AN: Wow, it's been nearly three weeks since I've updated. So so sorry, I'm kinda sorta taking all Honors and one AP, so the workload has been keeping me from writing. I hope this chapter makes up for it, the story's nearly finished. I don't know if I'm happy or sad about that. Thank you to everyone who're reviewed, followed, and/or favorited this story, many hugs and kisses to you guys! I hope you guys enjoy. :D
Hermione's POV
The drunk-ness I had achieved from drinking that firewhiskey had worn down into a pleasantly present buzz; it made you very drunk but for a limited amount of time. I was still pissed, but at least the world wasn't spinning.
Ron gulped down about a fourth of the bottle of firewhiskey, not nearly enough to get him drunk, only a bit tipsy. A few minutes later, we were both leaning on each other laughing, at what, I cannot remember for the life of me.
It was the first time we had ever been in a room, alone, without getting into a fight, at least since he and Lavender had gotten together. Ron stopped laughing, sat on a small stool nearby, and just stared up at me. I sat down on a patch of floor next to him. He continued to stare.
The whiskey made me bold. "Why're you staring at me, Ron?"
Apparently, it had a similar effect on Ron. "Because you're beautiful,".
I felt my face heat, and stood back up again. Dobby and Tenzy were watching our interaction with great fascination. My thoughts and coherence were coming back, and I realized that it was late, and we should be heading back to the dormitories.
"C'mon Ron," I tugged gently at his arm to get him up and moving. He obeyed quietly, following me like a little puppy. Right before leaving the kitchens, I sent a smile and thanks to Dobby and Tenzy. We managed to get to the portrait of the Fat Lady without arousing the attention of Mrs. Norris or Filch. I stepped into the common room, helping Ron, and we sat in silence on the couch. I stood up.
"We'd best be getting to bed," I said shortly.
He came over to me, stopping about a foot away. "'Night Hermione,".
I nodded back the same and turned to go, but then I felt a tugging on my arm. I looked back at Ron with a questioning expression on my face, but before I could open my mouth to speak, his lips swooped down to meet mine.
It effectively erased all thoughts from my mind, I was in bliss as his lips moved gently, softly, and felt infinitely sweet over mine. I eventually became a bit braver and brought my hands up to tangle in his hair, beginning to feel dizzy. He pulled back for a moment, both of us breathing hard.
"Hermio-"
I cut him off by leaning forward and kissing him again, more passionately this time. He responded with equal enthusiasm, pushing me backwards so he was pressing me into the wall. I shivered with delight as he deepened the kiss, subduing me and leaving my mind blank. His lips moved to my neck, placing small kisses and trailing his tongue down my skin. I whimpered. My knees felt weak and I clung to him so I wouldn't fall.
This continued for what could've been hours. Somehow, a thought managed to work it's way into my head: What about Lavender?
I gasped and pushed Ron away, guilt and worry and regret flooding up. Ron looked at me in surprise.
"Hermione?"
I looked him in those blue eyes. "Lavender,".
The name seemed to explain it all as a look of guilt took over his face.
We were both pacing. I could still feel the tingle of where his lips touched mine.
I turned to face him. "That can't happen again,".
He slowly shook his head. "No, it can't. I wish I could just forget this happened," he muttered.
I solemnly nodded in agreement, ignoring the pang of hurt that went through me when he said that.
It seemed like fate had sent us something to fulfill the wish: sitting there, unopened on the table, were two bottles of firewhiskey.
We looked at each other evenly.
"So, here's what we do: we each take a bottle up to our dorms and drink the entire thing. We'll be hungover and feel awful tomorrow, but at least we won't remember anything that happened tonight. Agreed?".
We shook hands, and went up to the dorms. I opened the bottle and began to drink, wincing at the burn that seemed to come with the pungent flavor. I started to cry. Ron doesn't love me. Ron doesn't love me. Ron doesn't lo…
That thought continued to haunt me. Finally, the bottle was finished, but my tears hadn't stopped. At last, sleep pulled me in and I fell into a dreamless rest.
