Neville

The taste in my mouth that morning when I woke up, felt amazing, yet bitter all at the same time. Ginny Weasley lay next to me, snuggling close to me. Her arms were wrapped delicately around my waist. Last night was still on my mind. It had been… I don't know what it had been, but it was nothing short of bliss. Wishing that she would feel the same way, but then it crossed my mind… she was really, really drunk last night, and I should have stopped this from happening.

The little Voldemort on my shoulder was wrong, obviously I knew that now, but the temptation was almost unbearable last night. Would Ginny be mad at me when she woke up? Carefully, I took one of her hands and placed it by her side so that I could get out of bed and sneak over to the shower where I would finally wipe off all the guilt that I had from last night…

She wouldn't be mad, how could she? I mean… sure, I'd taken advantage of her, but she would have rather sleep with me than some stranger that she never knew before that night… or at least I would hope she thinks so.

She will one day thank me… maybe not in the near future, but when we're older… like rocking chair old, she'll lean over to me and say "I'm glad it was you" then we would go and live on our happy lives… if it be together or apart.

Sure, she had an ex-boyfriend that could kick anyone's ass, and sure she had five older brothers who never want to see their baby sister hurt, but the one thing that scared me most about Ginny was her own feelings.

Ginny Weasley was one complicated firecracker of a woman, always up for a good time, and to top that off she was an excellent Quidditch player. She played professionally for the Holyhead Harpies. I may have just been thinking about this to forget about her five brothers that could kill me, or the boy who can never die for that matter. I didn't mean that in a bad way, Harry's a great friend, but he just stinks worse than a dung bomb when it comes to women.

Accidentally touching the soap with my eye, I realized that it hurt to get soap in your eye and I had poked myself in the eye. Combining the two was never a good idea.

I didn't yell because I knew I had to keep quiet otherwise Ginny would wake up, and the longer I could delay that, the better off I would be.

Confronting Ginny was one of the things that I didn't want to do, mostly because: 1. I don't do well with confrontation, 2. it sucks when something goes wrong, and 3. it might ruin something that could or could not happen in the future. Then the thought ran through my mind… What if last night ruined my chances with ever having Ginny as anything more than just a friend?

Ginny

The sun rose to my eyesight. Waking up I realized I heard water running, a lawn mower, and a person chasing after a cat down the hallway. Then it hit me, I was in nothing but my knickers. Sitting up fast was not a good idea at all, it made me nauseous, but I wasn't going to throw up at whose ever apartment this was. I felt bad because for the life of me I could not remember who this guy was… had I even met him before in my life?

Already on the edge of the bed and with nearly half of my body was off; I looked around to figure out where I was. The water shut off, and I saw a lot of muggle plants scattered around the room, also, the rest of my clothes were lying all around his apartment. Then, to my horror, I saw, in a glass case, the gleaming sword of Godric Gryffindor. Muttering to myself "Oh Merlin, I slept with Neville!"

Everything came back to me in a flash, the close dancing, the horrible karaoke, the hard liquor, and what made my stomach squirm the most… me flinging myself at Neville like a pathetic loser who had no control over anything. I grabbed onto my head and thought to myself, what the hell have I done?

I saw the knob twitching on the door to outside the apartment, but thank god, it was locked. I threw on Neville's t-shirt in desperation, hoping to god that it wasn't any of my family… especially one of my over protective brothers, or my insane mother that worries about me too much. Although I wouldn't want my dad to see me like this either… what if it was someone from Hogwarts? Oh dear god, how the hell am I going to get out of here alive if I don't die from embarrassment enough. I NEVER ever do this type of thing, and I am hardly dressed, but thank god Neville's shirt was longer on me. Otherwise I would be in much trouble if it wasn't very long.

Could I answer the door? What was I going to say "Uh, Neville isn't here right now, but I could tell you what he was up to last night, if you couldn't tell already."

I unlocked the door and opened it slowly. As I was opening the door an older woman barged her way into the apartment, and she smiled widely at me. Neville's grandmother was staring at me, with me in her grandson's t-shirt… with my clothes scattered all over the rest of the room. Her huge smile didn't fade and she said "Hi, I'm AugustaLongbottom, Neville's grandmother, I vaguely remember meeting you from somewhere…" she put her hand on her chin and rubbed it softly, "Oh! You were one of Neville's friends from Hogwarts! You're a Weasley, no doubt, by your red hair and freckles."

I shook her hand and said sheepishly "Yes, I am a Weasley."

"Good, now where might my grandson be? I brought him some sweets, if I would have known that he had an old friend visiting, I would have brought more!" she said joyfully, but I shook my head "No, I'm fine, I was just actually leaving, I have to go to work soon." A lie, I didn't have to go to work since I am a Quidditch player and I don't have practice till the afternoon.

"Don't leave on my account dear, I'm only here to drop these off," She gave me a wise look and smiled even bigger "Besides, I'm sure that Neville doesn't want you to leave… considering…" I felt myself turning redder than I have ever been red in my entire life. I wasn't fully clothed, I was standing in Neville's t-shirt, in his apartment, with my clothes scattered all over the floor, and I was talking to his grandmother, who I had believed to be dead.

While she went into the kitchen to set things in order I put on my own clothes hurriedly, and when I just about done, Neville came out of the bathroom with wet hair and some dry clothes, so that he was clean. He smiled at me, and he noticed that I was still in his shirt, with mine in my hand. "You look good in it" he grinned.

Neville looked at me quizzically and I tried to nonchalantly point out that his elder grandmother was in his kitchen. He wasn't understanding so he asked, "Why are you so red?" I didn't need to speak, because by the look on Neville's face, his grandmother had come back into the room. "Oh Neville! Good, you're here now" she said, going over and kissing him on the cheek. He looked mortified that his grandmother still kissed him on the cheek, even if he was a grown man.

"I'm going to get going, but it was- uh, nice seeing you again Neville… it's been a while… um, well… Thanks for erm- well thanks for everything, it was fun." I extended my hand out to him and he took it, but looked at it lamely. Neville had such soft hands… I quickly let go and ran out of that apartment as fast as I could, going over to no where in particular, but just, out of there.

I went and changed into my own shirt in a bathroom, then in the bathroom, I apparated to the doorstep of my apartment.

Unlocking the door, I opened it to see Ron and Hermione having breakfast. I expected Hermione to be here… since she lives here, but why in the hell did Ron have to be here when I got back? I wanted girl time with Hermione to console me and tell me what to do without any of my overprotective brothers budding in.

I quickly threw Neville's shirt in the hamper, before Ron could see me carrying it, then he looked up at me questioningly, "Isn't that what you wore yesterday?"

"Uh," I looked down at my skirt, shirt, and coat and said fiercely "So what if I did?"

Hermione poked up her head now, ungluing herself from the daily prophet, with my head throbbing I didn't care if they were looking at me or not, I wanted something to cure this civil war within my head.

"Where have you been?" I sometimes loved my brother to death, but right now, I'd rather trade him for a cute, quiet, calm puppy.

I started to go through the cabinets, searching for advil or some kind of headache medication. "To be honest, I'd rather not tell you."

He raised his voice and implored me. "Where were you Ginny?"

"Would you stop yelling?" I cupped my hands around my ears because the effect it had on my ears made it unbearable. I could really use that puppy right about now.

"Are you hungover?!" he asked me, disbelieving. Now I'd take any kind of puppy over Ron, "Stop yelling" I told him.

Hermione asked a little bit softer, "So, where have you been the past twelve hours?"

"Drinking, and then I went to Neville's apartment with him-" but before I could finish my sentence Ron's face showed his rage.

"What in Godric's name were you doing with Neville Longbottom?!" The more he shouted, the more I wanted to lie to him, so I did.

"Hey you huge prat, it was nothing, I slept on his couch last night and I came back this morning, I couldn't apparate, not even side apparate I was just that wasted…" I told him, wanting the puppy so badly right now, then I turned to Hermione and asked her "Do you know where we put the damn asprin or advil or what ever it was? Or do you know a spell?"

With a flick of Hermione's wand my headache was improved and almost gone. "Thanks Hermione" I smiled. She walked past me and whispered into my ear, "You might not want to step near Ron or he'll know you did more than just sleep on his couch." Hermione had known, since I had stepped into the room, that smart girl knew. But how could she have been so smart? Books were her thing, not very drunken nights.

Ron opened his big mouth again only this time to tell me something… "Harry called last night, wondering if you were home or not. He sounded pretty worried about you-"

I had completely forgotten about Harry… Oh no, the phone call… Oh no, what was I going to do about Harry?! Wait, why did I care so much about what Harry did or Harry thought? Why should I care?

"Dammit Ron, why in Merlin's pants did you have to go telling me that?" I grabbed onto my head tightly and muttered "Uhh… I would've been completely satisfied not knowing that the Golden Boy wanted to know if I got home safely."

"Hey, don't go barking at me just because I told you that he called last night. He was worried about you, wait, why was he worried about you?" When was my puppy coming, I'd much rather have that to take care of instead of this baby.

"I called him last night" I told them, this time it was the truth, "And I think you should ask Harry as to why he was worried about me. Only heaven knows as to why that git was worried about me… maybe it was because I wanted to sleep with a coat rack to make him jealous."

"Oh no Ginny, was last night all about you being not over Harry, because that's not the right way to go about it" Hermione told me, but I interrupted her, and said "No, it wasn't all about Harry, I just needed to get away from everything for a while, I needed to get away from this guilt that's inside me. Mostly I need to get him out of my head… I think I'm going to shower." So I went into the shower, to wash off all my stress and the events from last night.

When I came out, Ron had left, thankfully, and Hermione sat on the couch with Neville's t-shirt in hand. "This is what; a token of the one crazy night that you had?" Hermione asked with a smile, then she threw it at my face. I breathed in a deep breath… It didn't smell bad, it smelled really good actually. Neville smelled like Droobles Blowing Gum and mint.

I told her everything that I could remember, and then I waited for her reaction. To my surprise, she started laughing hysterically. "Thanks" I told her, looking sheepishly, "I also might find this amusing… in a few hundred years."

Hermione put her sisterly advice into play and told me what I should do, after she laughed more about Neville's grandmother bringing him cookies at seven thirty in the morning on a Tuesday, the one day when I was there.

"So what did you say to him when you left?"

"I think I actually used the words 'it was fun' somewhere along the line," I told her, now noticing that it was the worst thing that I could have possibly said after… well doing what I had done.

"Oh Ginny… you really need to be careful when you get drunk. Be thankful that it was Neville and not some freak that you don't even know." Hermione shook her head in what seemed to be disappointment. "But you've got to be careful, and you have to promise me that you won't go drinking again. Not anytime soon at least."

"Okay, I promise Hermione." I had no intention of getting that drunk ever again in my life, if my mother would ever find out that I had gotten that drunk in the first place, she'd turn me into burnt toast.

Then Hermione asked the dreaded question "So what was it like?"

I felt my face get feverishly hot, "Well. From what I can remember… it was really, really good." Hermione couldn't control herself and she fell off of the couch to literally fall on the floor laughing, at my dumb, mistake… and what a mistake it would turn out to be.

(A/N: 7/29/13- More edited chapters to come :) If you enjoyed it or thought that it could use some improvement let me know with a review :) thanks!)