Dedicated to Jane because she and I were moping about our awful old stories last night and I love her.

Disclaimer: Yea if it looks familiar that's 'cause it's JKR's.

A/N: Guess who's feeling motivated? Me. Hah. I'm going to see if I can finish this before I have to get dressed for my flute concert. I have… Two hours.

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After their short kiss, Hermione just stared at Harry for a moment, completely stunned that he had just done such a thing. With Ron right there too! Well, it didn't look like Ron had seen, and even if he had, she supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world- he was so drunk right now, he wouldn't remember it in the morning. But then a thought occurred to her; Harry wouldn't remember any of this in the morning either. This was just lovely; she was stuck with two drunken boys who happened to be her best friends. This was brilliant. It was at that moment when Hermione Jane Granger started to cry. Talk about emotional…

"Hermione… Why are you crying?" Harry asked, trying to look as concerned as he could while as drunk as he was. Had he upset her? Was that it? That must have been it- great now he had just screwed everything up. How did he manage to do that? About thirty seconds ago they had just confided in each other that they secretly fancied each other and then he kissed her and now she was crying. Way to screw everything up, Potter, his conscience was telling him. Or at least his conscience would have said that if his conscience wasn't currently as drunk as he was.

Hermione shook her head and buried her face in her hands. "Because," she whimpered, her voice coming out muffled through her hands. "After this we're just going to go to Ron's accountant uncle's house and go to sleep and in the morning when you wake up you won't remember any of this." She said, refusing to look up at him, even when she felt his hand on her chin, trying to lift her head up to look at him. "Stop it Harry." She cried, turning her head from him so his hand fell to the table. She thought perhaps just looking off to the side for a moment would make things better. Apparently not, considering now she could see a drunken Ron heading back toward their table with the little black book she had asked him to get for her.

"I got it." Ron said, throwing the book down on the table and slumping down in his chair. "Took long enough to get. The guy that had it put up a pretty good fight for it. But I got it for you." He said with a proud look on his face. So at least he had managed to do something while he was drunk. He was semi-functional, that was always a good thing.

Hermione sighed and wiped her face. "Let's get out of here then. I'm exhausted." She said, her voice cracking once. She just wanted to get to Ron's accountant whatever's house and go to sleep so in the morning she could forget this all ever happened. Perhaps she should have gotten some alcohol into her own system- it would be a lot easier forgetting this happened… But no, she had to be the responsible one tonight and just have a plain old butterbeer. Oh boy she really wanted some firewhiskey right about now.

The three clamored out of the pub once Hermione had stuffed the book into the pocket of her jacket. She had never been so happy to leave somewhere in her life. "So, er… Ron, how are we getting to your uncle's house?" She asked, looking to her left to see her boyfriend supporting himself on her shoulder. She didn't expect an answer to this question; she'd eventually find a way to get them to his uncle's- if only she knew where his uncle's house was…

"Can't we just Apparate?" Came another voice from Hermione's right. She was surprised to see, not only was she supporting Ron's weight, but she was supporting Harry's as well. Lovely. Why did Ron have to spike those drinks? Why on earth is he so bloody daft? Hermione thought to herself as she adjusted the boys' positions on her shoulders.

"No we can't Apparate, Harry, you two are too drunk. You'd get splinched or end up in someone else's home. Perhaps I'll just do a side along with Ron and then come back and get you Harry. Now, Ron, where is your uncle's house exactly?" Hermione asked, not particularly expecting an answer to this question. She didn't really have high expectations of either of the two boys at the moment, considering how drunk they were.

"Er… On the- the… Outskirts of London, yes, those." Ron said with a nod. "It's er… Number forty two, Stony Brook Avenue… I think." He added, looking at Hermione to see if she could comprehend what he was trying to say. He was beginning to wish he hadn't done anything to his and Harry's drinks in the first place. He could feel a major headache coming on, but at the moment, he couldn't care less- he could hardly focus his mind on one thing for more than twelve seconds anyway.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "Forty two Stony Brook Avenue it is then." She said taking Ron's hand and looking at him. "I'm going to side along you now so I need you to just focus for a moment on not thinking. There you go Ron." She said, seeing him close his eyes she relaxed a bit. She'd just side along him; no problems there and then come back for Harry. "Now don't you move Harry." She added with a sigh. "Let's go then, Ron." Hermione mumbled, looking at Ron, whose eyes were still shut. With a slight shake of her head she concentrated for a moment on the address that Ron had given her, and in a moment she and Ron were in front of his accountant uncle's house.

"You go inside Ron, I've got to go back at get Harry." Hermione said with a weary sigh. She watched Ron walk into the house before apparating back to where Harry was standing. Well to where he was hopefully standing. Hermione arrived in Godric's Hollow right where she had been standing a few seconds before, and sure enough Harry was still there. "Let's go then Harry." She muttered, attempting to avoid his stare which was burning a hole in the back of her head. She hastily grabbed his hand and concentrated on the address once again, finding them in front of the same house a second time, ready to go inside.

"Shall we go inside then?" Hermione asked awkwardly dropping his hand. She opened the door to see Ron had kindly left the door unlocked for them. "Ron?" She called quietly into the house, knowing that if his uncle was home, he'd most likely be asleep. She pulled Harry into the quaint little living room and smiled slightly. It was a cute little house, well from what she could see at least. The living room was small with a couch and a television, some pictures, family ones she suspected and a small clock resting on the mantle.

"I'm in the next room over." Ron shouted, causing Hermione to cringe when she heard his voice so loud. Didn't he have any respect for his uncle? "My uncle's gone for the weekend." He added loudly, as if he had read his girlfriend's mind.

"Oh…" Hermione said with a sigh. "Come on then, Harry." She said, tugging at his arm and bringing him into the next room over that looked very similar to the room they had just been in. This room, however, had two couches, an arm chair and a TV. "Is this where we're sleeping then?" She asked Ron, her eyebrows arching, eyeing the comfortable looking arm chair. "Mind if I steal the arm chair boys?" She asked, walking over to it and settling down in it, comfortable enough to fall asleep right there.

Harry and Ron, who were both too drunk to function, shrugged and each settled down on a couch. This was going to be a very long night… They could tell.

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A/N: Okay, sorry this chapter was short, I have a headache and my life is really crappy right now, so I'm sorry if this is like really bad. Anyway- yea. Glad you liked the first two chapters though. More to come soon I promise.