A/N- I do not own any of the characters and I shall partially be following the storyline of 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. I shall be adapting parts of the original story to fit with my own storyline. Parts in italics are flashbacks. Only a short chapter. Thank-you and enjoy.

RainbowSock - Thanks (: I don't want to make it all complicated and stuffs. My aim is for it to be very realistic in the way things actually happen in real life (obviously with the added in magic parts).

I woke up the next morning with a seriously bad headache. I felt really sick and I needed something to take the pain away. I was about to get up and go ask for aspirin when I remembered that I was in the Burrow where aspirin was never heard of.

"Fuck," I said to myself and put my hands on my head. Fire whiskey was some really serious stuff and I wouldn't be having it again for a while. My body felt like the fire was still going but it was only the embers that continued to burn. It began to ache and so I pulled up all the energy I had to get out of bed. As I was doing so I felt something brush past my back. I froze, scared of what it might be. I slowly looked over my shoulder and saw red. I jumped up out of bed and looked at Ron.

"What the fuck?" Why was he in the bed next to me? What did we do? I couldn't remember. I then realised what I thought and pondered as to why I assumed we did anything in the first place. We were best friends and being in the same bed shouldn't mean anything but somehow I just knew something had happened.

Ron stirred and turned over. He opened his eyes then smiled.

"Mmorning Haaarry," he slurred.

"Erm, morning Ron."

"Hehe, why are yyou naked?"

"Woah, what?"

I looked down at myself and saw that I was in the nude. I panicked and picked up the first set of clothes that I could find. Once dressed I looked back at my best friend. There was something different about him. It felt like I was seeing him for the very first time. I wanted to get far away from that room but something inside of me wanted to strip back down and join him in that bed. I turned away and ran down the stairs.

"Morning Harry," I heard Ginny say as I zoomed past her. I didn't want to stop and talk. I had to get out of the house. I couldn't get over what had happened, even though I couldn't remember. As I got to the bottom floor I smelt breakfast and was tempted to stay inside.

"Morning dear. Want some breakfast?"

"I'm, I'm just going to out side for a few, will come back for some in a bit Molly."

"Ok then Harry, whenever you're ready."

The warm summer air hit me as soon as I was part way through the door. It felt nice on my skin. In a way it felt as though it was washing away the dirt and unnatural behaviour of what ever happened the previous night. I decided to take a walk. My feet took me in the direction of the hill we were on last night. One of the bottles was still there. I picked it up and to my dismay there was nothing left. I sat down and watched sunrise.

It was beautiful. The sky was a dark blue shade at first then became a nice plum purple. The sun came into view and the purple turned into red, then orange. I laid back and propped myself up on my arms. Everything was quiet bar the wind. I closed my eyes.

Ron took Harry's hand and led him upstairs. They tried to be as quiet as they possibly could but burst out into giggles every few moments. They quickly walked into Ron's room and closed the door. They were in each others arms, trying to stop laughing.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

Ron leaned in for a kiss…