"Ah!" Ron screamed awaking from one of his many re-occurring dreams of the night everything went haywire.
'Gotta get somethin' to drink…' Ron thought to himself. Walking into the kitchen he found no one other than the amazing Harry Potter in the living room asleep with his bong in hand. 'Haha… stoner…' He thought to himself. 'Now where is the fridge?'
Ron finished his journey for the fridge with a loud "thump." As he ran into the hard fridge, opening the door up and grabbing an oversized, half empty bottle of Fire Whiskey.
Drinking the horrid drink, he made his way back to his room, after spilling a few droplets onto Harry's head.
'Time for sleep.' He thought to himself.
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Meanwhile, in a downtown area of their small town, little Ginny Weasley was making her nights' pay on the corner.
"Hey, baby how's about we have a little fun?" the usual random guy with a whole lot of money asked.
"Sure…But, for a price." Ginny smiled at the man.
"Ok, baby. What's the price?"
Ginny leaned into the car, "A bit of money for little ole me, baby, and you can do anything you want to me." She told him.
The man pulled out a pair of handcuffs while another man approached Ginny from behind.
"You are under arrest."
"I'm what!?" Ginny screamed frantically.
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Again in Ron's room, he heard ringing in his ears as he awoke from another drunken sleep with a hangover from hell.
"Damnit! What the bloody hell is that?" Ron yelled. "Harry! Get the damn phone!"
"I am, I am. You son of a bitch!" Harry screamed from the living room. Waking from a stone over.
"Hello?" he asked into the receiver.
"Harry? Where's Ron?" Ginny asked.
"In bed with a bloody hangover, Gin."
"Oh… well, I'm in a muggle jail cell… again."
"I'll be right over. Along with Ron. Let me just cast one of those hangover spell thingies."
"Ok…" Ginny trailed off. "Harry?"
"Yes, Ginny?"
"Uhm. Well, do you think that you, Ron, and I could go visit Hermione? We haven't visited her in a while and well… St. Mungo's says that we should visit her… Or else we all won't get better."
"No. Ginny, you know how Ron feels about that."
"Harry, please. Please we have to."
"We, as in Ron and I don't have to do anything, Ginny."
"Please, Harry. For me?"
"Fine. We'll be there in a bit."
"Ok, thank you."
"Yeah." Harry said as he hung up the phone.
"Where we going, mate?" A now sober looking Ron asked.
"To get Ginny from another muggle jail cell."
"Alright, mate. Let's go, then."
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Harry and Ron finished the papers to get Ginny out of jail and were on their way out, along with Ginny hot on their heals.
"Harry. You told him, didn't you?"
"No. Ginny. Not now."
"Told me what?" Ron asked.
"Nothing." Ginny lied.
"There's nothing you want to tell me?" Ron asked.
"No."
"Not even 'Thank you, Ronnie. For bailing me out again!'"
"Ron we're going to go on a little trip." Harry interrupted.
"Ok, where?" Ron persisted.
"A surprise." Ginny told him.
But deep down in Ron's gut, he knew where they were going. A place in which he hadn't been to since the day he brought the love of his life there… St. Mungo's.