Harry took Hermione to a very fancy restaurant called Fudgie's Bar and Cafe'. They took their seats. Harry ordered champagne and strawberries with chocolate, Hermione's favorite dessert. He felt a little uncomfortable around her on dates. Hermione ordered six more champagnes. Harry didn't want to spend much more time in the car with Hermoine so she spent the night at Harry's house,and you know what Hermione did since Harry only one bed in his whole house. Besides he only just graduated from Hogwarts wizardry school,and Hermione is a drunk.

Harry was completely unaware of Hemoine's vulger movements until 2:47 in the morning when he coudn't breath (All Hermoine's wieght was atop him). He pushed her off of him and started yelling at her.

"I'm fed up with you always getting drunk and having to sleep in my house on my bed," she was nearly in tears. Harry hadn't yelled at her since their fifth year at Hogwarts.

"Harry, I'm so sorry," she tried to apologise.

"I don't want to hear an apology, you have been intoxicated way too many times,"

"I-I d-didn't realise, Harry,"

"You may have been the smartest witch in our year, but if you didn't realise that drinking is bad for your health, then you might just be the dumbest person ever," Harry screamed angrily at Hermione.

"Harry" Hermione said calmly "Please don't raise your voice at me,"

"Well I'm sorry,but if you want a baby then your going to have to find someone else,you got that?"

Hermione left the house crying hysterically. She summoned the Knight Bus and Stan Shunpike stepped out. He said his usual monologue then noiticed her crying and said, "Just come on, no fee,"

"I need to go to the Burrow,"

"Ernie to the Burrow"

When she arrived Mrs. Weasley was already waiting outside with a cup of tea ready for her.

Hermoine was very greatful "Thanks"she said and as she was drinking tea she remembered Mrs. Weasly was an understanding person,and she knew how to solve girl problems,like most women.

"What's wrong honey?" Mrs. Weasley asked sympethetically.

"Harry was yelling at me because I got drunk,"

"Oh Hermione, dear, I didn't know you were one to get drunk,"

"I get really stressed and that is a very delicate way to put it,"

"Dear, I have many ways to get out of stress and that is not one of them,"

"What are they? I really want to earn Harry's trust back as soon as possible,"

"Well one of them is cooking, cleaning, knitting, and talking to friends. One I really don't reccomend is screaming,"

"Thanks, Mrs. Wealsey, is it alright if I sleep here tonight. I'm drunk and I really shouldn't apparate,"

"Okay sweetie, Fred and George are at their shop so you are welcome to their room,"

She walked up three flights of stair dizzily. When she entered the messy room, she had the urge to clean up the gum stuck to the bedposts, 'lava' on the floor, and the explosives under the pillows.

The only problem was she was way too tired to clean,or walk across the room.

She immediatly collapsed into a pile of pygmy puff you-know-what.

She awoke half a minute later to a messy room, a clump of frizzy brown hair stuck together by pygmy puff poo,and Ron giving her CPR she couldn't beleive the handsome Ron Weasley was practically kissing her she pretended to be unconcious just to 'make-out' with Ron. She finally gave up playing dead one and one half hours later Ron explained that he had heard a crash one floor above so he came upstairs to find Hemoine dying and he desided to rescue her becuase he loves her. then he ran out of his brothers' room after the sweet remark.

"Ron, wait!" Hermione yelled after him, but he was already gone.

"Hermione, what are you yelling about?" Ginny asked coming up the stairs.

"Your brother just saved me and I never got to thank him,"

"Why aren't you at Harry's house?" Ginny had a little bit of a disgusted tone in her voice.

"Because I was intoxicated last night and he got mad at me for always being drunk,"

"Hermione, you really need to find a better relaxing techinque. Drinking ruins the liver and no matter what amount you drink, there are still damages,"

"Ginny, what would reccomend me to do with my alcohol problem?"

"I would reccomend one day at a spa a month. I know a great one. It's called Wizspa. All you would have to do is go in and say your one of my friends and they would let you get a facial, a massage, and a mani pedi. Free."

"Thanks, Gin I so owe you one,"

"Oh, and by the way," Ginny said, "You might not want to tell Harry you like Ron. He'll get pissed."

With that Ginny went into the bathroom to freshen up for the day.

"I can't believe she got drunk in front of Harry. I mean, geez, you'd think she would have a little more self-control, right?" Ginny ranted to herself.

She heard an immistakable 'pop' coming from the living room. It was Harry! She was still in love with him from when she was six. She ran up to him and gave him a huge hug. The problem was he didn't return It.

She was concerned. "Harrry, what's wrong?" She asked backing away.

"Where's Hermione? I need to speak to her."

"She's upstairs taking a shower. Why do you need to speak to her?"

"I need to apologise . . . I yelled at her last night and I don't want her to be mad at me,"

"From what it looked like this morning, I think she deserves you to be mad at her,"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw her snogging Ron this morning,"

"What! That- that Bitch!"

"Woah! Such language from The-Boy-Who-Lived." Ginny said sarcastically.

Ron came down and sat on the couch reading a quidditch magazine.

"How could you?" Harry accused.

"How could I what!" Ron asked alarmed.

"You know what you did,"

"No, I don't really,"

"You kissed my girlfriend!"

"I was giving her CPR!"

"What then you just decided you loved her and snogged her into oblivion?"

"No! I thought she was dead!"

"Well couldn't you have left her?"

"No, I couldn't have! She's my best friend!"

"She is now my ex-girlfriend!"

He apparated out quickly.

Ginny asked steamed,"Why'd you go off and do that?"

"He had it coming," Ron murmured.

"Oh my gosh, Ron, no he didn't, you did. You are the one who kissed Hermione for over an hour!"

With that she sromed off to her room to write. Writing was also one of the things she did to calm down.