For all of those who wanted a sequel to 'Losing Sight of a Falling Star' well, here it is! To be honest this was initially going to be the end of Falling Star but that would have dragged on far too long and it just made more sense to have it as a different story.

So...it's set a few months after the end of the other, starting on the1st of January (Falling Star is set August/September)and is mainly relationship orientated as opposed to magic related. Some people may have a problem with the lack of magic but hopefully not too many. The main theme is Ron coping with life now things are back to 'normal' with a few twists and turns along the way.

As ever let me know what you think, please :D

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, (excpet the oddfew,namely the ones you haven't heard of!)spells or place names, J K Rowling does, genius woman!

Step ;)

Chapter 1 Living Life to the Fullest

Hermione opened her eyes and struggled to focus them on the ceiling. When she eventually did she stretched her arms above her and then let them flop onto the bed. Unfortunately her right elbow landed on something solid and pain coursed through the nerve making her hand burn and tingle.

'Oww! Merlin that hurt!' she exclaimed.

She turned her head to the right and looked at what her elbow had landed on. It was her boyfriend's skull.

Ron was sprawled on the bed lying on his front, hair stuck up at every angle and mouth open.

'Sexy!' Hermione said aloud, 'Ron, I've just elbowed you in the head and you are still asleep. How is that p…p…' she yawned, 'possible?'

She was met by silence; Ron was still asleep. To be fair to him, there was a very good reason for this; it was the first of January, and last night (and most of the early hours of this morning) had been spent celebrating the arrival of a new year.

Hermione looked at her clock and sighed. She read half past nine, she had been asleep for all of five hours. She reached over and picked up the pint glass of water she had half drunk the night before as she got ready for bed, and finished it off.

She smiled as she remembered the fun they had had last night, drinking much more than they knew was good for them, but not caring a bit. The year they were seeing in was going to be a good one. One that was going to be free of mass killings, malicious destruction, and living in fear. This was the year in which they would spend each day living life to the fullest.

She had only been remembering the previous night for a minute or so before she had fallen fast asleep again, her arm hanging over the edge of the bed. She was so deep in slumber that she didn't notice Ron roll over in his sleep, and didn't feel his arm land across her neck as he did so.

…oooOOOooo…

A couple of hours later and Hermione stirred but was restricted in her movement by Ron's arm, which was still led across her neck. When she realised what was stopping her from moving her head and constricting her breathing slightly she managed to roll over.

'Oh for- Ron! Get off me!'

She lifted his arm off her and dropped it on the bed next to her.

'Ron wake up!' she got no response.

'RON YOU LAZY GIT! OPEN YOUR EYES!'

Ron snorted as he jerked awake, lifting his head off the pillow an inch. The hair on the left hand side of his head was stuck straight up whereas that on the right was reaching in every conceivable angle.

'Boy do you look sexy in the morning!' Hermione said with a smile on her face.

'Huh?' Ron said. His eyes were barely open but he managed to prop himself up on his elbows.

'How are you feeling?' Hermione asked with a smile, expecting Ron's answer to make her laugh.

'Tired,' Ron replied.

'Headache?'

Ron shook his head from side to side. Hermione wasn't sure if he was saying no or checking whether his head was hurting.

'No, no headache.'

'Okay, how is that possible?'

'What do you mean?' Ron asked whilst rolling on to his back and pushing himself into a sitting position.

'Ron, you and Harry nearly drank Hogsmeade dry last night! I'm surprised you're not in St. Mungo's with alcohol poisoning!'

Ron looked at her, eyebrows raised.

'Stop exaggerating Hermione, we didn't drink that much.'

'Ron, you and Harry were dancing…together. It was rather sweet actually, you made a very cute couple!'

'Yeah right, I don't believe that for a second. I think I'd remem- oh…'

Hermione laughed.

'Is it all flooding back to you my darling? Oh but wait, can I call you that? I mean after last night I'm not so sure. Do Ginny and I have something to worry about?'

Ron slowly turned red and glared at Hermione. She smiled a cheeky grin at him before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom. She emerged from the shower ten minutes later and went downstairs to make coffee for the four of them. She heard Harry and Ginny talking as she passed Harry's room so knew they were awake and Ron wouldn't say no to a fresh cup of coffee.

She took four mugs out of the cupboard; Harry's red and gold one with the roaring lion, Ron's bright orange Chudley Cannons one, Ginny's personalised one – Molly had collected tokens from 'Witch Weekly' to claim her free gift – and finally her own, a plain royal blue one that kept your drink at the temperature you wanted – her mum and dad had loved the ones she bought them.

As she was spooning the various amounts of sugar into each mug Harry came into the room and sat down at the table.

'Morning Harry,' Hermione said cheerily as he sat down.

'Uh huh,' Harry mumbled to the table, he had folded his arms on it and rested his head on his arms.

Hermione smiled as she looked at him.

'Bad head?' she asked.

'You could say that.'

'Well, I hate to point this out, actually I don't at all, but you did bring this on yourself!'

'Yes thank you Hermione, I am well aware of why I have a headache. I suppose I should take comfort in knowing that Ron will be feeling as bad, if not worse than me!'

'I hate to disappoint you Saviour Boy, but Ron say's he's feeling fine this morning, if a little tired.'

Harry lifted his head off the table and stared at Hermione.

'How in the name of Merlin is that possible?'

Hermione laughed, 'to be honest I have no idea. I expected him to be feeling really rough this morning, but apparently not. Why are you up and about if you aren't feeling so good?'

'Ah well…I…I have something to tell you.'

'What's that?' Hermione asked as she poured the boiling water into the mugs.'

'Well, in my drunken state last night, I think…well…actually I know I kind of…asked Ginny to move in with us,' he said in a rush.

Hermione raised her eyebrows as she opened the fridge door and took the milk out for her coffee.

'I just wanted to say I'm sorry for asking her without asking you first. You don't mind do you?'

Hermione kept her face straight for a few seconds watching Harry become more and more flustered at the thought that he had upset her. After thirty seconds Hermione could keep a straight face no longer, she burst out laughing.

'What?' Harry asked.

'Look at you all concerned! Of course I don't mind, the girl's my best friend and there's plenty of room for four of us here. To be fair she practically lives here anyway so there's not gonna be much of a change is there?'

'No I suppose not, thanks H.'

'Er…I hate to bring this up but did you ask Ron first?'

Harry thought hard for a second, 'I've been trying to remember that since I woke up this morning! I think I started trying to ask him but I'm not sure if I finished asking the question!'

'Well I suggest you find out pretty fast!'

Hermione poured the milk into her mug and walked over to the bin to put the empty carton in. She was about to drop it in when something caught her eye. She bent over and took the small glass bottle out of the bin and smiled to herself. So that's how he managed to avoid the headache, she thought.

'I think I've discovered Ron's secret!'

She placed the bottle on the table in front of Harry who squinted, trying to read the small writing on the label.

The bright purple label read,

Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Hangover Hell Obliviator

Take after a night out to guarantee no headaches, nausea

or ANY other side effect from over indulgence in ANY variety of alcohol.

'As if he didn't share this with me, selfish git! Oh but wait…' Harry smiled broadly and started chuckling.

'Why are you laughing?' Hermione asked.

'I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Ron would do me severe physical harm. However, if he refuses to be ok with Ginny moving into the same house as me, I may use it for blackmail!'

'Harry James Potter tell me exactly why you were laughing or I'll hex you into next week!'

Harry held his hands up in protest, 'Hermione, I couldn't possibly tell you!' he started to speak slowly and purposefully, 'I couldn't possibly tell you what Fred and George made Ron do for that little bottle of potion, in the middle of Hogsmeade village last night!'

Hermione surveyed Harry and decided he had just told her exactly what she needed to get all the information she could want. They were going to the Burrow for dinner tonight, and she was pretty sure either Fred or George wouldn't mind telling Hermione exactly what she wanted to know.

She turned away from Harry and picked their mugs up from the bench and handed Harry his. He took it gratefully and sipped at it.

'There's painkillers in the drawer Harry, you don't want that headache of yours to get any worse now do you?'

'No Hermione I don't, thank you for reminding me where they are.'

'You're welcome Harry. Don't let Ginny's coffee go cold, you know how she gets when it's not how she likes it.'

'Don't I just. Thanks H!'

'No no Harry, thank you!'

She left the kitchen and walked up the stairs carefully carrying Ron's mug. She walked into her – their – room and saw Ron was once again fast asleep on the bed.

'Ron. Ron! Wake up! I've made you some coffee.'

'I wasn't asleep! I was resting my eyes.'

'Hmm, I'll believe you, thousands wouldn't. Did er…did Harry talk to you about Ginny last night?' she asked innocently.

Ron closed his eyes as he tried to remember all the conversations he had had with his best friend whilst ever so slightly drunk.

'Er…I can't remember, why?'

'Oh nothing,' she replied. She had to turn away so Ron couldn't see her grinning into her mug of coffee.

'What time are we due at the Burrow tonight?' she asked once she had straightened her face.

'Seven…I think. What time are we going to see your parents?'

'You mean my parents, my Aunty Christine and Uncle Tony and my fantastically annoying cousin Rachel who I have somehow managed to avoid in the last three months?'

'Er…you didn't tell me they were going too!'

'No, I didn't, did I. Lunch is at one so to be polite…is half twelve okay?'

'What time is it now?' Ron asked.

Hermione looked at her alarm clock.

'Merlin! It's twelve o'clock all ready!'

'I wondered why I was so hungry! Ah well I'd better get up then, hadn't I?'

'Yes you had. Oh God, what am I going to wear?'

'Hermione you're going to see your parents, what does it matter what you wear?'

'If it was just mum and dad I wouldn't be bothered, but I have this ongoing battle with Rachel about who is the smartest, best, most popular, most fashionable and the suchlike so I have to at least try and look half decent.'

'Okay, who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?'

'Very funny.'

'Hermione, since when have you been bothered about impressing people with what you wear?'

'It's shallow I know, but…I can't help it with Rachel, she always looks so…polished, and…oh I don't know.'

Ron got off the bed and stood behind Hermione who was now searching through her – their – wardrobe. He took her by the shoulders and turned her round so she was facing him.

'Hermione, does Rachel have a boyfriend?'

'Er…no I don't think so. Why?'

'Well, maybe that's why she feels the need to look so…polished as you said. You, on the other hand, have a boyfriend who thinks you're gorgeous regardless of what you wear. Now if I pick out something for you, you can wear it and if Rachel has the cheek to question you about it, you can tell her it's my favourite outfit; that should shut her up! And to make things even better I'll put the shirt and jeans on which you like me in best and look as sexy as hell!'

Hermione laughed, 'Okay, who are you and what've you done with my boyfriend.'

Ron smiled.

'Actually,' Hermione continued, 'I think that's a great idea. I know it's silly to get so competitive over clothes and stuff like that, but I always feel I have to be brilliant at everything for mum and dad's sake. Aunty Christine goes on and on about Rachel to mum and dad, it's only recently that they've been able to tell them what I've actually been doing for the past nine years, so I feel I owe it to them. You don't love me anymore do you?'

Ron laughed.

'Don't worry, I've come to accept your insanity as part of you and I love you in spite of that!'

'Why thank you Ronald. Can I ask one thing of you though, when it comes to your appearance?'

'You can.'

'Will you please do something about your hair?'

Ron felt his hair and realised it was sticking up at all angles. He smiled.

'Don't worry, I won't go to see your parents with 'Potter hair'.'

Hermione laughed, 'Good, Harry might get an inflated ego if he thinks you're copying him.'

'HA! Like I need to copy Saviour Boy when I have my own style!'

'Yes Ron…you definitely have your own…style!'