I already know what you guys are going to say by the time you finish reading this, 'This happens in every story she writes'. But honestly guys, how else would she react to something like that? Besides, no one's making you read this. If you don't like it than, goodbye.

Chapter 4:

As soon as I entered the door to my flat I burst into tears, ran into the kitchen to take out my scotch, with Autumn running after me close by.

"Hermione, calm down", Autumn yelled. But I didn't stop, I didn't even think, I didn't feel.

Come to think of it, I hadn't felt anything since I saw Ron. My body was numb, my mind was racing, and my heart was broken. I was broken ,and beyond repair. I opened the cupboard, pulled out the scotch, unscrewed the top, and took a long swig of it.

"Hermione, stop it. This won't fix anything", Autumn said. I pulled the bottle away from my lips and collapsed onto the floor. Autumn was catching his breath in the kitchen doorway.

"How could he do that to me", I asked Autumn. The words I've been wanting to get out since I saw Ron. Autumn sighed, took a seat next to me, and cradled me in his arms as I sobbed.

"Hermione, he moved on. What did you expect him to do", Autumn asked. His words seemed harsh but his voice was calm. I thought about it for a moment.

Surely he wasn't waiting for me, like I've been doing for the past five years. Clearly, he moved on without thinking of me. What have I been thinking all this time? For tonight to be the night that he realizes he still loves me?

"I hate him", I whispered.

"Well then why are you crying", Autumn asked. I looked up at him. His golden eyes actually did seem concerned.

"Because I'm hurt. He left me because I couldn't make him happy. What happiness was I supposed to give him, when I didn't have any of my own? Why couldn't he have provided for me what was left in him? Couldn't we have done that together? We could've bettered each other. I needed him far more than he needed me. He didn't go through half of the things I went through", I cried through gritted teeth, "He didn't have to be pinned down on the floor with a woman who hated him writing 'mudblood' on his arm. I didn't abandon him in the middle of the war. I didn't even date any lovesick guy in sixth year even though he was clearly in love with me. As a matter of fact I didn't date anyone at all. I didn't ever hurt him as bad as he hurt me, and I never would. Or is it just me? Am I too caught up with him?"

Autumn sighed and I felt his arms grasp me tighter, the harder I cried.

"No, nothing's wrong with you. You're an awesome girl. He shouldn't have left you like that. But he's moved on. You've got to let this go, there's nothing anyone can do. He's in love with someone else, and I know you don't want to hear this, but he is. Just try", Autumn said.

"It's hard to get over someone you've loved since you were thirteen", I replied.

"He did it", Autumn said. And he had a point.

I thought over it and realized Autumn was right. Why was I acting so girlish? I felt like Lavender. I know this will take a while but, why shouldn't I just get over it? Ron said so himself, he's done with me. Like a homework assignment- when you're finished, you're finished. And just like that he was gone. And that was five years ago, so it's time for a change.

Tears were still rolling down my cheeks, but it was decided- I'm going to move on.

"Thank you, Autumn", I said. I stood up and took a quick swig of my scotch.

"Where are you going", he asked, standing up.

"I'm going to go crazy for the rest of the night. I don't want to sit here and cry anymore. I appreciate you condoling me and all, but you can leave now if you'd like. Or you can stay here and lose it with me tonight", I replied. He considered it for a moment.

"I don't really feel like going home, now", Autumn said, "So what are we going to do?"

"Well I need to get out of this dress first so wait here", I said.

I walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom, into my walk-in closet, and picked out a pair of grey sweatpants with a green t-shirt. I changed clothes and went back downstairs to find Autumn flipping through channels on the television.

"Where's the scotch" I asked. He turned around and picked up the scotch

"Right here. And just so you know, going crazy doesn't mean changing into your pajamas."

"Well then what do you think we should do, other than get wasted", I asked taking the bottle of scotch from his hands and gulping some more down.

"I don't know- wait, there's a lake around here isn't there", Autumn asked. I nodded, clueless. "Let's go skinny dipping." I laughed.

"You do know that we could get caught right", I asked, "Not to mention it goes against everything in my nature."

"C'mon let's just be spontaneous. I'd like to see you go crazy just one time", Autumn said. I bit my lip and considered this. What else was a drunk twenty three year old supposed to do on a Friday night?

"Alright", I replied.

We both ran down the stairs and raced each other to the lake. We searched for an abandoned spot. We found one in the back of the apartment complex. The only problem was that the lake was supposed to be 'classy' and elegant, so it was surrounded with lights.

"So do I have to take off my underclothes too or can I keep them on", I asked. Autumn inhaled the hot summer air, {Author's Note: Ironic huh?}, and shrugged as he undid his tie.

"Skinny dipping means diving into the water completely bare. There's no loophole that states you can wear your underclothes", Autumn said. I kicked off my pants, wiggled out of my shirt, slid out of my bra and panties, and undid my hair with trembling fingers. I covered my body with my clothes and looked at Autumn who was doing the same thing.

"You or me first", I asked.

"You go first, I'm not the one who really needs the rush", he replied. I nodded and without giving it a second thought- dropped the clothes, jumped into the water feet-first, and shortly after I heard a splash nearby that signaled Autumn jumped in too.

The water was lukewarm and deep. I swam to the surface to find Autumn at least eight feet away from me. He was grinning and I knew he felt it to. It, as in, the adrenaline pumping through our systems.

"That was fucking fantastic", Autumn said. I laughed and combed back the hair on my face with my fingers. Autumn's hair was plastered against his face and was even curlier than usual. That's when I realized my hair was no longer sleek and elegant. My makeup was probably smeared, but I didn't care. I was still too pumped up.

"So what do we do next", Autumn asked, "I came up with the first idea."

I thought about this for a while, "I've got an idea! Let's go back to my flat." Just as we were about to get out, we paused- realizing that whoever was going to get out first was going to see the other person naked. I felt my face heat up, but Autumn only laughed.

"I've seen enough naked women to last me a lifetime. I promise you it won't phase me", Autumn said. But I wasn't giving in that easily.

"Well it's not like I haven't seen you naked before, just go", I said.

"Hermione, you're terrible at being 'wild'. I mean honestly, you're twenty three, you're drunk, and you're still scared to walk around naked", he replied.

"Are you trying to see me naked", I asked.

"I could ask you the same thing", he replied. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll tell you what, let's just get out at the same time", I suggested.

"Fair enough", he said.

I swam to the edge of the lake, and Autumn did too. I climbed out and wringed out my hair, which was when I realized Autumn stayed there.

"That wasn't fair", I shouted. He busted out laughing but shushed me at the same time.

"You're so naive. Besides you should've known I was going to do that, that's in my nature", he laughed. I rolled my eyes and put my clothes back on. Autumn climbed out and put his boxers on.

"Everyone's going to think you're crazy if you walk in without anything on except for your boxers", I said.

"Well then screw everyone. They can think what they want", he said running his fingers through his hair. That was another thing I admired about Autumn, his lack of concern for jackasses and their opinions.

We apparated to the inside of my flat and went into the kitchen again.

"So what's the plan", Autumn asked.

"Let's make the most grotesque thing we can think of, and then give it to each other to eat", I said.

"Yeah that'd be fun- for a five year old."

I opened the cupboards and took out chocolate syrup and tequila, "Five year olds don't have access to alcohol and magical potion ingredients."

He smirked, "Alright then, let's do it." I smiled and started to take out a whole bunch of food that would definitely taste horrible together (vanilla extract, white wine, fire whiskey, lemon juice, fish bits, a slice of bread, oatmeal, coconut oil, and mixed it all in with a hiccupping potion). I piled it all into a bowl, placed it in front of the chair he was sitting in at the table. He'd fixed my 'meal' in less than five minutes.

"Do we have to eat the whole thing", he asked.

"Yes", I replied.

"Here we go", he muttered under his breath.

I picked at the mushy burgundy liquid with bits of green and purple. It smelled like turnips and fire whiskey. I picked some up with my spoon and tasted it. It was beyond salty. It was absolutely horrible. I looked up at Autumn and smirked at the look of disgust on his face and his frequent hiccups- which only made it harder to swallow.

After we ate we smoked until the taste was out of our mouths and I couldn't remember anything after that. I think that night was the drunkest

I'd ever been.