George was at a dead end. He had been racking his brain for hours, trying to think of who would possibly want to punch him in the face. But no one came to mind. Not one freaking person.

Hermione was working furiously. She had been occupied with this job for the last few hours, only focusing on this. If only she hadn't given her Time Turner back to Professor McGonagall. Finally, when she was done, she contacted the most important person in this project.

George.

The said person was currently making tea. He was one headache short of just giving up completely. Until he heard a tapping on his window.

There, hovering right outside his kitchen was Hermione's owl. He opened the window, untied the letter from the owl's leg, fed it accordingly, and let it out again.

George,

I know you are as desperate to know what happened at that party as I am, assuming that you got drunk, too. Even if you remember what happened last night, come over to my apartment as soon as possible. I think I have a way to remember it.

-Hermione

He left immediately.

Hermione was pacing around her living room. If she was right, she and George would know what had happened within the next hour. She couldn't wait, but at the same time she was nervous about what she would learn. She was almost certain that she had kissed George; there was no other logical answer.

When George arrived, Hermione immediately started talking.

"I think I have a way to remember what happened at Ginny's party; I've been working on it all day, I am almost positive it will work, and there's no harm in trying, right? And I just want to apologize if we were, you know…oh my gosh, what happened to your face?" Hermione gasped. "Did Ron punch you? Oh, that little prick! He doesn't own me, who does he think he is, punching some-"

George cut her off. "Ron didn't punch me."

"H-how do you know that? Were you not drunk? Will you tell me what happened?" Hermione started off on a tangent again.

"Wait. Just, let me speak. I talked to Ron, and he wasn't mad at me at all. And if he had punched me, then he would've still been mad. I also saw Ginny, and she told me that whoever punched me was a close family friend, but she doesn't know who," he said.

Hermione was lost in thought, her brain working at double speed. What could this mean? If it wasn't Ron that punched George, who was it? There was only one way of knowing. Hermione picked up two glass vials filled with a silvery liquid and handed one to George.

"Here, drink this," she said.

"Whoa, whoa, wait. I generally like to know what I am going to be drinking before I put it in my body," said George.

"It's a potion that makes you remember something you forgot. Each one is brewed to a specific time. This one was made to remember events from the night before," Hermione said, sounding slightly annoyed, yet anxious. She looked like she wanted to chug the thing right then and there.

"Oh…kay. So, I just drink this and…?"

"You fall asleep and relive all the events of last night. While you are in this dream like state, you will not know you are dreaming. It will simply be like you are doing it over again, except the same things happen. You will remember what happened after you wake up, though. Now, can we just get this over with?" Hermione was definitely impatient now.

"…well, let's drink. Cheers." George and Hermione tipped back there drinks. At first, George thought it didn't work.

Then, all of a sudden, George started to feel woozy. He sat down on the couch, noticing that Hermione was drifting off to sleep in the arm chair, and laid his head down on one of the pillows. He noticed that it was incredibly soft.

"I think I'm just going to…sleep…" George drifted off into one of the darkest dreams he had ever experienced.

Hermione had the strangest feeling of déjà vu.

"Eh. It's not like I can travel back in time anymore," she thought.

She and George disaparated out of her apartment and landed in front of The Burrow. Noise immediately hit them in the face like a wrecking ball. Ginny opened the door.

"Hey! How are you two!" she practically yelled.

"We're doing great! How many people are here!" Hermione yelled back. George looked surprised that such a loud voice came out of such a small body.

"Why would you want to know if there is Muggle beer!" Ginny yelled back.

"Never mind!" Hermione yelled, laughing.

George had already left to find Lee who was supposed to be here. He did find him eventually, but his face was latched on to some other girl's mouth. When he saw George though, he got up (much to the dismay of his lady friend) and met him.

"Heeey buddy! Have a drink!" Lee sounded tipsy already. He thrust two drinks into George's hand while he picked up another and tipped it into his mouth.

"Okay, but I should-!" George stopped. There she was. Not five minutes and she was already coming towards him.

Katie Bell.

Thank Godric that Hermione was walking by at the perfect moment again. George shot out his arm and hooked it around Hermione's shoulders before she could keep walking.

"Katie is coming over here!" he hissed. She put her head on George's shoulder right away and started laughing like he had just told a joke. Lee looked like someone had just given him an especially hard Arithmancy problem.

"You two are- but I don't- what? I'm lost!"

"Yep! We're together now! Haha!" George stuttered.

"Hi guys! How are you two doing! I'm doing so great! You two look so cute together! This party is so fun! Oh hi Lee! I haven't seen you in forever! How has your life been! You've been working at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, right? Oh that must be so much fun! Anyway, you look great George! Is that a new suit! I bet it is, you must have a lot of money to buy new things! What did you do with your hair! Who am I kidding, you don't need to do anything with your hair, it's already perfect!"

It was going to be a long night.

Three shots and one bottle of fire whiskey later, Hermione could still remember what was happening, which is weird. Usually when she drank this much Hermione's memory started to become a bit foggy. She felt and knew she had too many drinks, but…it was too hard to explain.

Suddenly, a man came up behind Hermione.

"Would the lovely lady like to dance?" Hermione turned around and came face to face with a slightly tipsy George. His hair was a little disheveled and his voice was only a little bit slurred when he spoke.

Hermione giggled. "Sure, it couldn't hurt!"

George put his arm around Hermione's waist and pulled her close to him. She blushed right to her scalp, but happily obliged. They moved over to the dance floor and started spinning around in a sloppy circle. George dipped her and Hermione shrieked with delighted laughter.

"I took a few dance lessons, that's why I'm so good at this," George said; Hermione blushed. Slowly, George moved his head closer to hers.

Her breath hitched. He was going to do it. He was going to kiss her. George leaned in and put his mouth next to her ear.

"Actually, I'm just an amazing dancer," he whispered. The two started laughing like it was the funniest thing ever. George picked her up and placed Hermione on her feet.

Even though he didn't kiss her, Hermione's heart was pounding at a mile a minute.

An hour and a half later, George had had enough drinks to pass out; but he didn't. It was strange.

George spotted a brunette girl across the yard. He thought it was Hermione. Suddenly, he wanted- no needed to kiss her. George knew he had feelings for Hermione, but he never acted on them. He rushed across the dance floor and flung the girl around until she was facing him.

As many times as he will tell this story in the future, George will never know why he did it. He blamed it on the only thing that could make him do it: alcohol. When he saw this girl, he saw Hermione. In his defense, George's next move was because of the drinks. You think he would have noticed that the girl's hair was straight and smooth instead of curly.

He leaned in and kissed Katie Bell.

Hermione was currently in the shed, heatedly kissing a man with flaming red hair. Ron. When he had found her, both were extremely drunk. Hermione didn't know exactly who she was kissing at first, until her eyes focused on his face.

She pulled her head back. "Ron!"

"Whaf ith it bagby?" he slurred, trying his best to give her a sultry look.

"You-you're not!" Hermione almost never slurred her words when she was drunk. She quickly flung the door of the shack open, stumbling out into the star lit night. On the other side of the tent Hermione saw the man she actually did want to kiss making out with some girl. They was pressed against the fence, the girl's strap of her dress hanging loosely off her shoulder. George looked like he was eating her face and his shirt was no longer tucked into his pants. (His coat was long forgotten hours ago) Hermione, in a fit of hot rage, stormed over there. She was meant to kiss George, not this floozy. As Hermione got closer, she saw that it was Katie.

"But he doesn't like her!" she thought. She grabbed the back of George's shirt and pulled him off her.

"Who did that? Hermione? But I was just-" he looked at a very red cheeked Katie, then at Hermione, then back to Katie. She looked like she was going to slap Hermione.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" Katie said. She wasn't drunk. Katie protectively stepped in front of George, who looked mortified that he had been kissing his worst enemy.

Hermione did the only thing she could think of doing. She balled up her fist and aimed for Katie's face.

Now, when you're drunk, you are kind of uncoordinated. So, since she was very very drunk, Hermione missed.

She punched George in the face; Katie gasped. George looked terrified as Hermione apologized multiple times. When Katie was not paying attention, Hermione slapped her right in the face. Katie ran away, tears streaming down her face.

"Serves her right," Hermione said huffily. George looked like he was going to kiss her-before he passed out.

Hermione sighed. Maybe it was time to go home. She picked him up of the floor- not very easily- and disaparated to his house. She carefully laid him in his bed, and left to get some sleep herself. As soon as Hermione laid her head on her own pillow, she got this incredible rushing feeling, like wind was being blown in her face.

George woke up on the couch. He sat up and saw that Hermione was doing the same. They looked at each other and Hermione started blushing.

"I-uh-I didn't mean to punch you, I just-" she stuttered.

"It's okay. I forgive you," George smiled. All of a sudden, he made a quick decision.

"Hermione…would you like to go on a date with me this Saturday night?" he said too quickly.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

A/N: I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, JK ROWLING DOES.

Yes! I'm finally done! What did you guys think? Is Hermione going to say yes? Do you think Hermione is a BAMF?

I hoped you liked it! It took me a long time to put this up because I've been SO DAMN BUSY! And remember to review!

~Au Revoir~