Hermione leaned over Ginny, who was currently sleeping in a bathtub, and shook her shoulders.

"Ginny! Wake up!" she shouted at the heavy sleeper. It seemed to be a Weasley trait.

"I don't wanna go to school today Mummy!" she groaned, putting her arms over her eyes to block out the bathroom light.

"It's Sunday morning you idiot and I'm not your mum. Now wake up. You might catch pneumonia in the cold water."

"I'm up." Ginny mumbled, only to make herself more comfortable in the bath.

"That's it." Hermione declared as she turned on the cold tap and watched the water make contact with Ginny's face, who squealed and jumped out of the bath.

"What the hell's your problem!" Ginny shouted.

"You." Hermione stated as she handed a towel to her.

"Oh thanks." Ginny said sarcastically.

"You're welcome. Now come on. I wanna go home. I've already had enough of Ron and little miss Lavender."

"Why? What's my dim-witted older brother done now?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter. Let's just go."

"Alright. Just give me a minute to dry off." Ginny wrapped the towel around herself. "Hermione?"

"What?"

"Watch out." She splashed a huge wallop of freezing water from the bath on her. Hermione now stood soaking through and through in the middle of the toilet, shivering already.

"What the hell was that for!" Hermione shouted through giggles. She couldn't figure out whether she was angry or found it funny.

"You woke me up in pretty much exactly the same way! Payback." Ginny said almost indignantly. She had a massive cheesy smile plastered on her face.

"Wipe that smile off your face. You look like Ron. Now give me a towel." Hermione replied flatly. However much she could make her voice sound cold, she couldn't help the amused smile that appeared on her face. Ginny handed her a towel and they both went downstairs to find some of their friends and go home.

As they headed down the spiralling staircase, they noticed Lavender shooing some random people out of her expensive home and Ron sitting on the couch watching football (a/n soccer for Americans).

"Ron, you seen Luna?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah she's sleeping in Lavender's room. Oh and don't bother looking for Dean and Parvati. They were off to one of the bedrooms together last night. And Seamus rode off on Lavender's bicycle in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but Lavender's mum's tight fluffy pink nightgown. He hasn't come back. I think he was drunk. I hope he was drunk." Ron replied looking slightly anxious.

Hermione and Ginny both burst into a fit of giggles at this small piece of news. Ron sat with an amused expression on his face as he imagined Seamus getting arrested by the police for cruising the streets of London on a stolen bicycle wearing a lady's stolen nightgown. He wandered how long they would keep someone in a cell for that or how much bail would cost.

"So I take it Dean and Parvati are back together. All right, I'll go get Luna and then we can go home. " Ginny stated, already moving up the stairs. Hermione went over and sat down on the couch, shivering and wet, not caring about leaving a wet print on it.

"The wet look looks great on you Mione. Especially while you're wearing that white T-shirt." Ron was unashamedly staring at her chest and grinning. Hermione looked down at her top and saw that it had gone see-through, giving Ron an open view of her lacy pink bra. She was also experiencing a bad case of the headlights due to the coldness of the water. Hermione quickly wrapped her towel around herself, trying to cover as much as possible with the small fabric. She could feel a small amount of heat rush to her cheeks but her embarrassment was quickly demolished when she noticed a small hardening in his trousers. A mischievous smirk overtook her face.

"Thanks but I have to say, you better watch where you're looking, otherwise Ron Junior there might get a little too excited, if you know what I mean?" Hermione retaliated, looking pointedly between his legs. Ron quickly picked up a cushion and put it on his lap, purposefully diverting his attention to the TV. Hermione could clearly see the tips of his ears go bright red. No matter how smooth the 'All-Charismatic One' had gotten, he was never able to get that small habit under control, although it happened much less these days. Hermione's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. She was glad she was one of the few people left who could still embarrass Ron, the others being members of Ron's family and Harry.

At the thought of Harry, she felt a tinge of guilt. Even though it wasn't her fault his aunt and uncle were so hard on him, she still felt guilty at the fact that she was out enjoying herself while he was stuck at home. And what a home that was. The Dursleys took no trouble in letting Harry know every day of his life that he was not a member of their immediate family, and that he was only staying with them because they'd been gracious enough to let him once his parents died in that fateful car-crash.

Hermione could never truly understand why they were so cruel to him. She had looked in law books at school and yet wasn't able to find a reasonable provable case against the Dursleys. She assumed they were so malicious because Harry was so much smarter than Dudley and because of the aunt's feud with Harry's mum. Mrs. Potter had been much more popular during and after school than her sister and she had never forgiven her for that.

Hermione was brought back out of her trance when she heard shouting upstairs. She looked up at the ceiling. What sounded like Parvati and Dean's muffled voices told her straightaway that they were having another of their infamous break-ups. She would bet a public strip tease that they would get back together by tomorrow. They were always off one day and on the next. Hermione sighed and looked at Ron, who was still watching the football match on the television unblinkingly.

"You gonna come home with us lot or go home later?" Hermione asked him, wondering whether he would be able to drag himself away from the match just yet.

"Yeah I'll probably come with you lot, if I can get away from Lavender. She wants me to stay a bit later to help clean up. Don't ask me why. I've got no idea." Ron replied, looking bemused.

"You? Ronald Weasley? Clean up? Please…the girl can't be that deluded. She probably just wants another chance to throw herself at you. Why don't you just sleep with her and put us all out of our misery?" Hermione said coldly.

"Firstly I resent the fact that you think I'm not capable of cleaning up. And secondly, I'll bang her all in good time. Don't worry, she will be fully satisfied before the month is out, and then I'm sure all of 'you' will be put out of your misery. If you want it, I wouldn't even mind personally assisting to putting you fully out of your misery in my own special way." Ron had a triumphant grin on his face. Hermione looked at his very slappable face with a look of disgust placed firmly on hers. She was at a loss for words. She opened her mouth as if to say something but her mouth only opened and closed silently, trying pointlessly to form structured witty sentences, which made her look surprisingly like a fish. After a few moments of listening to Ron's husky chuckle, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Where the hell are Ginny and Luna!" Hermione screeched with frustration. Just then, Ginny and Luna came bounding down the stairs.