red hair. She frowned, wondering why Ginny was in her bed, and moved the hair out of her face. She looked around and realised they were still in the Room of Requirement. Lavender, Parvati and Padma were snuggled up together on some cushions, and the boys were all sprawled around the rest of the room. Ginny was breathing deeply, one of her arms curled up around her head, the other one around Hermione's shoulders. One of Hermione's arms was slung across Ginny's waist, and one of her legs was in between Ginny's. She smiled slightly and closed her eyes, breathing in Ginny's scent deeply and moving closer to her.

After a few minutes, she decided she probably wasn't going to fall back to sleep, so Hermione sat up slowly, making sure she didn't disturb Ginny. There were empty bottles of alcohol everywhere and she was suddenly thankful that she hadn't had more than those three shots of Firewhiskey Ron made her drink at the beginning of the night.

"Maybe I should clean this up," she muttered to herself, sighing heavily and looking at the mess helplessly.

"Don't bother," she heard Ginny say quietly from behind her. "Once we leave the Room'll clean itself up."

Hermione looked back at the younger girl and began to feel slightly nervous. "Ah, you're right. Maybe we should get going then?"

Ginny rolled over onto her back with a small grunt and stretched out. "Leave the rest of them here to sleep off the booze. It's Sunday anyway, no Quidditch practice or school or anything."

Hermione nodded and looked down at her watch, "It's almost one. Let's go back to Gryffindor Tower, have a shower and then go down for lunch."

"Good idea," Ginny said, yawning slightly and standing up. "I'm surprised we slept for so long," she remarked, looking back at the uncomfortable 'bed' of cushions they'd slept on. She grinned at Hermione, "Last night was interesting though, huh."

Hermione smiled uncertainly, "Yeah. Come on, I'm hungry."

Hermione and Ginny spent the rest of the day together. They quickly stopped off at Gryffindor Tower to shower and change, then went down for a late lunch. The Great Hall was almost deserted, but there was still enough food for the two of them. After lunch, they walked back to Gryffindor Tower where Hermione sat down to do homework and Ginny sat down next to her to read her Transfiguration textbook and write notes. They worked quietly and happily together for the next couple of hours, both quite content with sitting close to each other.

"Is there one 'r' in correlation or two?" Ginny asked, frowning down at her textbook.

"Two," Hermione replied, looking sideways at her. "Why?"

"There's a typo in the textbook," Ginny sighed, "that's annoying."

Hermione smiled, "Perfectionist."

"Look who's talking," Ginny poked Hermione in the side with a silly grin spreading across her face.

"What does that mean?" Hermione asked, poking her friend back.

"Just that you're one of the most obsessive compulsive people I've ever met," Ginny laughed, catching Hermione's hands before she was able to poke her again.

"I am not!" Hermione exclaimed in amused outrage, trying to free her hands. "How am I obsessive compulsive?"

"You don't leave homework or an essay alone until you've finished it, edited it and made doubly sure that everything is neatly set out," Ginny giggled, holding onto Hermione's hands tightly. "Give in, Hermione," she said, giving the older girl a triumphant grin.

"Never!" Hermione exclaimed dramatically, launching herself forward suddenly so she was on top of Ginny. "Now, you give in!" she grinned back at the girl beneath her.

Ginny grinned nervously, "Alright, alright, I give in."

Hermione grinned back, missing the nervous look on Ginny's face. "Good! Now, do you need any more help with your homework?"

Ginny snorted, rolling her eyes, "No, I think I'm good."

"Okay," Hermione said, smiling happily and moving off Ginny to sit next to her, pulling her homework towards herself.

Ginny sighed and smiled. Resting her head on her hand, she watched Hermione being to work for a moment, before shaking her head slightly and looking back down at her own work.

She wanted to ask Hermione about the night before. She wanted to know why Hermione kissed her back so enthusiastically. She wanted to know if there were feelings behind the intensity of her reaction... she wanted to know if she felt the same way.

Ginny sighed and looked away from Hermione, back at her textbook. She tried to keep on reading, picking up her quill to make notes, but after reading the same sentence three times, she decided to put her quill down and build up the courage to ask Hermione about what was distracting her.

"Hey Hermione," Ginny said slowly, chewing on the inside of her mouth slightly as she turned to look back at the older girl.

"Yeah?" Hermione responded, looking sideways at Ginny with a half-grin on her face.

"You know what happened last night?" she asked, suddenly looking slightly nervous.

Hermione blushed, "Oh... you mean what Seamus made us do?"

"Yeah... I mean... I don't suppose you..."

"Oh, don't worry Ginny," Hermione said quickly, the pink in her cheeks darkening slightly, "I'm straight, it's ok."

"Ah," Ginny murmured, looking down at her textbook again, frowning.

Hermione was silent for a moment, watching Ginny. Then she spoke, "Aren't you?"

She didn't respond, closing her book and putting it on the table in front of her. Hermione bit her lip and twisted her body to face Ginny.


"I think I'm gonna go and have dinner," she said softly, standing up quickly.

"It's only five o'clock," Hermione said, reaching out to touch Ginny's arm softly. "Come on, talk to me."

"No," Ginny said, her voice still very quiet. She stood up, "Listen, I'll see you later."

"Alright," the older girl said, biting on her bottom lip and watching Ginny walk away. She frowned and looked down at her homework, wondering why her stomach suddenly seemed to be doing light somersaults.

Yo bebo y bebo y bebo... para olvidarte…