Hermione was in Harry's fire place early that morning. Ginny was standing in the kitchen over a bubbling cauldron. "Hey," Hermione said. Ginny jumped back and clasped her hand to her chest.

"Merlin's sake Hermione, you scared the magic out of me."

"Sorry, can I come in?"

Ginny nodded as she added some hair to the potion. Hermione came in and dusted herself off. "What are you making?"

"Something to help Harry, he's got a bit of a hangover this morning. Just brewing up a bit of 'hair of the dog'."

"Yeah, I think I saw a bit of his state last night."

"Speaking of last night, where did you get off to? One minute you were there and then it was like you had disappeared."

"Actually I just crawled a bit." Ginny gave her a look that was a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

"You saw Ron didn't you?"

She didn't respond. Ginny didn't really need her to.

"So what is so important that you are calling at this hour on a Saturday morning?"

"I had a thought last night, and I couldn't sleep anymore." Ginny's eyes said continue, "Well I was thinking of maybe setting up Neville and Hannah. What do you think?"

Ginny rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, like her thoughts were written up there, "Ya' know it could work. Not a bad idea at all actually. Hannah is way better than that stick up her arse Parvati."

"I agree, I just need Harry's help a bit. Lay the ground work."

They discussed different options for a while taking into consideration that while they were both very friendly people neither one was bold enough to make the first move. Ginny finished stirring the potion and let it simmer for another five minutes. Harry came down the stairs, hair messier than usual. He looked a right mess, and Hermione noticed that he was still wearing the same robes that he had been in last night. She laughed at his pain and he scowled.

"Just in time. Potions just about done." Ginny said as she pulled out a seat for Harry and sat him down in it. "You should have just waited I would have brought it up to you."

"You two were too loud, had to come down to tell you to shut your gobs."

"You better be nice to me Harry James Potter or this potion will disappear faster than you can say 'Scourgify'."

He looked a bit contrite and Ginny gave him a goblet of the newly made potion.

After a bit Harry;s mood visibly brightened and Hermione and Ginny felt it safe to let them in on their little plan. He was not as eager as they were, him being a bloke and not wanting to get involved in the love life of his friend, but Ginny was able to make him see the light; especially after she told him that if he didn't help he would have his own love life to start worrying about.

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Ron awoke with a start. He had felt that someone was watching him sleep. He looked around his room quickly, and to his horror someone was watching. Neville was sitting on the end of his bed looking as bedraggle as Ron felt.

"Merlin Neville, Warn a bloke will ya?" Ron rolled over and put his head under the pillow.

Neville poked at his leg.

"What do you want?" Ron said, except it sounded more like "Wadowan".

"It's nearly noon Ron. Besides I was hoping you could tell me what happened after we left The Quaffle? I can't seem to find my underpants, and I am wearing someone else's shoes."

"Ewgeroffme!" Could be heard from under the pillow as Ron kicked his legs out. Neville just escaped Ron's heal and settled himself on the floor a safe distance away. Slowly Ron woke himself up. He took the pillow off of his head and made himself open his eyes all of the way. "You lost your underpants?" He snorted.

"Any chance you could enlighten me?"

"I should say not mate. That is something that I had nothing to do with. Your shoes however I do have a vague memory of. Give me a minute and it'll come back to me." He stared up at the ceiling, a habit that he got from his father, and thought. He remembered that they had left The Quaffle shortly after Ginny and Harry met up, Harry had decided to stay with Ginny. George, Neville and Ron went onto another bar down the road. The bar specialized in foreign liquor; there were things there that Ron would never dare to drink. He saw a shot glass filled with a white puss like liquid. Then he remembered what had happened.

"You bet for them."

Neville looked down at his feet. The shoes were brown, there was a hole on the bottom of the left shoe and the laces didn't match. "Why on earth would I bet for these shoes?"

"You lost the bet. The other guy got your shoes."

"What did I bet?"

"Remember that glass with the puss looking stuff? You bet that you could drink it all in one gulp."

Neville's face turned white and he looked like he was going to be sick. "I remember." He wiped his tongue on his robe and spat.

"What was that stuff?"

"Puss."

"Ugh, why on earth would that be at a bar? In a glass no less?"

"It's really strong stuff; it comes from the Garamundi Gargoyles in France."

"No wonder you can't remember what happened. I hear that even the spit of a Garamundi Gargoyle can get you drunk."

Neville groaned and Ron laughed, but his head throbbed so badly that he had to stop as soon as he had started. He might not have had Gargoyle puss, but he drank his fare share last night, especially after seeing Hermione. Thankfully his mother came up not long after and gave them some of her homemade "hair of the dog" potion. It didn't work as well on Neville, but Ron felt almost one hundred percent cured moments later.

"We could ask George."

"'Bout what?"

"Your underpants." Ron snickered again.

A little while later they were at Georges shop, he unlike the rest of the guys felt great; the upside to not drinking your weights worth in alcohol, or, in Neville's case, puss. George, after laughing so hard that he bumped into his display of Weasley's Wonderful Wedgies, a variety of gifts that give the receiver an atomic wedgie once they are unwrapped, explained to Neville how his underpants had gone missing.

Apparently there was a witch at the bar that recognized Neville from the prophet. She gushed over him calling him the 'snake slayer'. When it was time to leave she begged Neville for a souvenir. So he gave her one, his underpants. Ron and George were rolling on the floor with laughter. Customers were giving them a wide berth. Neville turned a bright shade of red to rival any Weasley.

They made their Neville/Hannah plans to fall on the next Saturday since Harry was already throwing Ginny a birthday party. Ginny had wanted him to throw it on Friday which was her actual birthday but Harry had made reservations for them for a private dinner for two and he insisted that the reservations were too hard to come by to cancel.

"Will you be all right with Ron there?" Harry asked her.

Hermione just nodded, she knew that it was inevitable that she would have to see him again, but that didn't make it any easier. There would be a lot of people there though, so that could be helpful, if she worked it right they might not have to talk at all. Ginny and Hermione sat in the kitchen making all the arrangements. Harry, though technically throwing the party, was relieved that he wasn't required to do more than provide the money. That he could do very happily, as long as he didn't have to figure out what color scheme or food they should go with.

The party was to be a masquerade. Ginny had always wanted to go to one, and it was her day. Hermione liked it because it would make it easier for her to avoid Ron. Mask or no, she could identify that hair anywhere.

A/N: I really like this chapter, Neville makes me laugh. I hope that you enjoyed it as well. Thanks to everyone who has been reading and a special thanks to those that have been faithfully reviewing.