Hermione awoke the next morning thoroughly hungover. She was shocked to be in Fred's bed but, upon realizing that she was the only one in it, almost wished she had spent the night with someone. She shook the thought out of her head. There was a knock on the door.
"Mione?"
"Come in Harry!" she yelled. The door opened and in came Harry, holding a tray of waffles, tea, and grapefruit. "Oh Harry! You shouldn't have!"
He placed the tray on her lap and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Consider it an apology... It's the least I could do after..."
"Don't worry about it anymore Harry, it's all in the-" she paused, clapped a hand over her mouth, and ran to the bathroom. Several minutes later she emerged and Harry laughed. "As Hagrid might say... better out than in." She laughed and performed the Scourgify charm on her mouth. She sat down on the bed next to him and socked him playfully on the arm. She picked up the tray and began to pick at the waffles while Harry at her grapefruit.
When Ron woke up, Harry was gone. Oh no, he thought, his head pounding. If he's where I think he is-
At that very moment, raucous laughter issued from Fred's room. White hot rage pulsed through Ron. He stood up, strode across the room, and threw open the door. Harry and Hermione where on the floor, Harry trying with all his might to steal the waffle that Hermione was holding just out of reach.
"Oh-Hey Ron," said Harry, averting his attention just long enough for Hermione to kick him in the groin and stuff the waffle into her mouth. And then she saw Ron.
The look on his face was truly remarkable, some bizarre combination of rage, disbelief, and fascination.
"Ron... Are you all right?"
"Oooh... yeah, of course. I'm fine and fucking dandy." He was smiling now, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Ron, what's up?"
"Nothing, everything's fine!" his voice was cracking now, and Hermione swore there where tears in his eyes.
"Ron, what the fuck's wrong with you? Come talk to me..." She put her arm around his shoulder and walked him out to the couch, leaving Harry in the room alone. Three hours later, Hermione was in the bathroom, doing lines on the counter. She was so frustrated. She could not for the life of her understand why walking in on her and Harry goofing off should upset him so much. She, on the contrary had quite enjoyed it... Having Harry on top of her had been pleasurable enough, even though she was sure his intent had not been to turn her on. She walked back into the living room to see Harry, Ron, Fred, and George standing around an old tuna can. "Three minutes lads..." said Fred. Suddenly, Hermione understood. "Where the fuck are you going"
"Not us," said Fred gesturing towards George. "Just Harry and Ron"
"Urgent business Herms. No choice," said Ron, not looking at her.
"Send us an owl, we'll visit again soon," said Harry "30 seconds"
"DON'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN"
"HERMIONE, WE DON'T HAVE A CHOICE"
"10 seconds!"
Maybe it was the coke... or maybe it was her anger at being abandoned again. Before her brain had registered what her body was doing, Hermione drew out her wand and shouted "ACCIO PACK!" As her backpack flew into her arms, she dove toward the portkey.
"3,2,1!"
"Hermioneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."
