#firewhiskey

Coffee and Firewhiskey (ao3) - lydiamartinified Hermione/Draco M, 14k

Summary: He uses alcohol to escape the horrific images that makes sleep cruelly evasive. She drinks coffee in the middle of the night for similar reasons. Their frequent run-ins turn into something neither of them anticipated; something that will either destroy them or help them find what they have been missing. One-shot. COMPLETE.

Firewhiskey (ao3) - jostardust E, 3k

Summary: During his time at Grimmauld Place, Sirius had become increasingly, frustratingly lonely. Of course, if the opportunity presents itself, he wouldn’t say no to some…physical contact.

OR

Charlie really wants to fuck Sirius.

Firewhiskey (ao3) - EmeraldEyedDreamer Hermione/Draco M, 2k

Summary: Prompt #16: Both Draco and Hermione are single and spending Christmas Eve in a pub,and some long-buried feelings come out.

Firewhiskey (ao3) - TreacleTart Poppy/Charlie T, 2k

Summary: Charlie Weasley and Madame Pomfrey commiserate about the war over drinks.

Firewhiskey (ao3) - Twas_Brillig_and_slithy_toves Harry/Ron M, 1k

Summary: Harry and Ron have a bit too much to drink and then are apparated home.

Firewhiskey (ao3) - hopeforrain Seamus/Dean G, 1k

Summary: Maybe Dean had a little too much to drink

Firewhiskey Confessions (ao3) - lillyrosenight Hermione/Theodore T, 1k

Summary: Hermione and Theo are on a stakeout, where they huddle for warmth together and share some Firewhiskey. What could possibly go wrong?

Firewhiskey Confessions (ao3) - Millohoff Hermione/Fred T, 1k

Summary: When Fred thinks he hears something strange going on in the Room of Requirement, he decides to investigate. He would never have guessed what he was going to find.

Firewhiskey Courage (ao3) - MWolfe13 Hermione/Neville T, 1k

Summary: Sometimes you're only brave when your inhibitions fall away.

Firewhiskey in his soul (ao3) - maelstorms Harry/Blaise G, 7k

Summary: AU in which Harry was sorted into Slytherin, settled in 6th year.

Blaise likes music and Harry loves to sing. What else is needed for some fluff?

Greenhouse Number Five (ao3) - kuukielkaa Hermione/Draco N/R, 18k

Summary: There are many parties thrown at Hogwarts. But it is good. After all, Hermione has a drug problem and Draco is addicted to firewhiskey. Everyone has to deal with post-war trauma somehow. But every Muggle knows, it’s better not to mix drugs and alcohol. It’s a pity they forgot to tell the wizards.

Just Friends (ao3) - girlfromthebar Hermione/Draco E, 4k

Summary: Draco took a sip of his firewhiskey. “You wish something was going on between me and Granger. We’re just friends, Pans. I’d say the same thing about you.”

Or, the four times Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger said they were just friends, and the one time they couldn’t.

Tastes like Firewhiskey (ao3) - Bantoo Tracey/Harry T, 11k

Summary: Tracey is sick and tired of hearing Malfoy complain about Harry Potter. She wouldn't say she watched Harry more than anyone else but just seeing him live his life proves Draco's talking out his ass.

So what's a girl to do but play a harmless game?

She just needs a bit of Firewhiskey.

The Dangers of Firewhiskey (ao3) - myroaringtwenties Cornelius/Charlie E, 7k

Summary: The smile, now that was the thing that did Charlie Weasley in. It was soft revealing a straight, white smile beneath pale pink lips. Charlie unconsciously licked his bottom lip. He hadn’t had a good shag in months. Being in England was meant to be a bit of a vacation after all. Besides, who needed sleep? The burns he got on his shoulder from Lucy earlier would keep him up anyhow.

“How are you, love?” Charlie asked, finishing his cigarette and stamping it out with the ball of his foot. He leaned one shoulder against the pub making sure to show off a bit of midriff if he could help it. The dim lighting made picking out the man’s finer features impossible, but Charlie was drunk enough that it hardly mattered.

The Pub (ao3) - TreacleTart T, 2k

Hermione left early with her parents. And now, the three of them were at the Burrow's dinner table. 

"No fucking way!"

Ginny and Ron were arguing. About what, Harry had long forgotten.

"I'll beat you so bloody bad that you won't get out of bed for days!"

Harry downed the rest of the firewhiskey and slammed the bottle down on the table, startling both of them.

"Ask Harry!" Ginny told Ron.

Ron nodded vigorously and asked, "So, who do you reckon, Harry?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing how to tell them he wasn't following their shouting match.

Ginny saw his confused look and explained in a far sweeter tone than she used on Ron, "Ron and I are arguing about who knows you better. Tell him that it's me, Harry." She looked at him expectantly with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Like hell it is!" Ron slammed a fist on the table, looking at Harry. "He's my best friend!"

"And he's my fiancé!"

Harry was sure they knew him almost the same amount, though Ginny might have an edge.

"Ok, how old was he when he first had ice cream?" Ron asked, looking at Ginny with determination.

Ginny's expression matched her brother's. "Seven. You have to be better than that, Ron."

Chocolate, he thought fondly. Charles from school was always friendly to him. On his birthday, Charles’ parents brought ice cream to school, and Charles distributed it to the whole class. He remembered to give him his ice cream away from Dudley.

"What was the first thing Tonks got Harry?" She smirked, knowing that Ron wouldn't know this.

Ron smirked back, and Ginny's smile faltered. She thought he wouldn't know this. "A toy Hippogriff. Harry was three months old."

Sirius told him this. He was surprised that Tonks knew him as a baby.

Ginny's jaw dropped. "How the fuck do you know?"

"Sirius told Harry. Harry told me. What did Harry call it?"

"Giff!" She shouted back at him, frustrated.

She didn't have to think about her next question. "What does Harry think about those horrid orange posters in your bedroom?"

"He thinks they're hideous." Harry turned to Ron to try to deny it, even though he knew it was spot on.

Ron shook his head at him and said, "You're just too good to say so." 

Harry relaxed back in his chair now that it was settled.

"When will Harry be made Deputy Head Auror?" Ron leaned back in his chair too. This was classified.

Ginny grinned proudly at Harry. "The first of September."

"Harry!" Ron turned on him. "That's classified!"

"Not to Ginny, it isn't," he smiled.

"It's your fault," Ron accused her playfully.

"I hate you too, Ron."

Ginny took a sip and asked, "When are we getting married?"

"December 18th."

"Nuh-uh," Ginny wagged a finger. "16th."

Harry looked at Ron apologetically. "We wanted two more days for the honeymoon. We haven't told anyone yet."

Ron grumbled that he was mad that his sister and his best friend didn't tell him, the person who was the most excited about their wedding.

"Who says we can't get married now?" He heard Harry telling Ginny.

"Yes!" He beamed. 

"You just want me to be wrong," she accused.

"No," he frowned. "It's not because of that. I know you two wanted to get married since before you started dating - "

"Exaggeration," Harry and Ginny said at the same time.

He waved them off, and barrelled on, "Besides, I know you're frustrated with all the wedding planning. I'll be your witness." He reached for both of their hands and held them in his.

"That's an idea," Ginny said, after a moment.

Before their drunk selves could actually get up to go to an official, they heard Molly calling for them.

They quickly shot up, and Harry reached for the hangover potions in his pockets, Ginny charmed away the smell and cleaned the table, and Ron disposed of the bottles, and both he and Harry moved around the room to get rid of any other evidence of them drinking. Ginny moved towards one of the cupboards to make a show of searching for the cutlery that her mother had sent them for in the first place.

They did this so swiftly and in tandem that, to an onlooker, they had been practising this for years.