Hey guys. I'd just like to say that there were a couple of errors in the last chapter that I missed, so if anyone was interested in being a beta, that would be so great. Just send me an email at with the subject being something about beta.

Also, I'm going to be really busy when school starts on the 2nd, and so I'm really sorry, but I'll probably only have a chapter per week now, instead of the three I've done in the past four days. I'm starting to get writers block, so maybe I can get ideas from watching people… Anyway, on with the chapter!

Harry started dumbly at Ginny while Hermione scrambled to find at least her pants. Ginny however, was not amused.

"I cannot believe you two would be the ones I caught! When I saw someone in your car, I thought I'd find Ron with some chick, or maybe Harry. But you and Harry? You've become such a slut. Partying and getting drunk. That's all you care about now, isn't it? Yeah I was there at that last party where you and Keith almost ended up screwing. And if I hadn't intervened this time, you would have gotten home minus your virginity."

Hermione now put down her pants she had found and looked at Ginny with such force that Ginny almost backed off.

"First of all, Ginny," she sneered, "I will do whatever the hell I want. If I want to party and get drunk, then I can. Second of all, Keith and I were dating, and decided we were not going to have sex before we went to the party. And lastly, what does it matter if I screwed Harry? Maybe I want to. Maybe I like him more than Keith. And maybe," she said, "just maybe, I think you're a total bitch."

Harry was now blushing more than he could ever remember having done. He felt that if Ginny didn't shut the door and stop arguing about sex, that he was going to die of total embarrassment. They were talking like he wasn't even there.

Ginny glared at Hermione once more, and then slammed the door. The mood was ruined. Hermione turned to Harry. "Harry, let's just get Ron and leave, I'm ready to go home." She was close to tears.

"C'mon Hermione, just get your clothes on." He watched as she was shaking so much she could barely dress herself. He quickly got dressed and then reached over and pulled her into his lap. Hermione was shocked and unsure of what to do. She knew they were friends, but he had never held her and let her cry. Soon she was sobbing into his shoulder, and Harry was stroking her hair, trying to comfort her.

"Mione?" he said when she had almost stopped crying. "Are you alright now?"

She nodded but he wasn't convinced. He could see the hurt look in her eyes, and knew that even if she wasn't drunk, she would still be crying just as hard.

Her past with Keith was a memory she liked to forget, and the way that Ginny threw it in her face made everything come rushing back, and she remembered all the times he was terrible to her. He wasn't abusive or anything, but he just wasn't a good boyfriend. He had never held her like his. He forgot her birthday, he never called, and she often suspected him of cheating on her. Yet she still thought she loved him. One day he called and said it was over, and hung up. She couldn't believe how badly he broke her heart after only two months of dating.

She promised herself she would never fall for a boy that fast again, but with Harry, she knew she already had. But strangely, she wasn't afraid that it would happen again. She trusted him completely with this one simple gesture. She had stopped crying by now, and lifted her head up again.

"Harry?"

"Yes Hermione?"

"I'm okay now, but sometime, I'd like to tell you why Ginny's words hurt me so much. Let me get my shirt on and we can go."

Harry nodded.

Hermione put her shirt on, and they headed toward the house. Once inside, Hermione found Tabby, and hoped she wasn't too drunk. She had some questions for her.

"Harry, go find Ron, I'll be out to the car in a minute. I need to talk to Tabby about something."

Harry went off to find Ron and Hermione immediately started questioning her.

"Tabby, do you know anyone named Ginny Weasley?"

"Yeah, I think. Is she the girl with long orange hair? Not very tall?"

"Yes, that would be her. Do you know that she's just like me?" Hermione asked as she glared at Tabby.

"You mean a witch. Yeah, I knew. I never thought it was that important to tell you. Should I have?"

"You could have mentioned you knew her. She's recently decided to spy on me while I'm in cars with other people, and make my life hell. Yeah, you could've told me she came to these parties."

"I'm really sorry Hermione. I didn't know it was a big deal. But now I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Hermione didn't think any question could be that bad. Besides, chances are Tabby wouldn't remember in the morning anyway. She was awfully wasted.

"Was Harry a good kisser?" Tabby waited for her answer with an amused look on her face.

Hermione's anger faded when Tabby asked her question. She giggled, wondering how in the world Tabby knew about that. "Yeah, he was really good." She turned and walked toward the door only turning back for a second to wave and smile to Tabby.

When Hermione got out to the car, Ron was livid. Harry was trying to calm him down, but he looked angrier by the second.

"Ron?" Hermione asked tentatively, "What's wrong."

"Ginny." Harry said simply.

"Oh." Hermione was at a loss for words. "Ron, I'm really sorry you had to find out like that. We were going to tell you tomorrow, we really were."

"Whatever. Just get in the car and fucking drive."

Hermione was now in a terribly awful mood. She drove so fast the Harry was afraid for his life. Ron might have been afraid, had he not been moping.

Hermione stopped at a red the light and covered her face with her hands. She sighed and went to put her hands back on the wheel. However, Harry surprised her by taking her hand and holding it.

"It'll be okay," he whispered. "Don't worry about him, he'll come around soon. Ginny will too, you'll see."

Hermione got out of the car and leaned against the car. She didn't feel like crying anymore, but she was still very upset. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Ron shut his door and saw Hermione there with her eyes closed, leaning against the car. The moonlight shone on her troubled face, and he realized that he had caused part of that pain. He walked around the car and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I'm not ready to talk to you yet, but I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted."

She kept her eyes closed while he walked away. She knew he had wanted that to be private. When she heard the front door click, she checked to make sure her car was locked and went inside.

She hoped she was staying in the same room as she had the last time, because she didn't want to have to share with Ginny. She couldn't handle her right now.

She climbed the stairs and noticed that someone had decorated each door with a personality charm and the occupants name or names. If two people shared the room, the door was decorated in halves, so each person's personality was shown on the door. Hers, she noticed, was a blown-up picture of Gerard Way. She didn't notice he wasn't a muggle picture until she went to open the door and he waved to her. This had definitely brightened her mood.

Hermione threw her purse down when she opened her door, and looked around for her bag that had all of her stuff not pertaining to school in it. She finally found it and took out her CD collection. She had left a small CD player on her desk the previous summer, and was glad it was still here. She put in the My Chemical Romance and went over to her bed and fell face first onto it. She rolled over and closed her eyes.

Harry opened the door quietly, making sure she wasn't sleeping. She had her eyes closed, but she was still dressed, and wondered how she could sleep while listening to music this loud. Some guy was currently screaming that he was not okay. He stood into the doorway listening to the beginning of the next song. It sounded sad.

"Harry?" Hermione asked softly. "Do you need something? You've been standing there for a while."

Harry blushed. He hadn't realized that she knew he was there. "Well, I'm sharing a room with Ron and he seems to favor chucking things toward my head at the moment. I was just making sure you were okay, and wanted to give him a chance to cool down before I go back." Hermione had turned of the music.

"No, don't go!" Hermione practically shouted. "I mean…"

Harry laughed. He had hoped she would ask him to stay. He really wanted her company tonight. "It's okay. I'll stay if you want me to"

"I do." Hermione said.

"You know, I think we're all going to have a hangover in the morning. Well, besides Ron anyway. What's the matter with him?"

"I'm not sure…but yes, I'm still very drunk, and I most certainly will have a hangover."

"You're still drunk?" Harry asked suggestively. "I think that maybe you should be on the bed with me then."

"No. I won't get on the bed." She walked over to where Harry was sitting, "I'll get on you."

True to her word Hermione jumped on Harry and knocked him on him back. She grinned down at him evilly, and then tickled him until they were both laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. Not many people knew, but the great Harry Potter was very ticklish.

When they had finally settled down, Harry went over to the closet and took down an extra blanket and pillow. He didn't need to worry about anything to lie on, because Hermione's floor was a very soft carpet due to the personality charm. When Hermione saw that Harry planned to sleep on the floor, she looked at Harry with puppy dog eyes and a sad look.

"How will I have sleep with you lying on the floor?" She asked.

Harry smiled and got on the bed with her. "Better?" he asked.

"Much better." She said.

Harry leaned over and kissed her before lying down. "G'night Hermione."

Hermione smiled when she realized that in less than 24 hours, she had made out with Harry, and was now sleeping in the same bed as her, and her leg was touching his.

"Night Harry."

Hermione woke up before Harry did, and noticed that he had his arms encircled around her waist. She sighed and snuggled up to him, looking around her room. She hadn't noticed much last night, but her room was amazing. One wall was a collage of all her favorite bands, but the rest were cerulean (AN: for those who don't know, it's a pretty shade of blue, about medium) with shooting stars. Once in a while they would move and fly across her walls. Once they disappeared though, they'd return to their original spot. It was truly magical being in her room.

Harry came downstairs with Hermione right behind him. Mrs. Weasley looked rather upset, and Harry had a good guess as to what was coming.

"Harry dear, Ron said that you weren't in your room last night. What is that?"

"Hermione wanted to talk, so I went to her room for a while. I guess I fell asleep. But don't worry; I was sleeping on the floor."

"I suppose that's alright. I mean, as long as nothing happened, there's no harm done. But from now on, I'd like you to sleep in your own room Harry. And the same goes for you Hermione."

"Alright Mrs. Weasley" Harry said. He still had a killer hangover that was making his head pound like crazy. He looked at Hermione and Ginny, and could tell they were having the same problem.

Mrs. Weasley came behind the three of them and slipped them each a vial of potion. Harry looked at it and saw that it cured hangovers. He wondered why they hadn't gotten in trouble if she knew they'd been drunk.

Ron had seen Ginny's bottle and looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Mum! How come they aren't in trouble for having hangovers?"

"Ron, do you really think I didn't know what you guys would be doing last night? You guys are getting older. It's better to let you party than to have you sneaking around doing it."

"But mum, they were drunk!"

Just then, the twin burst into the door.

"Who was drunk?" Fred asked.

"Because this time, it wasn't us." George added.

Mrs. Weasley sighed and turned to face Fred and George. "Last night Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Ron went to a party. Ron's upset because he didn't drink so he wouldn't get in trouble, and he was the only one who missed out on the fun."

"We've come home drunk enough times; you should know that you don't get in trouble." Fred said.

"Anyway mum, we just wanted to stop by on our lunch break to say hi before we head back to the shop." Fred and George waved before apparating.

"Harry," Ginny looked pointedly at Hermione. "I'm sorry for last night. I shouldn't have been upset with you. It wasn't your fault that you got involved with her." At this point Hermione put her plate in the sink and went upstairs. "You were drunk and easy to seduce. If it had been me in her place, we probably would have ended up in the same place."

Instead of making him feel better, this apology only made Harry even angrier. He would not have done anything with Ginny. Sure, she was pretty, but she wasn't anything like Hermione.

"Thanks for the sandwiches Mrs. Weasley, they were delicious." Harry said as he put his plate in the sink.

"It's nothing Harry dear. Are you sure you wouldn't like another? You look awfully skinny. Did they feed you alright this summer?"

"No thank you. And don't worry, I was fed plenty this summer. I think they're still afraid of what Mad-Eye will do if they don't take care of me properly.

"If you're sure dear."

Harry nodded and went upstairs to Hermione's room, where he found her sitting on her bed listening to what he thought was the same CD as last night. The singer sounded the same, but it was hard to tell. He went over and sat next to her.

"Who is this singing?"

"It's a muggle group called My Chemical Romance. The guy on my door is their lead singer." She went over to her wall and searched for a picture of the whole band. She found one and motioned for Harry to come look. "This is a picture of the whole band."

He asked her about the other bands and she pointed out some of them.

"This one is Fall Out Boy. I think you saw my shirt yesterday. This one is Jack Off Jill. They're pretty good, but they're not together anymore. Taking Back Sunday is good, I think you'd like them. I'm sort of embarrassed about this one, but I love Rascal Flatts."

She realized he had no idea about any of the bands she was talking about, so she went over to her bag and pulled out some CD's and a portable CD player. "Here, you can take these and listen to them. Just bring them back whenever you're done."

Harry thanked her and went back to his room. He hoped it would be safe now. He needed to get a start on his homework, and he wanted to listen to these bands that Hermione had talked about.

"Ron?"

Harry sighed as he realized that Ron wasn't there. Maybe it would be okay for him to be in here for a while. He shut the door, and looked around the room. He supposed that his side was the one without the Chudley Cannons and bright orange decorations.

Hermione's room had been stunning, and his half was pretty cool. Not as amazing as Hermione's, but he really liked it. It was a simple red with pictures of different Quidditch teams.

He sat down on his bed and put in a CD and pressed play. He looked at the case and saw that it was Rascal Flatts. It was much different than what Hermione had been listening to, and realized why it might embarrass her to say she listened to, but he liked it. It was weird thinking that he was muggle-raised, and didn't know any of these bands. Then again, he didn't get to listen to music much.

Once again, he realized how happy being at Sirius's house made him. It'd be even better tomorrow when Tonk's, Remus, and Sirius would get here. It was always a lot of fun when everyone was around.

Sorry that's a bad place to stop, but I promise to update again sometime this week. I hope you enjoyed and once again, review!