A/N Once again thanks for the reviews. I hold no claims to J.K Rowling's characters (actually, I apologise for dragging them through the mud), being funny or the Spin Doctors' song "Little miss can't be wrong".

Ron watched her while she swayed her 16-year-old hips in an exaggerated manner as she walked.

"Bloody know-it-all tease" he growled under his breath.

"That's the same girl you just professed your love for, Ron" Harry reminded him.

"Shut up, you lovesick fool. Little miss can't be wrong's gonna regret what she just did" he said to Harry.

"Hey, Hermione!" Ron yelled to her across the common room. Everyone, once again, turned to look at them.

"Oh Christ, I feel a song coming on" Harry groaned, rolling his eyes.

Hermione glared at Ron.

"You're starting to remind me of Colin Creevey, you know"

Colin, who was present, burst into tears and ran to the boy's dorm.

"You bitch. Now bloody sit down and listen to this or I'll get that Muggle tape player off Fred and George and play this song in your ear or all night" Ron paused to consider. "Actually, I might do that anyway but just sit down" he finished, then pulled a bottle out of his robes and downed the last of the Firewhiskey. Hermione obeyed his command and sat down.

Ron grabbed his guitar that he had put down before and let rip with a few notes.

"Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town

Been a whole lot happier without her face around

Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout

Never have to look at that angry pout

She hold the wand while your neck goes numb

She want one man to be made of Lockhart and Krum

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong."

He threw a glare and Hermione then stuck his tongue out. Hermione glared back, knowing that it was pretty much the perfect title for her.

"Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

When ya gonna stop being so headstrong?

Professor Snape's thoughts ain't your hand-me-downs

Would it be so bad to simply turn around

You brew so well, oh what a stench

You'd do brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench"

Hermione frowned. She had no idea what a "monkey wrench" was. But it sounded like an insult.

"Little miss, Little miss, Little miss cant be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

When ya gonna stop being so headstrong?

I hope your husband looks like Karkaroff

Hope you hear this sing and it pisses you off

I won't take that back, no I've got a spine

Did anyone ever tell you, you look like bloody swine?

"Little miss, Little miss, Little miss cant be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong

Little miss, Little miss, Little miss can't be wrong

When ya gonna stop being so headstrong?"

Hermione had to ignore Ron. She knew that everything that he had said was true. But his song had worked a charm, and she was pissed off. And she had to take that anger out on someone. She turned to Harry.

"You know, it's a shame other houses couldn't come. If Draco had of come, you both would have realised that I'm not looking to make a boyfriend out of either of you." She slyly winked at both of them , turned around and walked quickly to the girl's dorm so no-one would hear her laughing. Harry slumped to the floor. Ron promptly threw up his Firewhiskey.

Seamus grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Come on Boy George-" (George looked offended) "-time for you to rest".

A/N That's the end for now folks, thanks for reading. Song parodies are rather addictive so I might make another one at some point, but this story couldn't drag on forever on the premise of a drunk Ron ;) Please review, I'll appreciate it!