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A/N: Happy Sunday, all! I recently joined Tumblr (find me under my penname, cheesyficwriter, if you haven't already!) and received my first Tumblr writing prompt ask. I'll be posting these on AO3 as well and adding chapters whenever I get or complete new prompts. Most of these will probably be short drabbles, but varying themes related to Romione over the course of their relationship. Thanks for reading :)

Hermione's Wild Night

"Ohhhh Ronaaaaald, where are youuuuu?" Hermione bellowed, as she arrived at Grimmauld Place.

Harry was on the sofa when Hermione flooed in through the fireplace with Ginny, who looked overly exasperated.

"Merlin, Gin, what did you do to her?" He winced.

"Why do you think it's my fault? I didn't encourage her to drink this much!" Ginny grumbled back, dusting floo powder off of her trousers.

Ron came bounding down the steps. "What in the…" His voice trailed off, taking in Hermione's obviously inebriated state, as she wobbled on her feet by the fireplace, grinning madly up at him with her flushed face.

"She's fucking pissed!" Ron's eyes bulged out.

"I'm not piiiessed, I'm happy!" Hermione exclaimed, stretching her arms out and beckoning Ron over with a gesture of her fingertips, as if to say come here.

Ron sauntered closer, crossing his arms, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Have a good time, did ya?"

"You should've seen her at the pub, she was sloshing pints all over the table!" Ginny chuckled while shaking her head.

Hermione stumbled out of Ginny's hold and Ron lurched forward to catch her before she fell flat on her face.

"I went to a pen harty! Wait - no - thassa not right...I went to a hen…" Hermione doubled over in laughter before she could even finish her sentence.

"You're a bit off your broom tonight, love." Ron could smell the alcohol on her breath from her close proximity. She turned around so that her back was pressed into Ron's chest and he instinctively wrapped his arms securely around her middle.

"Well that is just ridiculous…"

"You're a ridiculush, that's what you are!" Ron poked her belly button, causing Hermione to squeal,

"I am not!"

"Really?" Ron tilted his head forward so that she could now see his disbelieving eyes. "Can you touch your nose?"

"Touch my nose? What am I, a total pillock? Suuuure," She stepped out of Ron's embrace, much to his chagrin, before facing him again. Hermione made an incredible show out of displaying her finger as she waggled it in front of him and then brought the finger to her face, nearly poking her eye out. "OW!"

Ron burst out laughing, followed by Harry and Ginny's own chuckles of amusement. "Ohhh, I'm never going to let you live this down, Miss Granger."

"Oh m'sorry, is my mum here?" She snickered to herself, swaying lightly on her feet. Ron reached out to grasp her hands tightly to steady her. Hermione began swinging their arms back and forth as she closed her eyes blissfully.

"So, how much did you drink, exactly?" Ron asked, although his eyes were on Ginny, clearly angling the question towards his sister.

Ginny immediately held up her hands defensively, "Hey listen, I told Parvati after the fourth round of shots that Hermione should've been cut-off," She hesitated from the tight-lipped expression on Ron's face, "Oh come on, brother, it was Parvati's hen night, and Hermione definitely enjoyed the celebration."

"M'not mad," Ron responded, taking in Ginny's questioning gaze, "No, really! I've waited my whole life for this moment! Hermione Granger. Completely smashed. It's a right of passage, my dear." He squeezed Hermione's hands in his.

"I am not that drunk, I am the soberest of the soberest!" Hermione piped in.

Harry and Ginny exchanged glances from behind Hermione's head. "So, uh, we're going to head to bed now," Harry announced and winked over at Ron. He walked forward to pat his back. "Good luck, mate." Ron grunted in return.

"Heeeey, where d'ya think youuuuu are going?" Hermione slurred, jabbing a finger in Harry's direction. He offered a wave and a sly grin back before disappearing up the stairs with Ginny.

"NofunPotter, noonewantstohavefun." The words came tumbling out of her mouth, in a rush of blurred together syllables.

"How about I help you lay down, yeah?"

"M'kay." In between hiccups, Hermione ambled over to the sofa, but not before clumsily bumping into the coffee table. Ron attempted to steer her around the furniture obstacles in the way until she made it to her destination.

"Ohhhh you look nice," she dropped onto the sofa, clutching the throw pillow.

Ron exhaled loudly at the sight. "How is it that I'm actually jealous of a pillow, right now?" He mumbled to himself, before sitting on the floor in front of her face.

Hermione hummed to herself and snuggled her face into the pillow.

"I've never seen you like this before and now I'm quite put out that I missed out on all the fun!" Ron pouted.

Hermione dragged a slow hand down his chest and giggled, "Well, perhaps not alllll the fun."

Ron groaned, and snatched her finger in his hand. "Hermione, love, you don't make it easy for a bloke to be on his best behavior."

"Well, I am pretty irresistible." The innocent look on Hermione's face made Ron smile lovingly at her.

"And you are an adorable drunk," he tapped her nose affectionately.

"Adorable enough to snog?" Hermione batted her eyelashes over at him. Ron grinned and leaned forward, figuring it wouldn't hurt to let her steal one kiss. What he wasn't expecting was for Hermione to smash her lips sloppily against his in an immediate attempt to deepen the kiss. When he felt her tongue on his lips, he regretfully pulled back. He leaned his forehead against hers.

"How is it I am the sole responsible one here, now?" He whispered, his mouth inches away from her lips.

A light snore released through Hermione's nose and he pulled back to realize that she was now falling asleep, her head still resting on the pillow. Ron pressed a soft kiss to her temple, brushed the curls away from her eyes, and stood up with a soft smile on his face.

He was quite looking forward to telling her drunk tale in the morning.