I Don't Embarrass Easily…

Hi everyone! This is my last chapter that's stolen from "friends!" LOL. The rest is back to camping!

Helsuzaba: Your are absolutely correct! You caught me! I had looked up the distance between London and Salisbury before I started and it was only like a three hour drive! So that would ruin my story. I really wanted to write it though and I just hoped know one would notice or care. But, yes. The trip should only be three hours instead of a week. So everyone just pretend!

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Harry and Ron made their way down to the hotel lobby the next morning. They had had a very uneventful night, but relaxing none the less. The only thing that was odd was Ron's behavior; he was less talkative then usual.

The two boys looked around the small lobby that was crowded with witches and wizards. They finally spotted Hermione sitting at a small table, reading the newspaper and eating a bagel.

They walked up to her and she smiled up at them, Harry noticed that she even blushed a little for reasons unknown.

"Hey, Hermione! Did you sleep well?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yes."

"I er, I was just telling Ron that I ran into Oliver Wood last night. He wants to meet up with me today; I think he might help me set up a try out for the quidditch team he's on!" Harry said excitedly.

"That's great Harry!" Hermione replied.

"I know! So I'm going to meet up with him today, we can stay another night here; there's plenty of stuff to do. I can meet up with you two later for dinner?"

"I know a restaurant in the area called The Majoram, we could meet there," Suggested Ron.

"Sounds great! How about at five?" Harry asked and his two friends nodded in approval.

Hermione, however wasn't too thrilled with spending the whole day with Ron after what happened last night. The memory flooded back and Hermione quickly felt embarrassed once more.

The only way to make herself feel less embarrassed was to make Ron feel more embarrassed.

"It's hot," Hermione stated as she set down her bagel and began taking off her jean jacket.

"Now Ron," She said as she slipped it off her shoulders. "This is not an invitation for the physical act of love," She stated with a smirk.

Ron suddenly glared at her and his cheeks burnt red.

Harry looked on at his friends with confusion.

"What?" Harry asked her.

"Nothing," They both stated quickly. Harry shrugged it off. It wasn't any of his business.

"Ok, well, I'm going now. I'll catch you later," He said and strolled out of the lobby of the Witch Hazel Inn.

Ron and Hermione watched him go until he left and Ron quickly took a seat across from Hermione at the table.

"You know you're just as embarrassed as I was, so knock it off!" He hissed.

Hermione tried to play it off like she wasn't concerned.

"I just don't embarrass easily," She stated casually.

Ron rolled his eyes. "You're not embarrassed that I saw you naked?" He asked.

"Not as much as you are, you thought I wanted to have sex with you."

Ron was starting to get angry now and not embarrassed. It wasn't fair! What was he supposed to think what with her dancing like THAT in front of the window! I'll show her humiliation!

"LISTEN LADY!" Ron shouted loudly, receiving the attention of everyone in the room. "I WILL NOT HAVE SEX WITH YOU IN THE BROOM CLOSET! NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT!" He yelled loudly and everyone starred.

Ron smiled smugly. He looked over at Hermione and she stared at him wide eyed and mouth open.

How dare he! Now he was just being bitter. It was on now, we'll see who's the one that embarrasses easily.

"That was funny Ron," She lied, and spoke with confidence. Ron narrowed his eyes at her, he knew she was lying.

"Fine, let's just look for something to today," Ron suggested.

Hermione smiled. "I've got an entertainment guide for the town right here," She said, holding up a small pamphlet.

Ron took it and studied the moving pictures with captions beneath.

"I want to see the art show and the history museum," Hermione stated firmly.

Ron rolled his eyes. "And I want to go to the candy shop and the quidditch hall of fame."

Hermione pursed her lips. "Fine. Were taking the trolley around town. I heard it's a lot of fun."

Ron nodded in agreement. "Well, it doesn't stop at the Inn for ten more minutes."

Hermione nodded in understanding and the couple sat at the table silently; reading and sipping tea.

Six minutes later a tall, young wizard walked over and stood before Hermione.

"I er, I was just about to head over to the broom closet. Do you want to-"

"Urghh! NO!" Hermione said with a revolted tone.

The man looked shocked and hurt as he scuttled away. Ron just giggled behind his newspaper and Hermione scowled at him. This meant war!

Not much longer the Mageshire trolley arrived and Ron and Hermione eagerly boarded it.

They took a seat on a bench in the back. Hermione took the window seat and Ron took the isle. As he sat, Hermione noticed Ron smiling flirtatiously at the girl in the seat across from them. She had long black, shiny hair and blue eyes.

Hermione scowled at the girl and rolled her eyes, attempting to ignore Ron's actions.

The trolley started to move into town towards its first destination. After a few minutes, Ron was still trying to get the pretty girls attention.

That was it! I'll show him embarrassed!

Hermione took her water bottle, opened it and emptied its contents into Ron's crotch. That will cool him off.

He jumped out of his seat in shock and glared over at Hermione who was smiling mischievously.

Before he could say anything to Her, Hermione leaned over and tapped on the pretty girls shoulder.

The girl turned to her with a questioning expression.

"Sorry to disturb you, but my friend here just had an accident. You don't happen to have a napkin do you?" Hermione asked. The girl looked over Hermione's shoulder at Ron's pants and crinkled her nose up at the sight of Ron's wet crotch.

"No, Sorry," She girl responded with disgust and turned back to her newspaper.

Hermione smiled pleasantly as she moved back into her seat. Ron didn't bother to say anything to her, it wasn't worth it. He was comforted only by the fact that he would get her back. He took out his wand and dried his pants.

Two hours latter, Hermione and Ron climbed onto the trolley once more. They had already seen The Quidditch hall of fame and the history museum. They were both already exhausted.

They sat down beside each other once more, ready for a twenty minute ride to the art show.

After ten minutes of a steady quiet ride, sleep started to conquer Hermione. She was quickly fast asleep with her head rested on Ron's shoulder. The weight of her head was making it difficult for Ron to work on his crossword puzzle. He struggled with the marker he was using to write. It was a marker sent to him before he left by the twins. They had told him that it was a magic marker. What was so magical about it he didn't know, but the big black marker worked great for puzzles.

He couldn't concentrate very much on his puzzle though. The images of a naked, wet Hermione were taunting him. He had made such a fool of himself last night, and she did nothing to make him feel less ashamed about it. And wetting his pants was below the belt, literally!

As Ron twirled the magic marker between his fingers, an evil thought crossed his mind. He glanced down at Hermione's head on his shoulder. She was fast asleep, and if there was a moment to take his revenge…now was the time. Ron slowly and carefully moved the marker down towards her face.

The time was now 4:45 and Ron and Hermione arrived at the Marjoram restaurant. They had had a fun filled day and even managed to forget about their argument and awkwardness. They spotted Harry in the lobby. He was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a red polo. Hermione thought he looked very handsome.

Harry smiled widely when he spotted his friends. They looked like they were getting along great.

However, upon closer inspection Harry noticed something odd about Hermione.

"Hey Mate! How did it go?" Ron asked.

Harry smiled. "Great! Oliver set up some try outs for me!"

"Wow Harry, I' m happy for you!" Hermione stated happily.

It was then that Harry glanced down at her and saw what was so odd about her appearance.

There was a large black mustache drawn on her face along with thick, black eyes brows.

Harry laughed. "You two must have had fun! Did you go to a costume party?"

Ron suddenly tried to suppress his laughter and Hermione looked at Harry with confusion.

"What are you on about?" She asked.

"Let me guess," He said. "Your Charlie Chaplin…and your Raggedy Andy," Harry said.

Ron's smile quickly dropped and he sneered at Harry. Hermione on the other hand still looked confused.

"Harry, I don't. What?" She stuttered. Harry shot Ron a knowing glance. He wasn't going to join in on this one.

"Look in that mirror over there Hermione," Harry ordered kindly and pointed to a small decorative window across the room.

Hermione looked wary and cautiously crossed the room towards the mirror.

With one look, she gasped and her hands flew over her face.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" She screeched, gaining the attention of every occupant in the restaurant.

Ron didn't realize how much trouble he was in. He was just happy that he gained sufficient revenge.

When Hermione charged toward them and Ron burst out laughing.

She was red with fury and she was desperately rubbing at the ink.

"I can't believe you drew on my face! I need to get this off!" She cried and made a dash to the ladies room.

"Hey Hermione!" Ron shouted after her. "The men's room is that way!"

Harry was laughing to, but he also knew he needed to stop soon. Hermione did not look happy and Ron was certain to be punished. Harry didn't want to have any part of it.

Hermione quickly returned from the bathroom, her hand clamped firmly over her mouth.

"It won't come off!" She muttered angrily.

Ron now looked a bit concerned. "It won't come off?" He asked.

Hermione looked at him incredulously. "No, actually, it came off, but I drew it back on. Of course it won't come off!"

Ron finally showed signs of guilt. He hadn't expected the ink to not wash off.

"I've got to get out of here! I can't let people see me like this! I'm going back to the hotel!" She said frantically and dashed out of the restaurant.

Harry gave Ron a meaningful look that said 'you better fix this'. Ron nodded.

"I reckon I should go make sure she's ok. Are you fine by yourself?"

"Yeah mate. Actually, I ran into Neville and Luna today and invited them to dinner with us. I'll be fine," Harry explained. Ron nodded and took off out the door after Hermione.

Ron caught up with Hermione and chased her all the way to her hotel room. She tried to slam the door shut before he could get in but she was too late. Ron pushed the door open and followed her in.

"Hermione, I'm sorry!" He yelled after her. She made a b-line for the bathroom and began desperately washing her face. Ron came in after her.

"Will you forgive me? I was just paying you back!" He explained.

Hermione dried her face and turned around angrily.

"Find out how to get this off, Ronald! NOW!"

Ron jumped back from her. Hermione was actually quite terrifying when she was angry.

"Ok, Ok! I'll owl Fred and George right now and find out," Ron said, ready to fight for his life.

"Fred and George! It's their pen?" Hermione yelled. She lost all hope now. For all she knew their magic pen could give her a real mustache if she didn't get it off soon.

Ron didn't respond, he just quickly dashed for a pen and paper and the tiny owl that came in each room.

He hurriedly wrote a note to his twin brothers explaining what happened and asked how to get it off.

Ten minutes of silence later, the owl returned with a response from the twins. Ron tore the note opened and read the letter.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked, with a tone of relief.

Ron turned to her and looked sympathetic. "It's not coming off," He said.

"WHAT?" She yelled.

"It's not coming off as long as you keep trying! They said the harder you try the longer it will stay, so you should just leave it be," He said.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "This is just bloody great! You crossed the line Ron!"

"Come on Hermione! It's not that bad. I'm sure no one will even notice. Let's go back down and have dinner with Harry," Ron begged, not wanting to stay the whole night in the hotel room.

Hermione replied with a glare. "Ron! Everyone did noticed! I thought I was just good with kids when they were laughing at me in the candy shop, and a man at the art show asked me if I was part of the body art exhibit! I was clueless!"

"Fine! What do you want to do then?" Ron snapped.

Hermione didn't answer him. She stood from her seat on the bed and started pacing the room. After a few moments she came to a stop at the mini fridge in the kitchen. She opened it and gazed upon its contents. After a few seconds of thought she pulled a bottle of Salem brand vodka out.

"Your not going to drink that, are you?" Ron asked cautiously.

Hermione opened the lid. "Yes."

"You know you have to pay for that?" He said.

Hermione stared daggers at him before the bottle touched her lips.

Ron swallowed hard in fear. "I mean, it's on me," He said quietly and Hermione took a large swig. The bitter liquid stung as it made its way through her system. She would be drunk in no time.

Ron didn't want her to get drunk again. He knew she'd blame him.

"Hey Hermione!" He said, and attempted to get the bottle from her hands. He failed when she pulled away from him. "Let's play some chess. There's a board right here! Well play for money."

Hermione sat down on the bed across from him, took another swig and started to play chess. After a while, Ron couldn't resist the alcohol and he and Hermione shared the bottle.

The game ended quickly. Ron had let Hermione win in hopes of relieving her anger.

"You win!" He said drunkenly. "Here are 3 galleons!" He said and handed the money to her. Hermione sneered at it.

"I bet five," she said. Ron didn't argue and handed her two more galleons.

"Now what," Ron asked as he stood from his seat and swayed.

Hermione groaned. "We need more alcohol."

Hermione stood up and started rummaging through the kitchen looking for more drinks and Ron collapsed onto the floor.

"Hey," He said wistfully. "I found a chocolate chip!" Ron said as he popped it in his mouth.

Within seconds his face was crinkled up in disgust. "Nope! That's owl dung."

Hermione burst out laughing and fell to the floor beside him.

He rolled over and looked at her. "Come on Hermione. I want to get out of here. Let's go have some fun," He begged.

Hermione's body was whirling around. She felt so good right now and she really wanted to have fun.

"There is only one way that I'm leaving this room," She stated and took the magic marker off the dresser.

Meanwhile, Harry was still at The Marjoram Restaurant having dinner with Neville and Luna who were now a very happy couple.

"So what are you doing now Neville?" Harry asked between bites of his dinner.

"I've got an internship at the Ministry. I want to go further with Herbology," Neville responded.

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'm hoping to play quidditch professionally. I have some tryouts lined up,"

"You'd be very good at that," Luna said wistfully.

"You have one more year of school left right?" Harry asked Luna. She nodded.

"So, how long have you two been together now?" Harry asked. He had lost track. He remembered that they had become a couple shortly after the department of mysteries incident in fifth year.

"About two years now right Luna?" Neville asked.

"Yes, It's been a long time, but I never tire of my nevipoo," She said sweetly.

Harry smiled at them. They looked to be so much in love and he was very happy for them. Neville must feel the same way about Luna that he feelt for Ginny.

Neville suddenly blushed.

"Actually, Harry. I asked Luna last night to marry me," Neville said.

Harry nearly choked on his water at the news.

"Really! That's great!" Harry said.

"Yes," Said Luna. "We want to get married tonight," She said with a casual tone.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked in amazement. "Where? When?"

"Well, we want to get married at a local handfasting temple. It was just going to be private, but we'd love you there as a witness," Neville explained.

Harry smiled widely. It would mean so much to him to be there for his friends. He had spent so many years witnessing death and sadness. He would be overjoyed to be present at a happy celebration.

"I'd be honored. I reckon we'll go after dinner!" Harry said.

Neville took Luna's hands and they smiled lovingly at each other.

Harry, Neville and Luna quickly finished up their dinner and traveled to the temple. Tonight, Neville and Luna would go through the handfasting ritual and officially be a married couple.

Luna was dressed in a very pretty flower print skirt that reached to her knees and she wore a ruffled pink top that didn't quite match the skirt. Harry thought she glowed with beauty though as she walked into the temple; hand in hand with Neville who looked quite handsome himself.

They checked in at the desk and were told that there was a ceremony currently going on and that they had to wait.

All three friends took a seat on one of the comfy sofas in the waiting room.

"Are you two nervous?" Harry asked.

Neville hugged Luna tightly. "Excited," He responded.

Harry was about to comment on how he felt about Ginny when the door to the ritual room burst open.

Two people stumbled from the room in a fit of laughter. It was a woman with big, curly hair, and a tall man with bright red hair.

Harry stood up quickly in shock as he recognized who the couple was.

"Hurray, Mr. Hermione!" Hermione shouted gleefully and threw a handful of daisies in the air.

"Hurray, Mrs. Ron!" Ron shouted and also threw a handful of daisies in the air.

Harry starred in utter shock as he watched his two MARRIED best friends exit drunkenly from the temple.

Harry turned back to Neville and Luna with a look of sympathy.

"I'm really sorry, but I should probably-"

"It's ok Harry, go ahead," Neville said with understanding.

"I always thought they'd get married," Luna commented.

Harry smiled and wished his friends luck. He had to go chase his other friends down and make sure they didn't do anything else stupid.

A/N: Handfasting is a pagan marriage ritual. I just thought it fit right for the wizarding world instead of church.

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