Rating: M for adult themes.

"Go Gryffindor!" Seamus cried, getting whoops and hollers from the rest of the students. After winning their second game in a row for the season the team was feeling good and spirits were high. It was nice to see everyone so jolly after the last few months.

"Can you believe them?" Ginny asked, handing Hermione off a drink as she sat down. "I think Harry is actually chugging drinks."

"I think it's good he's having fun," she laughed, crossing her legs. Looking around the room she couldn't see one person who wasn't having a good time. She took a large sip of the drink in her hand, already feeling a buzz from the prior one. "After everything, he deserves it."

Ginny's eyes widened, a grin spreading over her face. "Wow. Who are you and what did you do with Hermione Granger?"

"I just want to have a good time," the brunette replied, winking. "It's nice to sit back with friends and just enjoy ourselves. Besides, I'd much rather be down here than in my dorm. Malfoy does enough partying for both of us."

She tried to push that thought out of her mind. Malfoy shouldn't even be back at school after the war yet there he was being rewarded for all his bad behavior. The thought of him made her want to be sick most of the time.

"I'm sure," Ginny said, waving as Harry and Ron approached. She was far too familiar with Hermione's opinion of her roommate. She'd absolutely lost it when Malfoy was announced as a Head student, but no amount of persuasion on her part would sway McGonagall's decision. "Anyway, Harry and I signed up for games later, do you want to join?"

"No, no I'm good," she replied, sharing a look with Ron. He'd come up behind her and was softly massaging her neck. They planned to escape for some alone time later, something they could rarely get. Ron promised he had something special for her, but she hadn't been able to figure out what yet.

It didn't really matter what it was, so long as she got some proper time with him. The school year started off with a bang, and they hardly had time to themselves most days.

"Too b-bad," Harry replied, hiccupping halfway through his sentence. He started laughing a little, and Hermione realized the drinking he was doing was starting to hit him hard.

It felt great to just have fun for once.

Looking around the common room she could already see couples splitting off into little corners looking for privacy, or slipping out the door. If a prefect found and reported them there was nothing Hermione could do about that.

Besides, she had a place in mind to be alone with Ron, and it would definitely be uninterrupted. She could feel her head beginning to spin from the alcohol, her mind slowing down to a comfortable hum as she bounced along to the music playing. Gryffindor common room was anything but boring tonight.

Ron bent down, leaning to kiss her cheek as his hands came around to grasp her breasts. She jumped a little, pushing his hands away as her head whipped around, trying to figure out if anyone saw.

"Come on 'Mione," he drawled, spinning around to flop down on the sofa beside her. She realized that Ginny and Harry had disappeared off to the other side of the room where people were dancing. She must've zoned out to completely miss them leaving. "Where is this secret place?"

She smiled, trying to focus. Her head was more focused on the music than her conversation. "Hmm, not yet. Why rush?"

"Why not?" he countered, grinning. He reached over and squeezed her thigh, and she gave him a pointed look.

"We don't have to rush," she said again, flipping around to lay her head on his lap. "This is the… the first big party of the year! We can't leave too soon."

He laughed. "You're so drunk."

"No, you."

Hermione knew she'd had more than enough to drink, but that really wasn't deterring her from following Ron's pointed finger to two drinks he'd brought over. She was having fun, shrugging off her head duties for the first time all year. She wanted to relax.

She wanted to have fun.

"Oh!" she said, suddenly jumping up causing Ron's drink to slosh. She'd had a hefty sip of her own, but that was enough. Her brain knew she was drunk, but that didn't stop her from jumping up and swaying on her feet. "My surprise!"

Ron grinned, the glossy look in his eyes not disappearing. "Show me."

Giggling, she grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him to his feet. He was just as unbalanced as she was, and they swayed together for a moment before regaining balance.

She was marginally surprised with herself. She never drank this much.

They slipped out the common room door without anyone so much as looking their way. The party was underway and no one would miss them. Hermione tripped as she walked along, her legs not wanting to keep her upright as they stumbled through the hallways. Ron was laughing at her side, and several times she had to remind him to be quiet so the prefects wouldn't find them. Finally she came to a door.

"The library?" Ron asked, his tone not as light as before. "Y-you're joking, right?"

"No!" she cried, pulling a key out of her pocket. Immediately one finger flew to her lips, and she glanced down the empty hallways. "Shh. McGonagall gave me this key so I can study in privacy. But now the library is all empty…"

Still looking skeptical, Ron cocked his head to the side and nearly toppled over from the movement. "So?"

"So, it's private! My dorm isn't private." She made a face, inserting the key into the lock. "I know this place is empty at this time of night. No one will find us. Come on, I gotta show you."

Skipping haphazardly into the library she shooed Ron in as well, ignoring his unimpressed look. The dorms wouldn't let her go up to his room, and she certainly couldn't bring him back to hers without having to deal with Malfoy.

No, anywhere was better than her dorm.

She attempted to be quiet as she turned to lock the door but failed, laughing with Ron louder as the door slammed shut. "Whoops."

"Shh, shh," Ron said, grasping her hand. He had perked up a little now that they were inside, and a clumsy flick of her wand dimly lit the space. "We don't want anyone hearing us."

Laughing, she swatted his chest. "No one's down here; they won't hear."

She almost felt like she was betraying her heritage by making out on the tables, but it was one of the main places she could think of to be alone with Ron. They'd done so several times in the past so what difference would another night make? Ron was always ready to do something, and how much more private could they get?

"Back here," she said, smiling widely as she skipped through the rows of books. She would be comfortable just sitting there in the silence reading, but tonight was a different occasion. She wobbled as she went, almost falling over as they disappeared further into the library.

"Come back," he laughed, catching her from behind in an embrace. It was so nice to be silly together that she almost forgot she was supposed to be leading him someplace.

He spun her around for a kiss, holding her there to deepen the moment. Hermione pulled away when he attempted to use his tongue, stepping further into the library. "Remember, nothing funny Ron."

The redhead rolled his eyes, sitting down on the nearest table. "Come on Hermione, have some fun. Let loose."

She giggled again when he dragged her down for a kiss again, thankful that she had remembered to lock the door. "Ron, you promised remember? Nothing funny. J-just alone time."

"Shh," he said again with a smile, trailing his fingers down her cheek. "It's fine."

He dragged her down on the table with him, and she tried to focus on what she brought him here for. Oh right, a place further in with pillows and a window view. Much nicer than this table, and the wood was biting into her back as they laid down together.

She blinked, her head rushing at the new position and her vision wobbled. She hadn't been this drunk before, and now she'd forgotten what she was thinking about. Ron was kissing her neck now, mumbling something she couldn't hear.

She was getting a headache.

"Ron," she whispered, pulling on his arm. "We-we aren't there yet."

"Hmm?" he asked, his hands wandering down her body. She thought she had pushed him away, but now she didn't remember. Maybe she was just thinking about pushing his hands away.

Merlin, she was tired.

What was she just thinking about?

Oh, they were supposed to be in the back of the library with the pillows. Pillows, they would be comfortable under her head. Merlin, her head was hurting.

She closed her eyes a moment, the tiredness spreading through her body. She thought drunk people usually partied and then puked. Did they usually fall asleep? She couldn't recall.

She jerked up when she felt something pulling at her jeans, Ron fumbling around with the zipper. Startled he spot back from her, looking at her with bleary eyes.

"Lav, come on."

Lav?

Hermione shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her brain as she pulled back from Ron. He looked a little disoriented as she did so, nearly faceplanting the table when she pulled back. Her legs didn't want to hold her now, they felt like they were made of jelly.

"L-lav?" she asked quietly, trying to get the new pounding in her head to stop. Did she doze off? She thought Ron was kissing her neck. "You called me Lav?"

Ron blinked, rubbing his eyes several times before he pushed himself into a sitting position, swaying on the table. She didn't think he was so drunk, but maybe he was. "'Mione?"

"Yes!" she screamed, backing away from him. His eyes were distant, looking to either side of her instead of in her direction. It didn't matter that her legs were shaking and she felt a little dizzy from moving too quick, she didn't want to sit at that table. "Of course it's me!"

Frowning, he continued looking to either side of her. "But… but I t-thought-"

"What did you think?!" she screamed, taking another step back. She hit the bookcase behind her and grasped either side to keep from falling over. She felt cold, the air chillier than before. "Why would you call me Lavender? We came down here together!"

"I-"

"No!" she snapped, cutting him off. Her hands came around to hug herself and she realized her blouse was pulled up above her chest, the entire upper portion of her torso exposed. She jerked the fabric down hastily, ignoring the sound of tearing. "No, no! I can't b-believe you Ronald!"

He said something that she didn't quite catch, her vision swimming. Maybe she was too drunk to be storming off, but it didn't really matter. Turning she moved towards the library door, not really caring if Ron stayed there all night long.

When the hell did he forget who she was?

Her mind was raging as she broke out of the library, the key to the door clutched too tight in her hand. She couldn't just leave it open or someone would go in. Ron was running to catch up behind her, his heavy breathing drawing her attention.

The moment he stepped out of the library she slammed the door shut, locking it as he tried to catch his breath. He was heaving behind her. Obviously, he should not have played so many games with Harry before leaving.

"Hermione-"

"Don't," she seethed, turning to glare at him. One hand rested on the door, helping to hold her up. "I know what you expected tonight Ron, and I'm glad I did not go through with it. It would've been one of my b-biggest mistakes! Leave me alone."

"But-"

"Go away," she snapped, turning to head to her dorm. Her head wasn't fuzzy enough that she'd forgotten where that was. The short heel of her shoes made it hard to walk, but she had to get away from him.

How could he mistake her for that ditz?

Ron's voice faded as she walked, and the heaving returned. He was going to be sick long before he could chase her, which was good. She couldn't imagine running right now, not with her head spinning and her heart hurting.

She just wanted to cry, and that was totally pathetic.

By the time she made it to her room she thought she was going to pass out. Her head was screaming and she couldn't imagine dealing with anything else. Shoving the door open she stumbled into the dark common room in her dorm, ignoring the fact that she might wake her grouchy roommate she flicked on the lights.

Her cheeks felt wet. She didn't really remember crying.

Sinking down in the entranceway she tried to get her head to quit spinning. Ron didn't have the password to her dorm, so he wouldn't be able to get in even if he did follow. Shifting onto her side on the floor she closed her eyes, conscious of how fast her heart seemed to be beating.

It wouldn't make a difference if she just rested her for a while.

Somewhere off in the distance she thought she heard someone speaking, but it didn't seem particularly important and she was dreadfully tired. The last thing she heard before passing out was someone from above saying "Granger?"

A/n: So there you have it, my first attempt at a revenge fic on Hermione's part. If I continue there will be a lot more focus on Ron's "cheating" and everything leading up to that. Also, there's a specific reason why I had them go to the library instead of the Room of Requirement.

If this story continues the chapters will not be super long, only about 2500 words or so. And although this first chapter had a little Ron/Hermione focus, this fic is definitely a Draco/Hermione centric story.

Let me know your thoughts. I'm trying to get out of a writing rut so we will see if this goes anywhere!