A/N: Chapter 20 already! Oh man. Anyway I appreciate your reviews! Thank you: TRINITI71, and Nickel. Sorry about the huge gap in updating. I had a paper and midterms! Ahh! Anyway, hope y'all like this. Also, I'm terribly sorry for forgetting the dividers between the Draco Ginny activities and the Harry and Hermione discussion.

Disclaimer: I have no idea if I really need to put this thing in ever time but because I'm apparently masochistic (jk) I write it all the same. I do not own Harry Potter…

Her body was being showered with kisses and she intended on returning every one of them. The two pulled apart and he slowly took off his undershirt revealing his surprisingly built stomach. Not that it was that incredible but no one would've suspected him to look like that underneath. She was pulled out of her amazed trance by the sound of him unzipping his pants. Her eyes darted from him to his hands when she affirmed in herself that she wanted to do this. As she was returning his previous favoras moans escaped his mouth and she continued on until he was at his climax. Then through a lusty moan she heard, "oh Ginny."

Hermione bolted up in a sweat from her dream. Alas it wasn't a dream but a recollection from her past. It was the reason for everything, for why she was like this. She was a huge twisted mess inside because of Ginerva Weasely. Hermione scowled just thinking of her and that moment. Finally deciding that she had enough of the Gryffindor tower, she made her way over to the library. She grabbed a quill and some parchment from her bag as she took notes from a book. Hours past and Hermione wouldn't have known if the library didn't tell her it was closing time. She left the library to return to the Gryfindor common room even though she wanted to run in the other direction.

"Hi Hermione," the person put special emphasis on the 'Hermione' part.

Hermione didn't want to return the greeting but did all the same, "Thanks for remembering Neville," she mimicked. How dare he talk her? How dare he! After what he did he had the gall to even look at her? "Why did I ever date that idiot?" she asked aloud.

Harry was sitting up at the astronomy tower dazing off in a semi intoxicated trance. He noticed more but less in a way. He realized more in himself while in that state but recognized objects and things lazily. No one was there so it didn't really matter how he looked or what he was looking at, it was just him by his lonesome trying feebly to drown out his shallow sorrows. Of course he didn't think them to be shallow, he thought them to be the most dramatic things ever. However in a way there were for him. He had let his guard down and was manipulated in such a crude manner that it was almost embarrassing. He didn't hate Hermione but he did hate what she had done and hehatedhimself for falling for it. All this time he figured that he was such a gentleman. He had nice manners and was most times respectful so for him to realize what an opposite action he had performed was just beyond him. He sat there staring up at the dusk sky, his bottle of bitter solace lying next to him, wondering. In whole honesty he was sorry but in a way he didn't figure it to be his fault. After all, he was drunk! But then his other side kicked in saying that being drunk doesn't change anything, he shouldn't have been drunk in the first place! He hated the fact that he contradicts himself. His actions and behaviors are all of a hero but his thoughts and private side were nothing like what people expected. And that was just it, people expected! They expected an awful lot. Sometimes he had the confidence to say that he would defeat Voldermort and make all the wrongs right but a majority of the time he doubted that would happen. He never liked to think about his future, to think about the almost certain heroic death that he would endure. Instead he focused on his here and now. That here and now was him being half drunk on the roof worrying over what someone had done and could do again. Harry watched the sun slowly sink into thedistance and downed the entire bottle in a half witted attempt at forgetting about what was to be done and (almost more importantly) what he had done.

"Bloody hell!" Ron screamed as he threw down his quill in a fit of frustration. It was the third time that night that his quill had broken through the cheap parchment thus creating a tear down the middle. Having had enough of that sort of crap Ron left the common room in search of Harry. Harry had been acting awfully strange, in reality him and Ginny, and Hermione had too. He figured he would go first to the library and then he really didn't know where, perhaps the astronomy tower. Harry liked it there because it was so high up. In Ron's opinion it wasn't all that great and it was just a little scary there. He entered the library and took a quick look around.

"Hi, Ronny."

Ron turned around knowing who it was, "Luna, how many times have I asked you to NOT call me that?"

"Somewhere in the 53 to 117 range. I lost count, Ronny," Luna smiled when she said the name finding it funny but enjoy the redness that came to Ron's face much more.

"Why do you even call me that?" In his head Ron was counting from 10 backwards. One thing muggles got right was Anger Management.

"Because," Luna began as she walked away, "You hate it."

Ron shook his head with a little laugh. The laughter was replaced with a twitching eye when Luna shouting out another 'Ronny' before she left.

Ron left the library and wondered around a while because he had completely forgotten what he was doing in the first place. Luna made him so angry. He made her 'wanna la la' as Hermione had put it. She did explain what that meant but he was so not listening at the time. Then it hit him that he was trying to find Harry and that he should go look at the astronomy tower. So he went on his way.

When he got there he found just what he hoped he wouldn't: a drunken Harry. Harry was one of those philosophical drunks that got very depressed. Harry was almost impossible to handle when drunk. Harry had attempted suicide once, the second time he got drunk but Ron stopped him and kept that a secret to this day.

"Harry? You all right mate?" Ron climbed out to the tower very carefully and trying to NOT look down.

"Ron, are you scared of tomorrow?" Harry's eyes were stuck on one spot and he didn't move his head when he spoke.

"What's going on tomorrow?"

"I mean the future. I don't fancy the idea of 'future.'" Surprise as it was, Harry didn't slur when he was drunk which made it kind of difficult to know if he was or not. Ron figured he was by the nearly emptybottle next to him.

"Not really. The future is only your next present."

"I don't want my next present. I hate my future,I hatemy next present."

"Harry, you don't know what's going to happen, how can you hate it?"

"Don't you try to say that Ron! You and I and the whole fucking world know what my future is!" Harry screamed.

"Calm down mate, it's alright now. That's the important part. Don't go worrying about things that haven't happened yet." Ron was usually good as Harry to come to his senses but tonight Harry seemed especialy annoyed.

"Easy for you to say. You like your now, you like your future. My now sucks just as much as my future."

"Stop this Harry. Just stop. You're being selfish and I know it's because you're drunk so let's go sleep it off."

Harry didn't move. He refused to.

"C'mon Harry lets go!" Ron grabbed him trying to get his friend inside.

"No!" Harry pushed Ron away from him. "I'm waiting."

"Waiting for what mate?" Ron asked in a tired, frustrated voice.

Harry didn't answer him and he didn't move. He sat there like a stubborn mule. Ron gave up and left him there but checked in on him through out the night.

"Mmm…tasty," Ginny exclaimed when she was done with her food.

"This is unbelievable, I expose you to fine dinning and all I get is, 'its nice.' Give the girl some junk food and she salivates."

"You think that was fine dinning and I think this is fine dinning," Ginny said as she munched away on the candy she got.

"You're weird."

"Yea, normal is boring. What time is it?" Ginny asked noticing how dark it was.

"Umm…I'm going to guess it's 10." Draco didn't see a clock around and he wasn't wearing a watch.

"Time to get back then eh?" Ginny said in a disjointed voice wanted to never leave.

"Well, for some people."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked as she finished her candy.

"I mean that you are going back to the castle. I'm going to my house."

"Oh God, not you too. Is every one getting home sick?"

"Not in the least. I HAVE to go home. Father's orders."

"That so strange: 'father's orders.' I've never been ordered to do anything. I've been asked and borderline demanded but not ordered. It's like he's your keeper."

"Yep. Pretty much."

"That's weird." Ginny said with a little more witchy- ness in her tone that what she meant.

"Yea, normal is boring." Draco responded with a smirk.

A/N: The "you make me wanna la la," is an Ashlee Simpson song. I don't like Ashlee Simpson I just had the song stuck in my head ALL day soI put in it there. So, reviews are appreciated. HAPPY SUPERBOWL!