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The worst hangover in the world…
Harry and Ron sat silently. Ron had raised his left eyebrow at him questionably. Harry stared into space. He didn't know what to say….after all; he didn't know what the answer was!

Harry turned to look at Ron. "Ron….I absolutely have no idea!"

Ron stifled a laugh. Harry raised both eyebrows at him. "Well…" Harry still stared at him. "Isn't it obvious?" Harry was still staring at him. "If you're in love with Hermione then you're straight!"

Harry's mouth dropped open. "…I am…?"

Ron laughed a little. "Uh…duh!"

"Oh." The room was completely silent for, like, one minute then Harry stood up. "I should go talk to 'Mione." Ron nodded with a smirk on his face as Harry walked towards the door. When he opened it, he found himself face to face with Hermione, who was now dressed and had her right hand risen and about to knock on the door. "'Mione?"

Her eyes darted to Ron who was trying to stifle his laughter. "Hello Ron!" She said with a smile as she pulled Harry out of the room and closed the door. When the door was shut, they both stood in the empty hallway. "I said we'd talk, right?" They started walking towards the stair. They went downstairs and walked towards the kitchen. Harry sat down on the counter top as Hermione was making coffee. "Do you want some?" She said as she faced him while smiling.

Harry smiled back at her. "Yes please." He sat silently, still smiling. He was just happy and relieved that she was still smiling at him. She came closer to Harry holding to cups of coffee. She sat down next to him and gave him his. "So…."

They sat silently as they drank their coffee. When they finished, they just sat silently and looked around the room. Finally, Hermione decided to speak. "So, um, about last night…I'm actually a little confused…and I still have a hangover, which is why I'll ask Ron to make hangover potions…" Harry watched her as she babbled. Hermione noticed his silence. "…ok…I can tell I'm not making any sense so I'll let you talk."

Harry froze. What was he going to say? 'Oh God…' Harry avoided looking at Hermione, that didn't work though. His eyes met hers which made his stomach lurch. Finally, her stare penetrated him. "Ok, look, I'm also very confused. In fact, I think even more confused than you are! I don't even know what to say…I'm just…so…so…confused!" He knew this was the worst hangover in the world. He needed to barf right now. A lot. He quickly jumped of the counter, which startled Hermione.

But Hermione noticed that he had gotten paler, if possible, so she realized that he, indeed, needed to barf. Harry ran out the kitchen leaving Hermione alone. When Harry left, she sighed and shook her head then rested it in her left hand. "This is going to be quite difficult…"

Suddenly, Ron came in wearing a smirk. He made himself coffee and sat down next to Hermione and started drinking it, still wearing a smirk. When he finished he started to laugh a little. "I'll make you and Harry hangover potions." He started laughing again. Hermione glared at him. "You guys must've had some party last night…" She continued to glare at him.

'Haha…yes, do make fun of me at my expense…' "Yes, well, it's too bad I don't remember most of it…it's really strange to just wake up next to your gay best friend completely naked." Hermione paused and her eyebrows scrunched together. "Wait a sec—" Ron sat looking at her with a slight smile with his eyebrows raised. "—did you know that Harry's gay?" Ron nodded, still with the slight smile and the raised eyebrows. "Oh." Silence filled the room. It was so quiet that you could hear Harry barf. You see, he was in so much hurry that he didn't close the door.

Ron and Hermione winced as they heard Harry. It was not a pleasant sound. I mean, who likes the sound of barfing? Ron jumped of the counter and stood up. "I'm gonna start making that hangover potion. Looks like Harry really needs it." They heard Harry again. "Bad." Ron stopped for a moment. "I'd expect that you aren't a very good drinker…why aren't you as sick as Harry?"

Hermione jumped of the counter and stood up in front of Ron. "Well, I already barfed when you and Harry were talking earlier…I still feel sick and I've got a throbbing headache…my muggle cousin once told me after getting home from this completely wild party that once you barf, you don't feel as sick anymore but you still feel sick but it isn't as bad, you know?" Ron raised his eyebrow at her. "Those were her exact words, of course. It sounds stupid, but it's kinda true."

Ron continued to stare at her with an eyebrow raised but then he heard Harry once more and decided to start working. "I'm gonna make those potions now…" He started moving and getting what he needed to make the potion.

Hermione smiled a little and watched Ron moving about. "Right. I'm gonna go and help Harry…"

Ron heard Hermione's footsteps drifting away. He put on a small smile. "Yes…you do that…" He said to himself.

Hermione rubbed his back as Harry barfed. "Um…you just keep doing that…I'm gonna get you a towel…and maybe a shirt…" Hermione ran to Harry's room and grabbed an old t-shirt from his closet. She ran back to the bathroom Harry was in and grabbed a towel from the shelf. She placed them on the bathroom counter and walked quickly towards Harry (a/n: the bathroom is really big). She was now rubbing his back again in a very soothing way. Harry coughed and sat up. Hermione helped him stand up, and together, they walked towards the sink. "Ok…let's get you cleaned up…" Harry, reluctantly, let go of Hermione's hand and began to wash his face. When he was done, Hermione quickly grabbed a face towel and wet it with warm water. "Harry, take that shirt off please." Harry raised an eyebrow at her and she immediately noticed. "Oh please! It's covered in barf!"

He quickly took his shirt off. Hermione cleaned his chest with the wet face towel. Harry stared at her as she did this. He loved every minute of this…even if it involved a lot of barfing. He appreciated Hermione's tender touches. He loved the feeling of knowing that she cared so much about him. He was now almost clean and he sighed as he felt Hermione's hands slowly slip down his chest as she finished cleaning him.

She threw the dirty face towel into the sink and began to wash her hands. She took the towel she grabbed earlier and dried Harry up. Then she took the clean t-shirt. "K, Harry, please lift your arms up." She slipped his shirt on him. "There. All clean." They stood there for a moment in complete silence. Hermione was smiling and Harry just stared at her, boring into her eyes. The silence was now quite uncomfortable for Hermione. "What?"

Harry's eyes darted away. "Um, it's nothing."

They stood there uncomfortably and quietly again. "So, um, about last night—" It's quite obvious now that Hermione doesn't like uncomfortable silence.

She was cut off though when Ron yelled something. "Guys! The potions are ready!"

They started to move about. Hermione grabbed Harry's dirty t-shirt. "So, um, why don't you go ahead and I'll just clean this up first." Harry started to move for the door. "But wait," Harry stopped and turned back to face Hermione. "Please promise me we'll talk later…"

Harry froze for moment. A small smile spread on his lips. "Sure." Hermione smiled as well then Harry started to walk out the bathroom.

She sighed and stood up holding the dirty t-shirt she grabbed the dirty towels and put them in a laundry basket. She washed her hands then went downstairs to the dining area. When she got there, Harry was already done with his potion. The two were just laughing at something Ron said. "Hey 'Mione! Your potion's right here." Ron said as he smiled a cheery smile while holding up her potion for her.

Hermione sat next to Harry who was sitting across Ron. She watched them as she drank the potion. Their faces still seemed red from laughter. She was finish now so she put the vile down. She looked at Ron with a playful smirk. "What are you so happy about?"

Harry started to snicker as he tried to contain his laughter. Ron was snickering as well. He then put on a playful smirk of his own. "Well, I got lucky last night! Who wouldn't be happy?" The three became very silent. Ron still had his smirk on though. "I wasn't drunk of course so I remember each and every detail...would you like me to tell you?—"

"No!" The two jumped off their seats and held their hands up in front of Ron's face.

Ron laughed a little and held up his hands. "Alright, alright! I won't tell you." Suddenly the phone started ringing. "What's that?"

Hermione and Harry slowly sat down. Hermione's eyebrow rose. "What's what?"

Ron stood up. "That sound."

Now both Hermione's eyebrows rose. "Don't you know what a telephone sounds like? Didn't I show you last summer when all three of us spent the summer at my house?"

Ron's eyebrows scrunched together for a moment then a look of realization replaced the expression on his face. "Oh…those! Ooh! I'll pick it up!"

Ron ran to the living room like an excited little boy on Christmas, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. Both of them sat quietly. Hermione felt heat rise to her cheeks as she felt something cover her left hand, which was resting on her lap. Harry's warm hand covered hers. Hermione looked at him. Harry was tapping his finger using his free hand. He was looking towards the living room. He watched Ron bicker with the person on the phone. Hermione felt a little disappointed because Harry wouldn't even look at her.

Ron put the phone on an end table. Ron walked back to Harry and Hermione wearing a really disturbed face. "…Hermione, it's for you…"

Harry's hand slowly slipped off her hand. Hermione already missed the warmth of his hand. But then Hermione's attention shifted to Ron who looked quite strange right now. "Who is it?"

Ron slowly sat down in his seat, still wearing the same expression. Then he slowly looked at Hermione, his expression not changing. "It's Malfoy."

Hermione's face paled. Harry looked at her with a questioning stare. She would explain later. No one spoke in the room. Hermione stood up and quickly made her way to the phone. She picked it up. "Hello Draco."

"Hello Hermione. Are you free tonight?"

A small smile formed on her lips. "Sure. Where and when?"

"I'll pick you up at your place at six p.m."

"Dinner?"

"Yes. I'll see you later."

"K. Bye."

"Bye."

Hermione put the phone down and looked at a grandfather clock at the corner of the room. She walked back to the dining area. "Well, it's almost time for lunch. It's Ron's turn to cook."

Ron stood up and started to prepare. Harry couldn't keep his eyes of Hermione and curiosity was getting to him. "What did Malfoy say?"

Hermione looked at him and smiled. "He's taking me out for dinner tonight."

Ron quickly turned his attention to Hermione. Both boys had their jaws dropped wide open and they yelled together. "Say what?"

Hermione just smiled and nodded.

Harry was completely shocked. 'Since when is 'Mione civil to Malfoy?'

Ok! I know it seems weird right now…but there's a reason for this! If you guys want to know what's between Hermione and Draco, you guys better review! Please R&R!