Challenge: Half-Blood Prince. Slughorn's Party. Drunk Ron.
Snogging
"Ronald?" Hermione called, pulling her shawl further around her pale shoulders. She was shaking slightly in the frigid December air, but having not even noticed her, the redheaded boy did not notice her shaking either.
She called his name again, this time drawing his attention to the approaching girl.
"What do you want?" he said, his words slurring together slightly. Hermione was acutely aware of the fact that Ron was at least slightly drunk.
"Hannah said that you were in the entrance hall sulking-"
"Was not!" Ron protested loudly, raising one hand in which a Butterbeer bottle was clenched.
"I know that now," Hermione snapped, "You weren't sulking, but drinking!"
"Jus' a bit!" Ron said with a small laugh. "You know, you look really pretty tonight." He smiled a wide smile, very pleased with the compliment he had told the girl he was secretly in love with.
"Thank you," Hermione said, but was not deterred from her point. "But Ronald, you are not supposed to be… intoxicated on school grounds! As a prefect, I'm required to turn you in."
Ron reached out a gangly arm to grab Hermione's as she turned.
"Don't go, 'Mione," he said softly, the bottle falling forgotten to the ground. Hermione looked alarmed at the sudden change of personality, and yanked her arm from his hand.
"My name isn't 'Mione," she hissed at the taller boy. "You don't get to call me that!"
"Hermione," Ron whispered sadly, looking at his ex-best friend. "What happened?"
"You!" she shouted, "You're the one who started to date that stupid-" Hermione paused to take a deep breath, "I thought we were going to this party together, then you have to go and get your-stupid-self a girlfriend… or a snogging partner, I don't really know which. "
Ron blushed, "Well, you've snogged Krum. Harry's snogged Cho, and Ginny's snogging everyone!" he sat down, ignoring the mud that got all over his pants. "It's incredibly sad," he said, suddenly morose. "I know," he said, perking up, "We should snog!"
Hermione's lips tilted up slightly before she shook her head. "You're drunk," she reminded him.
"And you're bloody gorgeous," Ron said.
And then they were kissing.
Hermione gasped slightly when she felt Ron grab her and pull her to the ground and on top of him. She felt him frantically grab at her. She allowed herself to be pulled in before remembering the context of their kiss.
He was drunk.
Lavender.
He didn't actually like her.
He had a girlfriend.
And with those thoughts rushing through her head Hermione pulled backwards and stood.
"Er, I should go," she stammered. She pulled her cloak further around her shoulders as she began to sprint towards the castle.
"Wait!" Ron called, attempting to stand, but failing in his intoxicated state, "I haven't told you that I love you yet!"
Eh. It's writing. For ApriltheGreat