Hermione threw the empty packet of crisps at his annoying guilty face.

"Prick!" she shouted.

"Well you asked for a packet of crisps. I didn't know you meant with the crisps in it!" Ron answered, putting his arms in front of his face in a pitiful attempt to protect himself from Hermione's flailing arms.

"You knew exactly what I meant asshole!" she said as she calmed down slightly and sat with her arms crossed in front of the TV.

It was the day after the Halloween house party. Hermione didn't remember much about the night before. All she could remember was Ron disappearing in to some back room of the house and herself passing out on the couch she was currently sitting on. She had had way too many drinks and was experiencing the dreadful aftermath.

She'd woken up with a pounding headache and an empty stomach. Not having had the energy to search for food, she had conveniently asked Ron to get her a packet of crisps as he headed out to get some beer from the corner shop. She couldn't even begin to contemplate how he could drink so much but it seemed his only answer to a hangover was to drink some more.

Being the kind-hearted person that Hermione was, she'd even offered to pay for his drinks as well as her crisps. He'd quickly agreed to this and left for the store. However, on his way back, he'd gotten hungry and eaten her crisps, being the annoying prat that he was. At least he now had a few bruises to show for it.

"You know you're gonna have to pay me back, right?" Hermione muttered sulkily.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Ron put his legs up on the coffee table, changed the TV channel and opened a can of beer, his eyes never leaving the TV screen, as though he hadn't even heard what she'd said. He could be so aggravating sometimes.

"Eeergh" Hermione growled as she got up and tried to push her way past his legs. "Move."

"Where you goin'?" He asked innocently looking up at her.

"To find bloody Lavender and ask where the hell she keeps her friggin' food around here. Now move your legs." Hermione gave his legs a slight slap. He playfully cringed and moved his legs. Hermione gave him an 'as if that hurt' look as she made her way through a couple of passed out people on the floor. She could've sworn she heard him chuckle when she was out of the room. She was still amazed to this day at how he could irritate her with such a small action. Nevertheless, she decided she'd be mature and ignore him, and instead try to find Lavender. She found her coming out of a bathroom with perfect skin and perfect hair. Hermione wandered how the hell she did that in the mornings.

Lavender was pulling back her long blonde hair into a perfect pony-tail when she noticed Hermione standing there.

"Hey Hermione. What's up?" Lavender asked, her perfect fake smile in position. Something that had to be understood about Lavender, and that was realised by the entire population of St. Christopher's Secondary School, was that Lavender had fancied Ron ever since year 10. This happened to be the year that Ron realised he wasn't a blabbering idiot when it came to girls, and found that acting confidant, pretending not to need any girl, and charming them with his humour was the key to getting girls. This didn't come to him straight away. In fact there was a transition period of about 3 months that Harry and Hermione will never forget, where Ron's unsuccessful chat-up lines would leave them two in hysterics.

Once Ron had finally mastered being the 'All-charismatic One' as Hermione had called him sarcastically, Lavender had wasted no time in letting all the girls in their year know to "back off".

However Lavender apparently thought Hermione had a thing for him as well. She was her "competition". Hermione was bewildered as to how someone could actually think she fancied Ron. They were constantly at each other's throats and Ron never ceased to be a dick to her. They'd known each other since forever, but that was only because they went to the same nursery when they were children and their parents had became friends. Even then, they used to steal each other's cookies from one another. In fact, the only things that had kept them together were Ron's little sister Ginny, who Hermione adored, and Harry, who was a mutual best friend.

At present, Hermione stood in front of Lavender and straightened up a little, showing her that she could be perfect too.

"Um…do you have any food around? Me and Ron are starving." She decided to stick his name in as well. That way she would've actually helped.

"Yeah, we store some junk food in the cupboard under the stairs."

"Cheers." Hermione stated flatly, smiling the smallest smile possible. She didn't like the girl and wasn't about to hide it. She walked through the corridor and opened the cupboard under the stairs. Everything she could hope for was there - chocolates and cookies and crisps and muffins and a load of other stuff. She found some chocolates in the shape of frogs that she found interesting. Hermione took as much as she could hold in her arms and made her way back to the TV room.

When she got back, Lavender was sitting on the couch next to Ron so there wasn't any space left on the small 2-seater couch for her to sit. Hermione dumped the junk food on the table (as far away from Ron's feet as she could), then sat on the floor and started watching Family Guy. When she turned around to get one of those chocolate frogs from the table, she saw Ron ogling at Lavender's rather large breasts…again. Lavender was doing absolutely nothing to stop it…again.

Hermione rolled her eyes and got up to try and find Ginny Even though Hermione loved that girl, she was never around when you really wanted to find her. Last time Hermione had seen her she was leaning over a toilet seat, throwing up.

Hermione checked the upstairs bathrooms and found Ginny fully clothed, in a bath half-filled with cold water, sleeping. Typical Ginny.