AN: AHHH IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I'VE UPDATED! I'm so sorry. :( Well, I hope this chapter makes up for it. Hugs and kisses to everyone who veiwed, followed, favorited, and/or reviewed[except for my buddy Dean(you know who you are). Haha, you don't get a hug or a kiss. Well, maybe you get a hug, but that's it. :D].

Only one, or maybe two, chapters to go! I dunno if I'm sad or happy about that. I think I'm both.

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Ron's POV

I accidentally sloshed some firewhiskey down on myself, and frowned. Hmmm, I might need a new shirt...or do I? Meh. I shrugged, and kept trudging through the hallways, sipping my bottle of firewhiskey every few minutes.

I smiled a bit, thinking of the kiss with Hermione. It was...different than the ones with Lavender. When I kissed Lavender, I didn't feel anything. No love. Nothing but her clammy, slobbery lips. With Hermione, it was like someone had poured a warm glass of butterbeer over us; the kiss had been passionate, loving, caring...all the things Lavender lacked.

I took another swig of butterbeer, and the corridor and the floor spun, almost melting into one, grey-black blur. I sat back against the wall, and felt myself slip into sleep.


Harry's POV

I woke up early in the morning with the grey winter light shining in through the window. I attempted to sit up, and regretted it immediately, my head throbbing. Maybe suggesting the firewhiskey part of the game last night was a bad idea. I looked over to the cot next to mine and frowned. Ron wasn't it it. In fact, the sheets weren't crumpled at all, the bed was perfectly made, like he had never even been in bed.

I sat up, and walked slowly downstairs to the common room, wanting to go back in time and punch myself for bringing up the firewhiskey for the game. I frowned, getting a bit worried. Ron wasn't in the common room either.

I turned when I heard footsteps rushing down the stairs, and saw a long mass of red hair coming down from the girls' dormitory.

"Ginny? What're are you doing up at this time?".

Ginny grinned, her cheeks tinged red from excitement. Oh god, she was so cute with her face all flushed and her cheeks all- "I could ask you the same thing. Now hush up, I want to show you something,".

She ran to a small table and reached to the side of it, pressing something. It opened a small cupboard in the table, and pulled out a polaroid camera.

Gin raced upstairs. I heard a few clicks and she came back downstairs holding a couple developing pictures.

She came up and stood right next to me. I could smell her hair, a mixture of fresh snow and rose. Gin was so close, just a few inches and I could just reach down and kis-

"For Merlin's sake, Harry, you're not even looking at the picture,".

I shook my head and muttered a quick sorry, and took a better look at the photos. I burst out in a fit of giggles; the pictures depicted Hermione sleeping curled up in her messy hair sprawled everywhere and her light blue shorts and tank top, hugging a bottle of firewhiskey. Another photo showed more or less the same thing, but with her thumb in her mouth like a small child.

Ginny's shoulders shook from suppressed laughter and her eyes watered from merry tears.

We finally calmed enough to speak.

"Ron's not in the dorms. Reckon he's in a right state like Hermione somewhere in the corridors?"

She grinned wickedly, much like her two older twins, and held up her camera.

"Let's find out,".