A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Meet Cute - Person A asks B to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them.

Writing Club March

Fabulous World of Comics: 23 - (Plot point) taking care of someone

Elizabeth's Empire: 10 - The Raft by S.A. Bodeen: Write about being stranded somewhere. Alt. (emotion) fear

Liza's Loves: 10 - Red Beacon - Write about a Gryffindor

Just My Luck: 2 - Write about something being broken, figuratively or literally.

Scamander's Case: 10 - (plot point) burning something

Lyric Alley: 3- When there's no one to hold you

Warning: Ron bashing, passing mention of abuse

Word Count: 605

Hermione took another drink, feeling the alcohol burn as it slid down her throat. She knew she shouldn't be here, knew this wasn't the solution to anything. That didn't stop her from taking yet another drink.

Her head was silent, no thoughts, no worries, nothing. She was rather enjoying that silence when she heard the door open. Her eyes slid over that direction. A head of red hair. She set her drink on the bar. No. It couldn't be him. It had to be his brother, any of his brothers.

She knew it wasn't. She knew it was him, knew the way he walked, the way his cocky smile lit up his face. She couldn't let him see her like this. Before she knew it, she had turned to her left and nearly thrown herself into the lap of the guy sitting there.

"Um, hello?" he said, looking down at the witch in his lap. She smiled up at him, a drunken kind of smile, but one that didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes looked terrified.

"Hi, um, I'm Hermione. I'm a bit drunk and that guy that just walked in, the red head? No, don't look, see he's kind of my ex... Well, he is my ex and I might have burned all his stuff when I found him cheating. Then he managed to get a punch in, and I had him arrested, so I really don't want to talk to him? Can you be my date?" she asked, her words slightly slurred.

"Hermione? You're more than a bit drunk," the man stated. Hermione blinked a few times at the man. Her eyes widened.

"Now you recognize me?" he asked. She nodded, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Seamus, Seamus Finnigan, I haven't seen you since we graduated," she stated. "So, you'll help me?" she asked. She could see Ron out of the corner of her eye. He was coming this direction.

"I don't think Dean would think much of me and you being seen together, like that, but you did mention fire? Here, scoot a little closer," Seamus said, putting his hand on hers.

"I did set Ron's things on fire. So you're with Dean now?" Hermione asked, reaching for her drink. Seamus pushed it away, just out of her reach.

"Cutting you off. He's looking over here, come here," Seamus said, pulling Hermione into his lap and wrapping his arms around her.

"I thought you said Dean wouldn't..." Hermione started to say.

"Hermione?" She heard Ron's voice call. Seamus frowned.

"How badly you want to avoid him?"

"Badly," she whispered.

"Dean's going to have get over this," Seamus whispered back, planting his lips against Hermione's She could hear Ron curse loudly, throw something and then the sound of the door slamming open and closed again. Seamus broke the kiss.

"Wow, that was... wow. Maybe I should come up with you, explain to Dean? I'm sure Ron will say something to someone. I'd hate for my stupidity to come between you," she babbled. Seamus shook his head.

"I'm going to bring you home with me, yes. I don't think you're in any state to be alone. As for Dean, we had discussed... maybe trying something new, once you sober up?" Seamus suggested. "Dean'd always had a bit of a crush on you," he added. Hermione felt her face flush. "And I'd love to hear about you burning Ron's things. He'd always been a bit of a git to me," Seamus stated. Hermione nodded.

"Alright, and Seamus, thank you," she whispered, as Seamus helped her to her feet and the pair headed towards his and Dean's home.