Hey guys! Yeah…what up? Completely new story. I'm not even gonna mess around with 'I'm Lost Without You' unless you guys COMPLETELY object to that. The same goes for the sequel of 'Just Friends'. Yes, this just fluff…it's only a fan fiction and that's what I like to write. Anywhozzles…I really hope you enjoy this. And please review!

Ron Weasley took another gulp of fire whiskey, glaring at Hermione Granger from across the room. Her fiancé, Viktor Krum, whispered something in her ear causing her to laugh. He gripped the now empty glass and resisted the urge to throw it at his fat, stupid head. "Ron?" Harry asked. Ron's eyes narrowed as Vicky brushed away Hermione's hair. "Ron? RON!" Ron's best friend of 11 years, Harry Potter, shook his shoulder violently. "What's with you, mate? It's like you're on another planet or something."

Ignoring his friend, Ron turned around and set his empty glass on the bar. The bartender quickly appeared refilling his glass. "Well? Are you going to answer me or not?" Harry demanded.

Ron threw back his drink. "You sound like a girl, Harry."

"Listen, you twit…just because you're still hung up on Hermione doesn't mean you have to be such a prat about it."

"Would you keep your voice down!" Ron hissed. "What do you want anyway?"

Harry grinned sheepishly. "Would you mind if I asked Ginny to dance?"

Ron sighed wearily. "No, go…just leave me alone."

Harry started to advance towards Ginny where she sat with Fred and George. He stopped, turned and clapped Ron on the shoulder. "Look, don't worry about the Hermione thing. It's not like you were in love with her, right?"

"I'm not worried. Not worried at all. I just plan on getting good and drunk." He turned around again and tapped his glass on the bar. "I'll have another! Our lovely lucky Vicky has paid for an open bar, yes he has." The bartender refilled his glass with a concerned glance towards Harry. "And I plan on drinking up all the little bastard's money…." He mumbled under his breath.

Harry knew he should stay and help his friend, but his desire to dance with Ginny was stronger. Just as he was nearing her table, however, he was stopped by Hermione. "Harry!" She hissed shrilly "What on earth is Ronald doing?"

"I believe he's getting drunk." Harry replied distractedly, looking around Hermione's shoulders at Ginny who smiled shyly at him. He grinned back and returned his attention to Hermione who was glaring at him.

"You cannot let him get drunk, Harry!"

"Relax. Ron's a big boy. He can take care of himself. Besides, why do you care?" He asked, grinning at her suggestively. He couldn't help but tease Hermione about the crush she'd once had on Ron. But instead of blushing as she once would have, her face grew hard.

"I care because he is going to ruin my engagement party. And my future in-laws are here and I would not like them to think that I run about with a bunch of drunks!"

"Well, look at it this way," He said, stepping to the side. "Ron will only be one drunk, rather than a whole bunch."

He left Hermione sputtering behind him and continued towards Ginny. She smiled when he reached him. "What did Hermione want?"

"Oh nothing," He held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Since when do you dance?"

"Since now."

Ron downed his fifth drink, his brain was starting to feel fuzzy, but he motioned to the bartender for another regardless. The bartender raised his eyebrows as he poured the liquid a little less generously into his glass. Ron snorted and resumed his watch.

He scowled at Harry and Ginny's oblivious, smiling faces as they moved about the dance floor. They were too busy mooning after each other to console him. Gits he scoffed.

Many drinks later, Ron found it hard to form sentences within his own head. The drinks were also having an effect on his bladder. He made his way towards the back of the hall where Hermione's engagement party was taking place. On his way he tripped over Harry's chair. He laughed loudly. "Hi, Harry! Having fun with my sister?" A few people at the nearby tables stared at him.

Harry and Ginny stood up and, each grabbing one of his arms, dragged him to the wall. Ron leaned against it grateful for its support. Ginny scowled at him. "Ron, what are you doing?" Ron bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, but the sight of Ginny's face was just too much for him.

He let a giggle escape his mouth, Ginny's eyes narrowed. "Stop! Stop!" He laughed. "Don't look me like that, Hinny…I mean Garry." He howled, doubled over with laughter.

Ginny sighed. "Harry, could you please take him to splash some water on his face before he does something stupid?"

"Sure," Harry grabbed Ron round the middle, helping him towards the men's room. "Come on, mate. Let's get you fixed up."

"Wait!" Cried Ron. He squirmed in Harry's arms until he was facing Ginny as Harry continued to drag him towards the bathroom. "I love her, Hinny!"

Harry quickened his pace and kicked open the door. "I love her," Ron crooned. He stumbled out of Harry's grasp and fell against the sink. "I LOVE HER!" He laughed at his reflection.

"Okay, Ron," Harry said, stepping towards him. "Let's make you presentable so you can tell her, alright?"

Ron shook his head, suddenly looking forlorn. "Nooooope. Can't tell her. Can't. Can. Tuh. She's marrying Vicky." He suddenly shut his mouth, looking very green.

"You're not going to vomit, are you?" Harry asked.

Ron nodded and dodged into a stall, the door banging closed behind him.

Harry grimaced as the sound of Ron emptying his stomach echoed throughout the bathroom. Moments later, Ron fell out of the stall, wiping his mouth. He made a beeline for the sink and took a large gulp of water, gargled and spat. He repeated this process before sticking his head under the tap and soaking his hair. He shook out his wet, red locks, spattering Harry with droplets of water. Harry wiped his face. "Thank you for that, really. We all better now?"

Ron moaned, leaning his head against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. "I'm never drinking again…." He mumbled. "Never ever ever." He could think more clearly now, but his head was pounding and his stomach hurt. Probably from all that bloody wretching you've been doing, you git.

"Why'd you do it?" Harry asked.

Ron turned around slowly, grateful for the wall that was supporting him. "I can't watch her marry that arsehole, Harry."

"Oh, go on, Krum's alright."

"No. 'Alright' isn't good enough for her. He isn't good enough for her." He licked his lips. His mouth felt suddenly dry. "No one is." He finished quietly.

"But…she loves him, Ron. Don't you want her to be happy?"

"Of course I want her to be happy! That's all I ever wanted!" Ron yelled. "But not with him! With me!"

"Wow…." Harry sighed. Ron really was still in love with Hermione. Of course he'd always known that they'd had feelings for each other. But he had no idea they were this strong. "So wait…you really love her?"

Ron groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Yes," was his muffled reply.

"Wow." Harry repeated.

"Now what do I do, Harry?" Ron cried, reemerging from behind his hands. "I can't just let this go on! It's killing me! I can't just watch her hug him and kiss him and love him for the rest of our lives. Oh Merlin…I'm about to be sick aga-" He clapped his hand to his mouth and dove into the stall.

"Well, whatever it is, Ron," Harry called in after him, wincing at the noise. "It's gonna have to be drastic."