Disclaimer :
I do not own nor claim to own the characters from the Harry Potter universe as created by J. K. Rowling. I am just borrowing them for my (and your) amusement.
Story starts off HG, RHr but will end up HR, HrG. EWE, but otherwise, canon compliant.
Thankfully lunch was peaceful for the ladies as they enjoyed a normal conversation amongst their housemates.
Once both of them had sated their hunger, they decided to return to the common room to just relax. Ginny was surprised that Hermione agreed to just relax, but once Hermione had let Ginny know she was about a full month ahead of the game as far as revision and homework was concerned, Ginny would'nt take no for an answer.
Grinning, they climbed through the portrait hole and sat next to each other on a loveseat near the fire. It was burning low right now which was just enough for them to enjoy a peaceful afternoon together.
Unfortunately, their peace was soon disturbed as Ron came through the portrait hole, saw them sitting together, and in typical Ron fashion, began to yell at both Hermione and Ginny.
"How DARE you Ginevra?! I can't believe that you thought you could get away with stealing my girlfriend from me! My own SISTER?" Ron fumed loudly.
"Ronald, shut up!" Ginny yelled back, giving him a dish of his own medicine, "How dare you come in here like that, and yell about our business! And what's with calling me my full name you git? Seriously?"
"Ron, how COULD you?" Hermione called out as she looked around the common room and saw just how crowded it was! Her face slowly changed from shock to horror as she saw just how many of her housemates were staring in her direction as they slowly processed what Ron had so shockingly shouted out and saw their looks of disgust begin to show.
"You sick, disgusting pervert! You did something to her to change her. She was into blokes and now she's not!" Ron continued his high volume tirade.
"Ronald, if you don't shut up I'll make you shut up!" Ginny continued to yell back at him, pulling out her wand.
"I can't..." Ron didn't get past those words before Ginny cast her silencio at him, finally shutting him up. But she looked around the room and could see the damage was done. People were staring at her and Hermione with such disgust, it was going to break her heart. :Oh Merlin, Hermione!: She looked over at her lady love and nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. Hermione looked completely shocked and broken, she had tears streaming down her face and was so morose it literally made Ginny's heart ache.
"Oh sweetheart, come here." Ginny said, as she held out her arms towards Hermione automatically.
Hermione, knowing that their secret was out anyway, snuggled into the safe zone she knew Ginny's arms could be and immediately felt better. She heard a few gasps around the room as she pretty much confirmed what Ron was accusing Ginny of, but she didn't care. She knew this was where she belonged.
"Ronald, I'm going to say this once, and only once. I didn't steal her from you, nor did she cheat on you. She was already going to break up with you when we talked about what we had discovered about our feelings for each other. And we only just now made our relationship official, now that she had severed things with you properly first. So please, stop being a flaming arse. If you can't accept this, keep yourself away from us." With those words, Ginny leaned down to whisper into Hermione's ear, "Can we head down to your common room instead?" She felt Hermione nod against her shoulder, so she gently manuvered Hermione towards the portrait hole and managed to get the other girl to climb out safely before reaching out and grasping her hand to continue to lead her down the corridor and the many staircases to the 4th floor where she and Hermione could get some peace in the Heads' Chamber.
Meanwhile, Ron came to the conclusion that he had just been ditched. Given that he had already worked his anger up into something resembling a tornado, this did not sit well. However, instead of chasing after the girls, he decided to do the next best thing. Storming up the stairs to his dorm room, he thought that he'd invite Harry to join him in the firewhiskey he had planned, seeing as it was Saturday, why not?
As he threw open the dorm room, he saw Harry was sitting on his bed staring into space. Ron plopped down onto his own bed, right next to Harry's, and when that didn't seem to bring Harry out of his fog, he called out to the boy.
"Hey, um, Harry? You ok mate?" he asked, seeing Harry startle at the sound of his voice.
"Oh, Hi Ron!, I'm ok, thanks. Just, um, pondering life?" he said somewhat lamely.
"Well, can we do that together? While tossing back some firewhiskey? I've had a shite day mate." Ron hung his head as the events of the day caught back up to him. "Buggering shite, Merlin's saggy nut sack, this day is a pile of gob-shite".
"Dear Merlin, you kiss your mum with that mouth?" said a very surprised Harry. He was used to Ron's language, but that took the mickey with it's level of crassness to it.
"Aye, but won't be kissing Hermione with it no more," he said sounding slightly upset at the thought of losing his woman.
"What? Why?" said Harry, finally startled out of his reverie with this stunning revelation. He jumped up and went to his trunk to rummage in the secret compartment for a fresh bottle of firewhiskey and 2 glasses. He could use a bit of the numbing himself and, to be a bit honest, wanted to spend the time with Ron. :I do? Oh bollocks, this is confusing!: he thought to himself.
"Well, turns out she don't like blokes no more!" Ron said with an unusually high pitched voice.
"She, wait, WHAT?" Harry said as he turned around just as he had unscrewed the cap to the bottle and was about to pour a few fingers for each of them? He accidentally splashed the floor with a bit of the liquid.
"Eh, watch that stuff spilling! We want to drink it, not wear it!" Ron muttered. "Yeah, that 'walk' after breakfast was the 'we need to talk, I'm breaking up with you' walk" he said, making air quotes in places. "And get this mate, she's already in love! With a girl! With GINNY!" he finally bellowed.
"SAY WHAT?" Harry replied gobsmacked. "Ginny? What the fecking Hell?"
"See why my day was a pile of gob-shite?" Ron held his head in his hands. "Please give me my glass, I need to get rid of this day from my mind!" he said reaching out towards Harry.
"Here you go," he replied as he passed Ron a relatively full glass. Screw the fingers, they both needed to just get completely pissed and forget about today.
*Hic* "Em, I shink I lurve thish shtuff." Harry giggled to himself as he realized he was indeed pissed.
"Me too!" Ron drunkely replied. "I'm feeling lotsh better now!" *hic*
"Ya, them girlsh ish toshers, who needsh them anywaysh?" Harry giggled again, thinking about how he had liked being curled up with Ron.
"Well, they like each other anyway, sho we're chopped liver to them." Ron managed to say before he flopped back onto his bed, putting his hands behind his head.
"Yeah. Sho what do we do now?" Harry asked as he got up from his own bed and sat at the end of Ron's. In his drunken state, he wanted to be closer to the other boy, but didn't want to freak him out. He might be drunk, but not stupid.
"I dunno. I'm not gonna shink about them girlsh for now. I'm just gonna relax and drink." was the reply
"Shounds good to me." Harry said as he flopped down next to Ron. Ron reacted by turning onto his side to face Harry and give him a confused look.\
"Whatcha doing in me bed mate?" he asked as he arched his eyebrow at Harry.
"Shought you wouldn't mind?" Harry replied flippantly.
Ron shrugged his shoulders, "eh, whatever!" he smiled. "Makesh pashing the bottle eashier." he said with a grin.
"Oh, good point!" Harry smiled back.
The more the boys drank, the dumber and sillier the conversation got. Ever hear think you'd hear the two magical boys debate the idea of the Chudley Cannons actually being a decent Quidditch team while totally inebriated?
Finally, after the boys fell back onto the bed in a fit of giggles as their attempt at debate failed when Ron couldn't even make a complete sentence, Harry looked over at Ron. Something inside him clicked and he realized that maybe the reason he wasn't all that keen on getting back with Ginny is because of the boy right in front of him. He didn't need to label himself, who cares if he's bent or not, he really cared for Ron. He came to the sudden revelation that the attributes that attracted him to Ginny were mirrored in Ron, only with the manly influence Ron's build added to them. He wasn't sure if it was the firewhiskey talking or his Gryffindor courage peeking out, but he was going to either do the best thing he ever thought of, or the worst, and he wouldn't know until he tried it.
Ron was laying on the bed, head back on his arms, eyes closed, but not sleeping. Harry had been on his side as he stared over at Ron, and when the inspiration hit him, he just did what he had wanted to do for a short while now. He leaned over and without a second though, kissed Ron full on the lips. Two things happened simultaneously. Harry felt like he had been knocked out by a large delivery truck, fireworks exploding in his head. :Merlin that was amazing!: he thought to himself as he was pushed off the bed. Ron felt lips on his, and at first enjoyed the sensation, but then, sobriety peaking into his thoughts, he realized, :Dear Merlin, HARRY is the one kissing me, what the fuck?: and instinctively shoved Harry away, and unintentionally onto the floor. Ron then leaped up to stand over Harry's now slumped over form and started shouting, "What the ever-loving fuck Harry?"
Harry reacted instinctively himself and cowered at the booming voice he heard from the taller boy standing over him and curled himself into a smaller ball anyone thought possible.
"Holy fuck, has everyone gone frigging mental around here?" he stormed out of the dorm room and down to the common room before he let his anger get the best of him.
Harry whimpered at the sound of Ron yelling some more and then when he heard his friend stomp out of the room, slowly collected himself and stood up. He wobbled a bit, still under the influence of the firewhiskey, and managed to make it over to his own bed before he flopped onto the bed, belly first, and without even thinking about it, began to cry. :How could something so spectacularly fantastic set Ron off like that: Soon enough all you could hear was the snore of a drunken Harry sleeping on top of his covers, his face streaked with tears.
