Drinking Games Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harry whispered in my ears. I merely nodded and tried to relax. They had ordered a lot of alcohol but I couldn’t find water anywhere, so I gestured to Harry to get me some as Scarlett was busy giggling away with Paul and the others. “Drink this, I think you will like it, it's champagne,” Harry said softly. I hesitated, as I had never drunk alcohol and was not sure whether it was safe to take that. But when Harry insisted, I had it in a gulp. It was soothing and I liked it immediately.

“We all count and skip any number with 3-6-9. We’ll clap instead. That’s it, right?” “Yep. Let’s play!” And everyone put on their game face, sniggering and cheering every time someone made a mistake. Not long after, almost all on the table have their own share of the mishap. Half of them were already tipsy. “Let’s move on to the next game. It’s called the Image game.” Kwanghee yelled. “Whoever you think fits the statement, you’ll point your fingers at them. The one who gets the most votes has to drink.”

“So what? It’s just dinner with your dad, not like he hasn’t seen us smashed before.” I take a glass and drink it down. I mean, she’s right, Dad won’t care. She takes a refill and turns to me. “Drinking game. Every time we think of hot sex, we finish the glass. No cheating.” “I feel you are going to drink ten bottles if that is the game.” “Don’t pretend you don’t think about hot sex. What about that night with Calder?” I do think about it and then I down another glass. “That is not playing fair.”

I wasn’t feeling it, but everyone else was game, so I went along. We got there, drinks were served. I sipped lightly, mostly watching Mia and Lyra wrestle over the mic with their absolutely terrible voices. About halfway through my glass, something felt off. I went to the restroom first, patted cold water on my face, then came back out. Everyone seemed fine, drinking the same thing I was. I relaxed, but quietly stopped reaching for my glass. Then we started a guessing game and somehow, I kept losing. Every wrong answer meant a drink. The more I tried to slow down, the more I ended up drinking anyway.

And with that, he snatched up his glass and downed it in one go. Amelia smiled faintly as she watched him. Under the table, hidden from view, she held a card, the Joker she had initially drawn. “Alright, let's go!" Mark boomed, pounding the table. "Round two! I'm back, baby!" Amelia’s smile lingered. Quiet, knowing. She slid the Joker back into the deck. The game rolled on. The drinking games had gone on for too many rounds. Everyone was more than a little drunk. “Cheers!" Mark raised his glass high, his cheeks flushed red. He clinked glasses with Jessica. "Bottoms up! No one's going home until we've had our fill!"

Eric frowned and looked at Harry who was only smirking at him. “Hey man, there’s nothing left for me”, Harry pouted as he held the empty champagne bottle. “Let’s order another one”, Sam lifted his hand, and the waiter knew what he was asking. Eric looked at the champagne bottle. Even though he wasn’t much of a drinker, he knew it was expensive, but Harry looked unbothered as his friends kept ordering more every time. Harry started getting drunk, and Jake enjoyed it as he kept licking his neck and kissing it.

The group of adults followed after. "He is a good broom flyer." Erik murmured while walking behind the kids. They soon arrived at the next 'obstacle'. A giant chess set, and behind the set, the next door. The adults watched as the kids had to play a live chess game that had them as pieces. They watched as Mr. Weasley 'sacrificed' his piece, and himself, so that they could win 'the game', resulting in his unconsciousness. They won, and after being sure that he was okay as he could get, the now pair of kids advanced to the next room. A horrible smell attacked their noses as they entered the room. In the middle of it, an enormous mountain troll was knocked out with an ugly and bloody bruise on

he said with a smile, but I shook my head. "Sorry, I don’t drink," I murmured, but Harry’s smile only grew wider. "I don’t either," he replied easily. "This is a soft drink, not liquor. It just looks a bit strange if we're sitting here, not drinking anything. Makes us look cooler, don’t you think?" I chuckled and accepted the glass from him. "You’re right, this does make it seem like we're part of the crowd." "So, Oliver," Harry began, his gaze inquisitive. "Can you tell me more about yourself?"

Junsuh reprimanded. "Oh thank goodness, he is back!" Effie sprang up energetically showing no signs of being drunk-sick earlier. I guess the Junsuh magic was now in effect. We were so busy wallowing in our filth we hadn't noticed him come in. "The party challenge as promised would begin now. Please listen carefully." Hoseok jogged up to the group having finished his confessional. "This game is called drinks and imposters," A large table was cleared by the crew as he spoke, ushering us to take seats.

"Just look at this bitch. She can't even stand properly. Who's going to pay for the damages if she breaks something, eh? It sure ain't gonna be me! Heck, I can only drink at places like this cause' she pays for my drinks! I ain't got no money to pay for her damages, fools!" Even though Lissa did not like the turns of events, but Judy is right. Yes, she was having fun drinking with Anthony, but they'll have to continue this some other time. "Okay, so what do you plan to do?" She crossed her arms against her chest and crossed her legs as well. "Somebody has to win the game or else we'll all have bad luck." She reminded Judy. "You're superstitious, right? And you believe in those things..." "Th