Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
A/N: Another 'part' one. It's not terrible, but it's not fantastic. Really debated not posting it, but then thought, "Hey, why not?" ... and now I'm posting it. This one only has three parts, though, so it'll be over soon enough.
Title: Win or Lose
Genre: Angst?
Rating: T
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Ron/Hermione, Harry
Word Count: 273
When Hermione awoke, she registered three things instantly. One, her head hurt like crazy; two, she wasn't in bed alone; and three, she was naked. Her eyes snapped open and turned to the person next to her, to find Ron, sleeping peacefully. From what the cover's allowed Hermione to see, his chest was bare, and judging by the pair of boxers thrown carelessly on the end of the bed, his bottom half was in the same state as his top. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as her breathing increased rapidly, fear surging through her every limb. She shook Ron awake.
"Ron, Ron, what did I tell you? Look what we've done!" she cried, tears spilling over.
He opened his eyes groggily and looked up at her blankly for a moment, before letting out a chuckle. "We didn't do anything, Hermione."
"Yeah? Then why are we naked in your bed?"
"Well, you might have had more than one drink, but we came here, you started stripping, told me to strip too … and then you fell asleep before we got that far."
"How do you remember?"
"I only had a couple of drink. You had more."
"You swear?"
"Every damn day."
"Ronald!"
"Sorry, yes, I swear we didn't do anything."
Hermione lent back on her pillow and ran her hand through her hair shakily. "I shouldn't have gone with you last night. It was dangerous. Look how close we were to doing something."
"You swear?" ~ "Every damn day." - The Mummy.
A/N: Meh. I really don't like this xD
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