All of a sudden Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and it was Harry. She looked into deep green eyes, and saw a strange mist that made him look worried. She was curious about what the matter with Harry was.
"You look sad, are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Um, yea, why?" Hermione stumbled.
"Well, you look upset, but since you're okay, Ron seems a little bit down too,"
"Yea, I know, he's been grunting every time you look at me. Maybe there's something wrong with a relative. Maybe I remind him of that relative! I MUST CHANGE MYSELF!" Hermione exclaimed as she wiped the drool off her chin.
"I don't think it's you Hermione, I think it's me. I think I've been spending too much time with you and not enough with him! Let's go over there and spend some time with him. That will make him feel better," Harry replied.
Hermione would have known what was wrong with Ron if she hadn't drunk two bottles of beer in five minutes. So they walked over to Ron (well, Hermione wobbled over) and they sat next to him.
"Hi Ron, how's it going?" Harry said, trying to give Ron some attention.
"Yea!" said Hermione in a dumb manner, "how's that long lost relative?"
"Ummm… What?" asked Ron.
"Never mind her, she drank a little too much," Harry replied. Hermione had almost ruined Harry's plan.
They continued to talk for an hour straight, of course with the exception of food.
"Hermione you slob!" yelled Lavender from table # 15, as Hermione drooled yet again. The beer had really gone to her head.
"Oh, sorry!" Hermione yelled back.
All of a sudden, Hermione's vision cleared up and she got over being drunk. Harry walked over to her blushing.
"This is the last dance of the year, so get that special girl or guy up on the dance floor!" said Snape over the loud speaker. He was a little drunk too. Those three Budweisers really hit the spot. Hermione and Harry looked at each other in the eye.