Just a little story I decided to write, I wasn't sure what was going to happen I just let my fingers do the typing and here it is. I do not own any of the characters I would have thought that would be obvious as I am not that clever nor amazing. We can thank our God J.K Rowling for all that. Anyway on with the story, because I know how boring these little intros always are...

Ron awoke early to see the blinding sunlight come pouring into the room. 'Harry close the curtains' he grumbled pulling the covers over his head. There came no reply and neither were the curtains drawn back over. Ron slowly began to lift himself from the bed, it was so comfortable and it was such a wrench to actually move that he collapsed back down and enveloped himself in his duvet once more. 'Harry mate please I'm too tired can you just make it dark in here again, it hurts!' Again no answer came, Ron opened his one eye and stared at the floor expecting to see his best friend lying on his bedroom floor fast asleep, however he was shocked to see an empty sleeping place and the indent on the pillow where Harry had been lying. 'That's weird, since when does Harry get up and go downstairs without me?' he thought to himself.

Ron got dressed slowly it felt like he had lead weights embedded within him, strategically placed, making it very difficult to lift different parts of his body. As he pulled his t-shirt on, his arm dropped down to his side with a thump. 'Wow I need some breakfast, some - energy - would - be - great - right - now!' He made the seemly long trek down the stairs of the Burrow and very heavily footed made his way to the kitchen. Sitting down at the table still half asleep he heard the first voice of the day,

'Good afternoon sleepyhead' came the voice of none other than Hermione.

'Afternoon? You've got to be kidding what time is it?'

'It's just after 1 o'clock, Harry's been gone nearly half a day already and you just casually roll out of bed!'

'Harry? Huh? That's a point where is he?

'He's gone to Diagon Alley with Mrs Weasley and Ginny, you know that, you were asked to go but you said no'

'Oh yeah, I think I remember but why didn't you go?'

'Well, because I um... Well I wanted to stay here, you know, to read'

'You and your bloody reading, your like a damn walking library, don't know why I bother buying my school books I should just ask you, would save me some money!'

'Ron, you don't even buy your own books, your Mum does!'

Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he was suddenly aware of the fact that him and Hermione were left alone in the Burrow and he wasn't too sure why this bothered him so much. Not that it really meant anything, but they were still...alone. Hermione was staring at him obviously looking for him to speak but when he didn't she went back to her book apparently shaking her head. Ron got up from his seat only to feel very unstable on his feet and promptly sat back down, nursing his head as a pain had just shot violently through it.

'Whoa, that feels weird' he remarked.

'Ron are you alright?'

'Yeah I'm ok...I think! Although first I wake up really late and then I have this weird headache and feel really dizzy, it's strange'

'Erm, Ron...' Hermione began, but at the same time also giggling. 'That would be what is known as a hangover! That fire whiskey you, Harry and your Dad had last night might be a contributing factor'

'Oh God yeah now I remember, how much did I have?'

'Enough! Well enough to make you decidedly drunk! Do you not remember anything about last night?' she replied with a slight blush.

'Err, this may come as a surprise to you Hermione but I don't even know what the day is today let alone anything else my head just hurts'

'Oh I see' she said with a slight hint of hurt in her voice.

'Well then, c'mon fill me in, did I do something stupid? I'm sure I did as that's what I do best, I always say and do dumb things.'

'Well I, I don't really remember to be honest'

'Hermione you just said do you remember what you did last night?, you must know otherwise you wouldn't have said it like that.'

'Look Ron its nothing don't worry about it, it was hardly amazing'

'Right ok then, I'm not going to argue, I feel too awful for that at the moment, I'm going back to bed if that's ok with you?'

'Yeah ok fine' she replied.

Ron made his way shakily over to the sink poured himself a glass of water and shuffled back towards the stairs. Hermione sat listening to last creak of the floorboards before finally hearing Ron's bedroom door close.

'God, how I wish you would remember, as I don't think I'm ever going to be able to forget it' she sighed running her fingers through her slightly knotty hair. She looked up towards the ceiling one last time and smiled to herself before turning back to her latest read.

Another chapter will follow, some reviews would be helpful, so I can work out if this story is rubbish or not! Just let me know good or bad? I don't mind either way!

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