Thanks to all the people who reviewed my first chapter... I'll post this once ff.net starts working for me again... For the disclaimer and warning, look in the first chapter. I'm not gonna waste space on a bunch of stuff I already typed. Now, presenting the second chapter of,

If You Love Him...

It was a sort of boys' night out that night... Harry, Ron, Neville, and I spent the entire day at Hogsmeade. As I recall, it was a weekday some time during spring break. It was a clear night in early May. We were happy and contented. Harry, Neville, and I drank enough butterbeer to fill a tub. Ron was reeling drunk.

What happened was that Madam Rosmerta had a new drink she wanted us to try. She warned us that it had quite a bit of alcohol in it, but as in wizarding terms, we were legal, we tried it anyway. All of us except Ron agreed that we preferred butterbeer. Ron loved it. He ordered glass after glass. Harry tried repeatedly to get him to drink less, but he wouldn't listen. He kept on insisting that he'd have at least one night of fun in his entire life, whatever that was supposed to mean. The result was that he became drunk, (yeah, no shit) loud and sporadic. Well, he was like that when he was sober too, but now it was too much.

Harry and I supported him under his arms and we led him back to Hogwarts with Neville hovering worriedly close by. Ron babbled mindlessly as he staggered up the path, mentioning headless mermaids and giants on a homicidal streak. Harry caught my eye and shook his head, smiling amusedly. I smiled back.

We got him to the Gryffindor common room. A few people working on assignments were still there, strange, as it was past eleven. McGonagall probably forgot to check that night. Hermione was there and seeing Ron, she hurried over to us.

"What happened to him?" she asked, concerned.

Harry replied concisely, "He got drunk."

"Oh Ron," she sighed exasperatedly.

"Hermi? That you?" Ron said blurrily. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, and then blinked again, as if confused why it didn't work.

Harry and I took him to our dormitory, two people hovering now. At the door, I turned my head and said, "Sorry, Hermione, you can't come in here."

Hermione seemed torn between desire to see her boyfriend to his bed and the rules of the school. Finally, the rules won out. "Oh, all right... tell me if anything happens to him though."

I nodded and she left, albeit reluctantly. We got him into his bed and Neville removed his shoes while Harry somehow got him into his pajamas. While he did that, I just stood nearby and watched.

Ron groggily opened an eye and seeing me, slurred, "You're so preeety..." With that, he pulled me close and kissed me.

*End* That is, of the second chapter. I've got the third all written, I just need to type it up. Review and I shall love you forever.
Kasumi S.