Beauty in the Breakdown: Prologue
"Hello, Hermione," Ginny slurred as she noticed the bushy-haired witch standing in her bedroom doorway. "Wha' are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you," Hermione said, frowning at the clearly drunk younger woman. "We were supposed to have dinner tonight, remember?"
"No," Ginny answered, quite honestly she thought. "I'm too pissed to remember anything. Except him. He's a good thing to remember." She took a long draught out of the bottle of wine in her hand and let her head loll back on the couch back.
"Ginny, how much have you had to drink?" the older woman asked worriedly, walking to the sofa in front of the fire, taking careful note of the two empty bottles of merlot thrown absently on the rug and the almost empty bottle of chardonnay in Ginny's hand. She tried to pluck the current bottle of wine out of Ginny's hand, but the other girl held on for all she was worth and slid to the floor.
"Not enough – I can't stop thinking about him," Ginny picked up her head and began to sob wildly. "Oh, gods, Hermione, what have I done?"
Hermione was beginning to feel alarmed. Ginny, who almost never drank, was absolutely pissed out of her mind and whining about some man. This was not her redheaded friend's normal behavior. "Ginny, why don't you tell me from the beginning?"
The redhead leaned her head back against the sofa. "Oh, gods, Hermione, you'll think I'm a terrible person. I am a terrible person." She took another swig of chardonnay straight from the bottle. "From the beginning? All right then…"