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Hermione sat alone in the huge old and tattered chair that Mr Weasley usually resided in. She could see why he liked that armchair so much, it was such a great thinking space. Her thoughts had most definitely been all over the place since the night before. She had hardly slept one wink since 'the moment' between her and Ron. Her head was just so full of questions, she had tried so hard not to act differently around him that morning hoping that they would be able to have a proper conversation for once in their lives instead of hurling abuse at each other. However, as it turned out Ron had no clue as to what had happened that night, she had never ever seen him drink and most definitely had never seen him in a drunken state and she was surprised Mrs Weasley even allowed him to go that far. As it had turned out the night started out brilliantly, everyone seemed to be in good spirits but Hermione had cornered herself off from everyone else, not because she was upset but just because she preferred to watch the fun from the sidelines and curl up in a comfortable place to read. After all that was her favourite past time, no one seemed to mind her not joining in and just assumed her to be happy where she was.
She had watched Mrs Weasley attempting to teach Ginny how to knit, Hermione supposed that this was so Ginny could carry on the family tradition of the famous 'Weasley Jumpers.' Ginny had not looked at all impressed, she kept one very unfocused eye on what her mother was doing trying really hard to look interested, and the other eye on Harry. Hermione could tell that a majority of Ginny's concentration had gone into watching Harry also joining in with Mr Weasley and Ron and getting decidedly drunk himself. Ginny seemed to find the three males drinking highly amusing where as Hermione just kept thinking what an utterly stupid and pointless idea it was. She knew that Ron and Harry would suffer for it in the morning, but she never thought they she would be suffering too and through no fault of her own. The words that Ron had said to her had been playing over and over in her mind and she just couldn't seem to shake them off. Was it just the drink talking or had he really meant them?
As her mind again wandered back to the events of last night she recounted every single second that led up to 'the moment.' The night had progressed into drunken slurred conversation which she had found highly irritating. She had decided at that point in time that there was nothing worse than someone with too much alcohol inside them trying to string words together, and as for sentence construction even Mr Weasley had found that one difficult! That had been the moment she announced she was going to bed, and some what huffily pulled herself out of her seat and progressed towards the stairs. She hadn't notice Ron behind her who had slipped silently away from the rowdy group.
'Mio-Mione?' she had heard his voice say…
She whirled around to see Ron leaning against the banisters of the stairs propping himself up.
'What!? She said sounding very agitated.
'I er neeeed to spe-speakk withh youu'
'I don't think any form of speech is a good idea for you at the moment Ronald Weasley, will you just look at the state of you, you wont make once ounce of sense' she replied.
'Noooo I mu-st tell youu something, I neeeed to tell youu that I am in…'
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Harry saying her name, Hermione blinked her eyes a few times to re-adjust her sight. She had got lost in her own thoughts, and just as she was getting to the part that had been confusing her for the last day or so she was snapped out of it.
'Harry? What? What's going on?' she asked completely dazed.
'We're back from Diagon Alley Hermione, whats wrong with you? You looked like you were in another world then! Where's Ron anyway?'
Meanwhile, upstairs Ron awoke and shot up straight in bed. As he sat, the memory of what had happened the night before flooded back into his mind. He held his head down and brought his hand up resting it on his face and began to shake his head.
'Oh bloody hell, what have I done?!' he muttered to himself with shame.
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