A/N: Part three......... yeah I know, 'it's about gosh darn freaking time!'
Hermione threw down a butter-beer bottle, it was the last of 12 pack she had bought this morning. Every last one was consumed in the span of an hour. She had taken to drinking soon after Harry left her. He didn't really leave her as much as much as he got the hell out of dodge. He that cannot be named had a following again and Harry though it best if he disappeared for a while.
"I'm sick of this shit."
Hermione said as she got off the sofa and tugged her t-shirt.
"I still don't understand why I couldn't have gone with him. I'm his wife! He needs me!"
She kicked an empty can of muggle beer. After going a round with the loo for a night she decided she didn't like hard liquor.
She picked up her wand and cleaned the house, then changed herself and tied her curls back into a pony-tail. Smiling she decided that she was going to the liquor store to get another case of Bud.
When Hermione got back she found that the front door to her flat was unlocked when she could remember locking it along with putting a number of curses on it. Who ever broke into her house would be lying on the floor immobilized and covered in oozing sores. She expected to see a new age Death Eater but instead she found Ron.
"Ronald Weasley, just what do you think you're doing breaking into my flat?"
"Nothing, nothing! Honest I just wanted to talk to you!"
"And you couldn't have waited for me to get back like a normal person?"
Ron shook his head.
"Now, pleease just take these horrid curses off a me."
Hermione sighed and vanished the sores then reanimated the red head.
"No what is it that you want to talk to me about so badly that you had to break into my house?"
"Well, the thing is."
He paused.
"See, I think, well what I mean to say is........."
"Out with it already!"
She ushered him and he looked up at her from where he sat on the floor.
"Promise not to get mad?"
She nodded and he grimaced.
"I think you have a drinking problem Monie."
"A what?"
Ron just looked at the two 12 packs that she carried in. She realized what she was holding and tried to hide them behind her back.
"OK, so maybe I drink, but it's not like I can't stop when ever I want to!"
She put the beer on the counter and tried to look anywhere but at Ron. Maybe she did have a problem.
"So why don't you stop?"
"Because I don't want to."
"Listen Monie, I know that you're upset about Harry leaving but I'm upset to, I may not be his wife but I'm his best friend. I miss him to Hermione."
Ron got up off the floor.
"Listen Monie, I just what you to think about what you're doing and why you're doing it."
He left and she walked over to the sofa and collapsed onto it. What was she doing? She did miss Harry, a lot. The drinking just took away that feeling it made her numb to the feeling of loss and gave her a hell of a headache in the morning.
Changing back into her night-shirt she closed her eyes and resisted the urge to grab a beer from the box on the kitchen counter.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short but I wrote it in like 3 minuets. Oh by the why if the story isn't making any sense, I'm sorry. I'm kind-a stoned and drunk so it makes sense to me damn-it!
Hermione threw down a butter-beer bottle, it was the last of 12 pack she had bought this morning. Every last one was consumed in the span of an hour. She had taken to drinking soon after Harry left her. He didn't really leave her as much as much as he got the hell out of dodge. He that cannot be named had a following again and Harry though it best if he disappeared for a while.
"I'm sick of this shit."
Hermione said as she got off the sofa and tugged her t-shirt.
"I still don't understand why I couldn't have gone with him. I'm his wife! He needs me!"
She kicked an empty can of muggle beer. After going a round with the loo for a night she decided she didn't like hard liquor.
She picked up her wand and cleaned the house, then changed herself and tied her curls back into a pony-tail. Smiling she decided that she was going to the liquor store to get another case of Bud.
When Hermione got back she found that the front door to her flat was unlocked when she could remember locking it along with putting a number of curses on it. Who ever broke into her house would be lying on the floor immobilized and covered in oozing sores. She expected to see a new age Death Eater but instead she found Ron.
"Ronald Weasley, just what do you think you're doing breaking into my flat?"
"Nothing, nothing! Honest I just wanted to talk to you!"
"And you couldn't have waited for me to get back like a normal person?"
Ron shook his head.
"Now, pleease just take these horrid curses off a me."
Hermione sighed and vanished the sores then reanimated the red head.
"No what is it that you want to talk to me about so badly that you had to break into my house?"
"Well, the thing is."
He paused.
"See, I think, well what I mean to say is........."
"Out with it already!"
She ushered him and he looked up at her from where he sat on the floor.
"Promise not to get mad?"
She nodded and he grimaced.
"I think you have a drinking problem Monie."
"A what?"
Ron just looked at the two 12 packs that she carried in. She realized what she was holding and tried to hide them behind her back.
"OK, so maybe I drink, but it's not like I can't stop when ever I want to!"
She put the beer on the counter and tried to look anywhere but at Ron. Maybe she did have a problem.
"So why don't you stop?"
"Because I don't want to."
"Listen Monie, I know that you're upset about Harry leaving but I'm upset to, I may not be his wife but I'm his best friend. I miss him to Hermione."
Ron got up off the floor.
"Listen Monie, I just what you to think about what you're doing and why you're doing it."
He left and she walked over to the sofa and collapsed onto it. What was she doing? She did miss Harry, a lot. The drinking just took away that feeling it made her numb to the feeling of loss and gave her a hell of a headache in the morning.
Changing back into her night-shirt she closed her eyes and resisted the urge to grab a beer from the box on the kitchen counter.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short but I wrote it in like 3 minuets. Oh by the why if the story isn't making any sense, I'm sorry. I'm kind-a stoned and drunk so it makes sense to me damn-it!