Disclaimer: I do not own these charachters, just the people in their heads.

The Date

"Today's the day. I'm dating Hermione. This'll be great. I'm good. I'm slick, I'm cool, and I'm confident. I'm ready." I tried so hard to convince myself. Then, I saw… "Harry?" It didn't look like Harry. He was swaying back and forth, hiccupping, and couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it.

"Ron! Fancy seeing hic you here. Have you and hic Hermione hic snogged yet? hic"

"You're bloody drunk!"

"I swear to drunk I'm not God. hic You know hic what I learned hic today? I learned hic that Churchton hic Winstilll was a great leader. hic"

"Harry, have you been downing the Fire Whisky? I know you're 18, but… bloody hell, show some self respect."

"I've got more hic self respect in hic my finger then you have in your hic entire body!" At which point he slumped down and passed out.

"Harry? HARRY? WAKE UP YOU BLOODY GIT! HARRY! Well… one option… I have to beg to Bob."

Bob… I need you now more then ever. Please… come back… I need you… please…

Took you long enough.

Bob! Thank Merlin! If I could hug you, I would. Now, let me explain. Harry was obviously depressed that I was actually going through with my date, and he's drunk. I smell the Fire Whisky in his breath. It's disgusting.

Well, you have two options. One, you cold leave Harry here and have Draco torment him for the rest of his life.

And two?

Carry Harry into the dormitory, lay him down, get Madame Pomfry, tell her what happened, get some medication, and totally forget your date with Hermione. You could send her an owl though.

Which one's better?

The second.

Bloody hell. Well, I have no choice. Up we go, Harry. Oh, this is so gross. His breath smells.

Well, at least you're doing the right thing. You know, I've always looked up to you, like a big brother. I'm glad my big brother's doing the right thing.

Aw, thanks Bob. Hey, we're at the common room! "Bloody hell, what's that new password? Umm… oh yeah! Uomo ubriaco!" I waited by the bed for a few hours. I sent an owl to Hermione and she sent back, forgiving me. Harry eventually came to.

"Bloody hell, my head. What happened?"

"Well, you got drunk, and you passed out in the hallway. It was very funny. Oh, and I found these in the common room." I held up several empty bottles of Fire Whisky and Hard Butterbeer.

"Yeah? I guess I was depressed. How'd your date with Hermione go?"

"What date?"

"You mean…Ron, I'm touched, but…YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"

"What?"

"Ron, Madame Pomfry could've taken care of me and delt with my bloody hangover, but you had to go all noble and take care of me, you idiot! Being stupidly noble is my job!"

"I know, Harry, I just wanted to take care of my best friend."

Ron, that is so sweet. You are so cool.

Thanks, Bob. "Harry, what say we go down into the common room and eat? Dumbledore had a suspicion that we wouldn't be down for dinner, so he sent up a tray of sandwiches."

"Bloody hell! How long've I been asleep?"

"Give or take five hours."

"What'd you do while I was out?"

"Read."

"You read?"

"Surprising, isn't it? I caught up on some schoolwork."

"You do schoolwork?"

"Shut up!" It went on like that until we reached the common room. I saw Hermione sitting on an overstuffed armchair.

"Ron!" she ran up to me and kissed me.

"Hermione!"

"What, too much too fast?"

"No, It's just perfect."

Ron, I'd hate to break up this moment of fluffiness, but your other best friend is standing behind you, looking like he's going to barf.

Oh, thanks.

"Ron,I'd hate to break up this moment of fluffiness, but yourbest friend is standing behind you, looking like he's going to barf."

"I know, Harry, you just stand there, looking like your going to barf, while we finish."

"Urg." And so, that's what happened. That's the tale.

A/N: So, you like?

Ron: That's it? That's the end? Only six chapters? WTF? ONE MORE CHAPTER! ONE MORE CHAPTER!

Draco: How come I'm not in it?

Bob: But you were killed in a car crash! It said so in the first chapter. And you were mentioned in this chapter...I want another chapter just because I like this fanfic.

Draco: grumble, grumble I want to be in another chapter.

Sybil: But I was only mentioned a few times! I didn't actually get to talk. This makes me say grr. I want another chapter and I wanna talk in it.

Harry: I was drunk?!?! WTF? I want another chapter to prove I'm sober.

Hermione: I'm fine, but if you want another chapter, I'm willing to comply.

A/N: Fine, one more chapter, but only if it gets good reviews.

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