Hermione Granger studies harder than you. (her_my_nee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-21 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, james kirk, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
Who: Hermione Granger and Kitty Pryde (brief appearance by Jim Kirk!)
When: After this post
Where: Kitty’s place
What: Drinking?
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Hermione drove to Kitty’s place. She was thinking that it would probably be a good idea for her to start apparating. She’d never get better at it or feel more comfortable with it if she didn’t get more practice. After splinching Ron in her dream, she was terrified. But she’d have to get over that.
Anyway, she knocked on the door to Kitty’s place, ready to help comfort her friend in whatever way was necessary. She’d told Jim where she’d be, and he might come pick her up in a few hours if she was unable to drive for whatever reasons.
Kitty answered the door, swaying a little on her feet. She’d already hit the bottle a little bit, though nowhere as much as she had that first weekend after Xi’an died. She was not that depressed. Mostly she was angry at herself. “Hey. Come in. I might have started without you.”
“That’s okay.” Hermione stepped through the doorway, pulled her purse off and set it aside, then closed the door behind herself. She was just a little hesitant to hit the bottle. She hated putting her friends in the slight danger of getting in trouble. After all, it was technically illegal for someone to hand her alcohol. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“Long version or short version? We have a lot of time, but...some of it is complicated an’ I don’t want you thinking less of me for some of it.” She poured Hermione a glass.
“I won’t think less of you.” Hermione said, frowning. “Honestly, Love, you’re one of my closest friends. I’m sorry that you’ve been handed some shit luck, and I want to help if I can.” Hermione accepted the glass and sat down on the sofa, then motioned to the seat next to hers.
“I just...wanted to move on, you know? I like sex, I like being held, sometimes you need to break down in someone’s arms....” She plopped down. “It was just supposed to be...fun and distracting and mending.”
“And... it wasn’t those things?” Hermione asked, tentatively, then sipped from her glass.
“It was at first but … It grew. I’m not the best with just casual shags.. And I wrestled with it. So hard, so much and...” Kitty shook her head. “I felt like such a bitch. Wanting someone else. Wanting to not be alone. I felt like a betrayer and a...” She knocked back a shot. “And then...this shit happens, and she leaves, and it’s like it was for nothing.”
"She thought you were just friends having a good time, but when you started to feel more it freaked her out?" Hermione asked, now feeling incredibly guilty for being so wrapped up in sex with her husband that she hadn't been a better friend to Kitty.
"She said she felt the same. We were taking it as we went, yeah? And then.." She looked down at her glass. "You know a few weeks ago? When people started acting funny? They were possessed."
“I heard about that, yeah.” Hermione responded. Her friend Zuko had been one of the ones possessed, but she didn’t know about it until afterward. And Zuko was back to normal now, though it’d been crazy for everyone involved.
“Whoever she was possessed by was...not a very good person.” She flexed her fingers, her voice distant and little hollow. “They tortured me and a friend. Had some kind of spell that let us share the pain. She didn’t remember any of it, and didn’t want to, so I couldn’t really...talk to her about it afterwards. And I know what it’s like to be possessed.”
"Oh, God." Hermione said, her hands lifting to cover her mouth. "The Cruciatus curse?" She whispered, mouth hidden by hands.
“I wish.” Kitty chuckled darkly. “It did it the old fashioned way, with pliers and knives. My friend’s fingers...and her tongue. My ear.” She touched it. “Just glad Faiza was around. But...it feels weird. Like I shouldn’t have it.”
Hermione was speechless. She sat in shock and horror for a moment, then, heart thundering, she lifted her glass and drained it.
Kitty poured herself another shot, and knocked it back. "Shit...thought I'd dealt with that." She looked at her shaking hands. "I was able to look at her again. In the eye. Without that fear in my gut, but...I don't know if that wouldn't...have ruined things later on. I don't really blame her for wanting to leave the country."
Hermione poured another for herself. She was already starting to feel a bit warm. The poor girl was a lightweight to begin with, and she’d gone without eating for several hours today. She leaned back with her glass and stared off into space. “...I’m so sorry, Kitty.” She said, softly. “God, I wish I could... do something to make it better.”
Kitty snickered. “Okay so I guttered that.” she curled up more on the couch. “Done with relationships. They always leave or die or run away or try to hurt you. Happened here, happened in the dreams.”
Hermione really couldn’t empathize. She’d never been left, she’d never had a lover die, and she’d never been hurt. Ron was a good guy, even if he was a bit of a dolt. Jim was absolutely fantastic, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Hermione sighed, then scooted closer and lifted an arm to wrap around Kitty’s shoulders, cuddling in close. “Maybe that’s the best bet. Maybe you should just... give up on it for a while.” It seemed like solid advice. Then again, Hermione was feeling really fuzzy now.
“Maybe I will. But let me tell you..the heart will do what it wants, whether you want it to or not!” She leaned her head against Hermione’s shoulder.
Hermione nodded a little. “My heart doesn’t listen to me. But then again, I’m lucky I fell into the right place at the right time. Moon rocks.” She grinned a little, then gulped from her glass. Probably shouldn’t drink anymore, Hermione.
“Man. Maybe I should try that. “hey pretty lady or guy, I have some alien tech, wanna date??”” Kitty giggled.
Hermione laughed, too. “It worked for me, man. I saw that Captain’s chair, and my knickers just fell off.” She went a little pink.
Kitty started giggling. “Oh god I don’t blame you. .. Did I ever tell you I almost..almost screwed him? Scotty kinda cockblocked him with me. It was kinda funny.”
“What? No! That’s hilarious. What happened? I want the full story.” Laughing was much better than being sad. Hermione didn’t mind that at all. She sipped again from her glass, nearly finishing it. Then decided that it was almost finished, might as well just drain the last of it.
“We were like...well he was working on this ship they were building to goto the moon. Before the Enterprise showed up. And Jim was hitting on me, and then Scotty was like ‘noooo you dun wanna go for him he’ll just use you an’ leave you!’”
Hermione laughed. "Oh, Scotty. Well, he has a point. That's sort of Jim's MO."
“He was a HO how the hell did you tame him?!”
"I have no idea." Hermione said, reaching over to set her glass on the end table. She settled back against the sofa and closed her eyes. Jim was definitely going to have to drive her home. "Sometimes I worry about that, actually."
“...yeah? Wanna talk about it?”
“I dunno.” Hermione said, giving a little shrug. “I don’t know if it’d do much help to talk about. He was quite a player, and now he’s monogamous. So, it makes me nervous he’s going to go back to his old ways. Or that he’s going to resent me for... for keeping him all to myself.”
“Threesome,” Kitty announced, slurring the word. “Do a threesome sometimes..find..find someone you trust. Both of you can have fun!”
If she’d been sipping, Hermione would have done a spit-take. She gaped at Kitty. “...but... but what if he decides he likes sex with the third party better than with me?” Genuine concern there.
“Be better at it,” Kitty said, sagely.
Hermione’s poor, drunk brain wasn’t processing things that well. “...how?”
“Just be..better at the sex. An’ if he really loves you anyway he’d want to be with you more, an’ then like...he just gets other women out of his system and you get to try being with a woman too. Right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” Hermione said, though it still made her nervous. In the back of her mind she was hoping that talking about her fears with Kitty was helping the other through her problems. “What if he just like... what if he says ‘why did I ever give this up?’ and then I lose him forever? Two women are better than one, right?”
“I dunno.” Kitty shifted a bit. “Neither of you seem like..like you’d want a three-some long term. An’ maybe you need to just go to Nevada and pay for it, maybe? Keep the emotions outta it.”
Hermione was blinking. Her poor brain, which normally ran so smoothly and carefully calculated everything was grinding now. The alcohol wasn’t helping. She gave a little nod. “I’ll ask him. Or... y’know... maybe we could invite someone we trust in. Someone we know we don’t have those kinds of feelings for.”
“Yeah..so’good idea.” Kitty closed her eyes, the world swimming around her. Not that she’d ever had a threesome, but it might be a fun idea with the right people. She’d rather have Alicia come back, or Xi’an not be dead.
Hermione nodded. They were cuddled close, and Kitty sounded (and felt) a bit more relaxed now. Or maybe she was just drunk. Hermione sighed softly. “I’ll ask him.” She repeated. Then she tugged out her phone and wrote and sent a couple of text messages to her husband.
>> Drnk. Comege tme soonm
>> Shold we ahve a 3s\me?
>> Nevemnd. Preetnd I didnt writet hat.
Kitty started to snore as Hermione’s phone beeped.
>> I’ll beam you back
>> We’ll talk about that when you’re not being adorable drunk
Hermione wasn’t sure she could lift Kitty up into her bed in her current condition, and she didn’t dare try a spell when she was this drunk. She started to pull herself out from under the other woman, then grabbed a throw blanket to lay out over her friend on the sofa. Hopefully she’d be comfortable there.
A few short minutes later, Hermione was beamed away!