"Paty...Posse...Parsley...Oh hell"

Harry Potter fell into a couch in the 'Lions Den'. (Really it was just a glorified empty classroom in Hogwarts, but don't tell Harry that, he's as bitchy as a teenage girl PMSing) In one hand was a bottle with orange juice and vodka and his other was a fag. Ron Weasley shook his head at the actions of his best friend, but he was used to it and there was a fag in between his own lips also, so he couldn't really talk.

"D'you mean party?"

Ron looked up at Harry with black eyes, he thought contacts were the greatest muggle invention out there, and smirked. There was one thing to say about Harry Potter drunk, he acted an idiot. Harry glowered at Ron and went to throw his screwdriver (the vodka and orange juice for you pure people) at him but decided to chug some down instead.

"Yea.....parteh....we should have a parteh in celebration of that stupid show Friends ending"

Ron's eyebrows knitted together in a frown, he liked Friends, he had the shirts, and the boxers, and the hat.....ok he was obsessed with it but he didn't think anyone noticed really. Rubbing his forehead Ron shrugged.

"Your deal 'arry, you wanta party you invite everyone. As of now I'm going to the common room to feed Trini..."

Harry watched Ron put out his fag and toss it out the window, he never understood why Ron dealt with the Hippogriff. Granted the thing was a new sub species and only the size of a large dog but still, it hated everyone but the trio and was pure black. Though the pet suited Ron's look perfect. Black, black, and more black. He even wore black nail polish and black kohl. Harry couldn't remember why he was friends with a Goth with flaming red hair but then again Harry couldn't remember a lot of things when drunk-which was usually always- Anyways Ron was a good depressant to have around.

As Harry was thinking about his best friend Ron was walking down the corridors his hands running through his hair. Smelling pot for a moment he rolled his eyes, Hermione again. Deciding not to bother her, hey she could be masturbating while she got high or something, he continued onto his own room. A few moments after turning into a different corridor he heard someone yelling.

"Ronald! Ronald! Get your arse over here!"

Ron groaned and stopped walking as Luna Lovegood ran up to him and punched him in the arm, not hard enough to hurt him though. He knew what was coming next and going over to the wall he leaned against it and took out another fag wondering if he stuck it up his ear Luna would go away.

"Ronald Weasley I can not believe you would just ditch me like that! I was waiting in the Quidditch locker room for at least an hour! You did this last week at the Library too!"

Ron shook his head and pushed off the wall and took a drag of his fag. He sighed wondering when Luna would get it, he didn't want a make over and become a happy person he was fine with being dark, morbid, and well Gothic.

"Sod off Luna, I don't want a make over but Harrys up in the Lion's Den and could use a good 'cheering up'."

"Now don't you go on about not needing a make ov- Wait did you just Harry was free?"

With a devious giggle Luna zipped off to the Lion's Den. Ron watched her go and sighed.

"Poor sap, doesn't know what's coming to 'im"

20 minutes later

"Bloody Hell, why is it always me who gets lost?!"

Ron growled and walked into his room sopping wet with his kohl eyeliner running down his cheeks. Shaking himself like a dog he went over to Trini's cage opening it jumping back when the thing tried to bite his hands off.

"God Damn bird"

Stripping out of his clothes he tossed them in the corner and changed into his night clothes. Putting on a dry set of robes he stuck his wand in his pocket and headed for the door.

"C'mon Trin we're going at this godforsaken hour to the kitchens so we can get you some damn food"

Aside from being a depressing, angry young man Ron also had a slight, wee problem with cursing. At the word kitchen Trini ran to Ron's side and started acting very nice and lovely like. Ron just rolled his eyes. 'Stupid hungry bird' He thought to himself as he and Trini left the room. As they walked to the kitchen he looked down at the Hipogriff, the guy he bought her from said she would be able to say simple phrases if she came to like him well enough. So far not a single peep out of the bird. 'I knew he was leading me on, bloody bastard' Shaking his head he went up a staircase.

30 minutes later

"I hate bloody Hogwarts, I hate bloody Hogwarts, I hate bloody Hogwarts. Why do I always get lost?!"

He growled finally standing in front of the portrait of fruit. Trini was at his side snapping at his leg.

"Ok, ok, damn feather ball I'm getting you food"

Tickling the pear the two walked in the now open doorway and into the kitchen. Immediately a house elf ran up to them.

"What can I get for your sir?"

The elf asked in a high pitched voice. Ron sighed rubbing his temples, he hated house elf's voices they were always so high pitched and annoying.

"Meat, raw"

Ron said it simply then went to sit on a stool to wait, he watched Trini, she looked like she was about to snap up some house elves pretty soon. 'Guess she hates 'em as much as I do' Chuckling darkly he scratched his scalp.

When the house elf came back with the meat and put it in front of Trini he swore he heard a soft "Woooooo!" before she dug in. Shaking his head he closed his eyes. 'Hearing woooooo's from my bird....wow I'm really messed up'

First chapter! W00t! If you have any questions, please feel free to e-mail me! My e-mail is in my profile. Please R&R! Author: Kelly