Hermione sat on Harry's doorstep, staring at the picnic basket Dobby had so carefully prepared. So many thoughts ran through
her mind. The cold fall clouds threatened the earth below it, leaving Hermione uncaring.
"You'd like some company?" Hermione jumped slightly, looking behind her. Harry stood smiling, then sat down next to her.
"Little cold for a picnic, isn't it?" Hermione laughed a little, then looked at Harry smiling. His eyes looked worryed, and
she knew hers probably did too.
"It's a long story." Hermione said, shaking her head. Harry shrugged, looking down the road at the various flats resembling
his own. "Harry," She started, turning towards him. "I ran away from Ginny." A lump started to form in her throat.
"Why?" Harry knew, but it was the only thing he could think of asking.
"Because I don't want to admit to myself that you've moved on and I havn't." Hermione said, smiling as a tear trickled down
her face. Harry rubbed it away, shaking his head.
"I havn't really, I still think about you." Hermione bit her lip, forcing the tears back.
"I havn't ever stopped thinking about you. This whole time I've tried to act like I have, but I havn't." The tears poured now,
as a drop of ice cold rain fell atop her head. Harry shook his head, embracing her.
"Shhh.." He said, feeling her warm blonde hair brush apon his cheek. There was too much going on, he wasn't sure what to do.
He felt the rain drops start to slowly speed downwards on top of them. They both backed away slowly, as they both started to
stand. "Come inside." Harry said. Hermione shook her head, but it was pouring now. He opened the door, waiting for her.
"You'll freeze to death, get inside!" Hermione sighed and rushed inside, the heat of the apartment rushed apon her like the
sun.
Hermione sat on the couch, as Harry poured some butterbeer into some cups. He took his wand, which was absently placed on top
of the counter.
"Heatagarduim Cups!" He yelled, watching steam slowly form off of the cups. He carried the cups to the couch, and gave one
to Hermione.
"Thanks." She said softly, looking around the room. She sighed, and looked straight at him. "I'm sorry for what happened out there."
Hermione said sadly. Harry put down his cup.
"I'm not." Silence grew in the room, until a loud BANG frightened them both. Ron's figure appeared near the doorway, smiling.
"Sorry bout that, aim was a little off." Hermione shook her head.
"About time! Where've you been?" Hermione said, sipping her hot butterbeer. Ron shrugged, sitting in the leather chair
next to them.
"Twins business, new Barfing Baggettes are selling like hotcakes." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Barfing Baggettes?" Ron nodded, smiling excitedly.
"20 count of all of your getting out of class needs. Can't keep 'em in stock." A BANG and knock on the door made everyone
jump. Harry got up and went to the door, finding Ginny standing there. She looked around, finding Hermione and Ron inside.
"Um, could we talk in another room." Harry nodded, and went down the hall into the extra bedroom. Ginny followed behind him,
finding both Hermione and Ron not looking at her. She walked in, and Harry closed the door.
"What's up?" He asked. Ginny couldn't get the nerve to tell him what had happened not long ago.
"I was wondering if I could use this room for a few nights. It would be nice to get away from the parents for awhile." She
looked down at her feet, missing Harry's smile.
"Of course, but I going to warn you, tonight Ron is staying over too." Ginny shrugged.
"Okay, it doesn't matter to me." They looked at each other quietly, and kissed. As they talked, Hermione took out a cup,
filled it with butterbeer and set it on the counter. Her expression was puzzled, which made Ron chuckle.
"What's wrong, Herm? Never seen butterbeer before?" Hermione rolled her eyes, taking a bottle of out the cabnet.
"I was wondering where his booze supply was." She said, pouring something into her beer. "Butter Rum, mmm mmm." She said,
sipping her drink. Ron shook his head.
"You cute little drunk, you." Hermione stuck her tounge out, sitting back on the couch.
"Yeah well, you havn't gone through what I have tonight." She said, almost inhaling the rest of her drink. Ron shrugged.
"Guess not. What happened?" He asked, following her as she got up for more beer. Hermione took out two more bottles and
filled them into glasses with a splash of rum, then gave one to Ron.
"I went to my parents for dinner." She said, sipping her drink. Ron sat on the barstool, looking directly at her.
"So?"
"Dobby and Winky are bunking there now, and I started talking about" Ron laughed, intterupting her.
"Let me guess, SPEW?" Hermione rolled her eyes, drinking a large gulp of beer.
"S.P.E.W, for your information. They think it's stupid, and just a club." Ron nodded, sitting down his cup.
"It is, isn't it?" Hermione filled her glass again, tripping a little as she approached the fridge.
"No, no, no. S.P.E.W. is a civ..er..what is it again?" She said, swollowing a whole glass full. Ron smiled mischeviously.
Hermione was obviously getting tipsy, which was very entertaining to Ron.
"No, sweetie, it's SPEW." He said, trying not to crack up as she drank another cup. He realize that the almost empty bottle
of "rum" was actually a special kind of rum he and Harry had made once as a prank to give to Draco. It was much stronger than
rum, which started to worry Ron. He took the glass and put it back in the cabinet, grabbing Hermione's glass from her.
"Heaay! No HICCUP fair!" She stuttered, placing her hands on his shoulder. Ron certaintly didn't want her to hurt herself,
then he realized she was getting close. He backed away, and trotted towards the hallway.
"ROOONERS! Hermsie wants a kissypoo." She said, stumbling after him. He knocked on the door, startling Harry and Ginny, deeply
involved in a kiss. Harry opened to the door, and looked at Ron's scared expression.
"HARRY, Hermione got in the Drunakba!" Harry's eyes widened, as he saw Hermione waving at him, blowing him kisses. Ginny
gasped.
"What in Merlin's name is Drunkaba?" Ginny asked, as Ron grabbed Hermione's arm before she could fall over.
"It's a special breed of liqour me and Ron made last Christmas to make Draco drunk." Harry's cheeks flushed, as Ginny rolled
her eyes.
"Come on, Hermione. Let's go sit down." Hermione giggled and nodded, as they slowly approached the couch. Ron starred at
Harry's lips, oddly shiny looking.
"You we're snogging, wern't you?" Ron said, annoyed.
"It's not like we knew we had this on our hands!" Harry said, watching Hermione collapse on the couch, Ginny looking helpless.
"Wait, we put a charm on it for it to only last a few minutes, in case someone else got a hold of it." Ron nodded, chuckling.
"What was it doing in with the rest of the liqour?" Ron asked, shaking his head.
"I dunno, she was the one who unpacked the kitchen stuff." They both went and sat in the chairs around the couch, awaiting
for the charm to work.
Hermione's drunked giggle fits suddenly stopped, as she cuffed her forehead quickly.
"What just happened?" Hermione said, laying back on the couch.
"Just had a little too much liqour." Ginny said, patting her on the shoulder.
"Mmmph, I'm hungry." Hermione said, getting up towards the picnic basket. z
"Come on, I'll take you to get something." Ron announced, taking her hand.
"Okay then. See you later guys!" Hermione said, as they walked out. Ginny and Harry we're left alone on the couch, staring into each other's eyes.
her mind. The cold fall clouds threatened the earth below it, leaving Hermione uncaring.
"You'd like some company?" Hermione jumped slightly, looking behind her. Harry stood smiling, then sat down next to her.
"Little cold for a picnic, isn't it?" Hermione laughed a little, then looked at Harry smiling. His eyes looked worryed, and
she knew hers probably did too.
"It's a long story." Hermione said, shaking her head. Harry shrugged, looking down the road at the various flats resembling
his own. "Harry," She started, turning towards him. "I ran away from Ginny." A lump started to form in her throat.
"Why?" Harry knew, but it was the only thing he could think of asking.
"Because I don't want to admit to myself that you've moved on and I havn't." Hermione said, smiling as a tear trickled down
her face. Harry rubbed it away, shaking his head.
"I havn't really, I still think about you." Hermione bit her lip, forcing the tears back.
"I havn't ever stopped thinking about you. This whole time I've tried to act like I have, but I havn't." The tears poured now,
as a drop of ice cold rain fell atop her head. Harry shook his head, embracing her.
"Shhh.." He said, feeling her warm blonde hair brush apon his cheek. There was too much going on, he wasn't sure what to do.
He felt the rain drops start to slowly speed downwards on top of them. They both backed away slowly, as they both started to
stand. "Come inside." Harry said. Hermione shook her head, but it was pouring now. He opened the door, waiting for her.
"You'll freeze to death, get inside!" Hermione sighed and rushed inside, the heat of the apartment rushed apon her like the
sun.
Hermione sat on the couch, as Harry poured some butterbeer into some cups. He took his wand, which was absently placed on top
of the counter.
"Heatagarduim Cups!" He yelled, watching steam slowly form off of the cups. He carried the cups to the couch, and gave one
to Hermione.
"Thanks." She said softly, looking around the room. She sighed, and looked straight at him. "I'm sorry for what happened out there."
Hermione said sadly. Harry put down his cup.
"I'm not." Silence grew in the room, until a loud BANG frightened them both. Ron's figure appeared near the doorway, smiling.
"Sorry bout that, aim was a little off." Hermione shook her head.
"About time! Where've you been?" Hermione said, sipping her hot butterbeer. Ron shrugged, sitting in the leather chair
next to them.
"Twins business, new Barfing Baggettes are selling like hotcakes." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Barfing Baggettes?" Ron nodded, smiling excitedly.
"20 count of all of your getting out of class needs. Can't keep 'em in stock." A BANG and knock on the door made everyone
jump. Harry got up and went to the door, finding Ginny standing there. She looked around, finding Hermione and Ron inside.
"Um, could we talk in another room." Harry nodded, and went down the hall into the extra bedroom. Ginny followed behind him,
finding both Hermione and Ron not looking at her. She walked in, and Harry closed the door.
"What's up?" He asked. Ginny couldn't get the nerve to tell him what had happened not long ago.
"I was wondering if I could use this room for a few nights. It would be nice to get away from the parents for awhile." She
looked down at her feet, missing Harry's smile.
"Of course, but I going to warn you, tonight Ron is staying over too." Ginny shrugged.
"Okay, it doesn't matter to me." They looked at each other quietly, and kissed. As they talked, Hermione took out a cup,
filled it with butterbeer and set it on the counter. Her expression was puzzled, which made Ron chuckle.
"What's wrong, Herm? Never seen butterbeer before?" Hermione rolled her eyes, taking a bottle of out the cabnet.
"I was wondering where his booze supply was." She said, pouring something into her beer. "Butter Rum, mmm mmm." She said,
sipping her drink. Ron shook his head.
"You cute little drunk, you." Hermione stuck her tounge out, sitting back on the couch.
"Yeah well, you havn't gone through what I have tonight." She said, almost inhaling the rest of her drink. Ron shrugged.
"Guess not. What happened?" He asked, following her as she got up for more beer. Hermione took out two more bottles and
filled them into glasses with a splash of rum, then gave one to Ron.
"I went to my parents for dinner." She said, sipping her drink. Ron sat on the barstool, looking directly at her.
"So?"
"Dobby and Winky are bunking there now, and I started talking about" Ron laughed, intterupting her.
"Let me guess, SPEW?" Hermione rolled her eyes, drinking a large gulp of beer.
"S.P.E.W, for your information. They think it's stupid, and just a club." Ron nodded, sitting down his cup.
"It is, isn't it?" Hermione filled her glass again, tripping a little as she approached the fridge.
"No, no, no. S.P.E.W. is a civ..er..what is it again?" She said, swollowing a whole glass full. Ron smiled mischeviously.
Hermione was obviously getting tipsy, which was very entertaining to Ron.
"No, sweetie, it's SPEW." He said, trying not to crack up as she drank another cup. He realize that the almost empty bottle
of "rum" was actually a special kind of rum he and Harry had made once as a prank to give to Draco. It was much stronger than
rum, which started to worry Ron. He took the glass and put it back in the cabinet, grabbing Hermione's glass from her.
"Heaay! No HICCUP fair!" She stuttered, placing her hands on his shoulder. Ron certaintly didn't want her to hurt herself,
then he realized she was getting close. He backed away, and trotted towards the hallway.
"ROOONERS! Hermsie wants a kissypoo." She said, stumbling after him. He knocked on the door, startling Harry and Ginny, deeply
involved in a kiss. Harry opened to the door, and looked at Ron's scared expression.
"HARRY, Hermione got in the Drunakba!" Harry's eyes widened, as he saw Hermione waving at him, blowing him kisses. Ginny
gasped.
"What in Merlin's name is Drunkaba?" Ginny asked, as Ron grabbed Hermione's arm before she could fall over.
"It's a special breed of liqour me and Ron made last Christmas to make Draco drunk." Harry's cheeks flushed, as Ginny rolled
her eyes.
"Come on, Hermione. Let's go sit down." Hermione giggled and nodded, as they slowly approached the couch. Ron starred at
Harry's lips, oddly shiny looking.
"You we're snogging, wern't you?" Ron said, annoyed.
"It's not like we knew we had this on our hands!" Harry said, watching Hermione collapse on the couch, Ginny looking helpless.
"Wait, we put a charm on it for it to only last a few minutes, in case someone else got a hold of it." Ron nodded, chuckling.
"What was it doing in with the rest of the liqour?" Ron asked, shaking his head.
"I dunno, she was the one who unpacked the kitchen stuff." They both went and sat in the chairs around the couch, awaiting
for the charm to work.
Hermione's drunked giggle fits suddenly stopped, as she cuffed her forehead quickly.
"What just happened?" Hermione said, laying back on the couch.
"Just had a little too much liqour." Ginny said, patting her on the shoulder.
"Mmmph, I'm hungry." Hermione said, getting up towards the picnic basket. z
"Come on, I'll take you to get something." Ron announced, taking her hand.
"Okay then. See you later guys!" Hermione said, as they walked out. Ginny and Harry we're left alone on the couch, staring into each other's eyes.