Hermione shook her head. “There was only one, but it was perfect.” She stared off in the distance and then shivered. “Okay, what happens at a hen party stays at a hen party. Right?”
Harry looked a little sick. “Are they all like this?”
Hermione grinned conspiratorially. “Worse, Harry. Much, much worse.”
Harry is concerned with what he has gotten himself into. “Much worse, huh? I’m guessing that pillow fights and whatnot is the official story of what goes on, but you don’t really think that Ron and the rest of the boys are really just playing poker?” Harry says with his lopsided smile.
Hermione blushes slightly and looks down. “Of course not. I’m not stupid.”
Harry nods and nudges Hermione. “So what really happens at one of these things, then?” Hermione smirks. “I don’t think either of us is drunk enough for a straight answer to that question,” she attempts to reply in her usual prim manner.