(A/N: Okay—I'm not much of a review-responder-to, but I feel the need to respond to ya'lls reviews now. Lemme see….A bunch of you said that this story is really good. Well, I just wanted to thank you so very much. This story isn't really all the great (to me anyway) I think my other ones are much better. But this is a little one to relieve stress. Anyway—there was one (or two) people that said this story isn't very realistic. Well, think of what you just said. Oh yeah, we all know that there's REALLY a wizarding school in England—uh huh, yeah right. So, being as this is an unrealistic setting, it would be unrealistic for me to be well, realistic!! So there! But thanks for the input. :-D Thank ya'll very much for your reviews. And I think I'm supposed to dedicate this story to someone named Katie. Did I get it right? I hope so. Bye ya'll!!)

Hermione woke up the following morning with a pounding headache and a numb arm. After the teachers left the party, she, Ron, Harry, and Ginny stuck around for about an hour, and then snuck out of the castle. They went into Hogsmeade, where, somehow, Ron and Ginny managed to get a hold of some Firewhisky. When Ron and Ginny came back, they all got sloshed in the passageway. After 2 shots, even Hermione didn't care whether or not they got caught. About three hours and four bottles of Firewhisky later, they all stumbled (well, the boys stumbled while carrying the girls) back to Gryffindor common room under the Invisibility cloak. Since the boys couldn't go up to the girls' dormitories, Harry and Ron took the girls up into theirs. After a little explaining, Seamus, Neville, and Dean promised not to tell anyone about the little escapade and they all helped Harry and Ron get Ginny and Hermione settled. Seamus slept by Dean so that Ginny could have his bed and Neville was going to sleep on the floor, but Hermione wouldn't let him. She just crawled into bed next to Ron and fell asleep, and he didn't have the heart, or want, to move her. The following morning, Hermione woke up with a pounding headache and a numb arm. She tried to move her arm but found that it was stuck under something. She looked over and saw that it was pinned under Ron's waist. She pushed herself up onto her elbow and leaned over him. With her free hand, she brushed his hair off his face and kissed his neck.

"Ron…" She whispered.

"Huh? What…?" He rolled over and she slipped her arm out from under him. He looked at her quizzically for a moment, then, remembering why she was there, smiled and put his hand up to her face. He ran a finger along her jaw line, then leaned up and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"How are you feeling?" He whispered, shifting slightly so that she was lying with her head on his chest.

"Fine, I kinda have a headache though." She nuzzled her head into his t-shirt and sighed a contented sigh.

"That's what usually happens when you get trashed." He laughed quietly at her. She punched his playfully then rolled over. As she sat up, she looked over at the bed across from her. Ginny was lying on top of the bed with her hand draped over the side, and Harry was sitting, on the floor, by the bed, leaning against it with his head lying on the edge. His and Ginny's fingers were interlaced and they both were simply lying there staring at each other smiling. Hermione looked over at Ron and grinned, then jerked her head towards Harry and Ginny—big mistake. Ron turned beet red and his grip tightened on her hand. She leaned over him and put her hand on his upper arm.

"Ron…" She said in a soothing voice. She felt him relax almost immediately.

"They're in bed together!" He hissed under his breath.

"So are we. That doesn't mean we did anything. Neither did they, now let them alone." She kissed his cheek before putting her head on his chest once again.

"Damn mate, it's like you're already married." Seamus' voice drifted over from the other bed. He was laying with his head propped up by his hand, watching Hermione and Ron.

"Seamus!" Hermione and Ron yelled at the same time. Seamus had just enough time to jerk his curtain shut and narrowly missed a pillow thrown by Ron.

About ten minutes later, after Hermione had to drag Ginny away from Harry, the girls snuck out of the boys dorms and ran over to their own. Ginny ran around the room in a frenzy, trying to get dressed and gush about Harry all at the same time.

"He was so sweet and so kind and I can't believe he was such an asshole to you for the past few weeks. He's been just so understanding and so sweet!!! Hermione—I think I'm in love."

"No, really Ginny? I hadn't noticed." Hermione chuckled as she rummaged through her trunk trying to find her new sweater she'd gotten for Christmas from her parents. It was green—Ron's favorite color. "Aha!" She pulled it out from under her Hogwarts—A History, which she'd been reading the night before last. She yawned as she pulled the sweater over her head, then turned to brush her bushy hair. She pulled out her wand and muttered a few words. As she did, her hair turned from a mass of frizzy mess to a head full of sleek, shining curls. Ginny, who had pulled on her jeans and hooded sweatshirt, flopped on the bed and started picking at her nails.

"I really don't know what to do Hermione. I'm serious! I like him so much, but he hurt you and Ron doesn't trust him anymore…and I don't know! That devil-woman Amy must have put a curse on him, because my Harry wouldn't hurt a fly, much less his own two best friends!"

"Oh, so he's your Harry now, huh?" Hermione grinned as her friend blushed and apologized.

"He's not MY Harry—he's our Harry…He's just Harry alright?!" Ginny said before slamming out of the room in frustration.

Hermione just laughed as she put in her hoop earrings. She heard footsteps on the other side of the door just before the door squeaked open.

"Hermione?" Ginny poked her head in, her face red and a sheepish grin on her face.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I have a chance?"

"With Harry?"

"Uh huh."

"Definately...if Ron gives you one that is." Hermione grabbed her jacket, tossed Ginny's to her and they ran down into the common room.