I woke up to the sound of Ron breaking a dish. I knew it was him because he breaks a lot of dishes and squeals like a little girl every time one breaks. I sat up, immediately lay back down, rolled to the side, and saw my world spin. Then I threw up.

"That's gross," Hermione said as she walked into the room. "Scourgify!"

"What are you doing in my bedroom?" I muttered, looking around for my clothes. I found my sweater at the foot of the bed and put it on.

"Why on earth is my brother making so much noise?" I asked. He was yelling something and I heard another dish break.

"For christ's sake Ron, keep it down. Stop breaking my dishes," Harry yelled.

"What's going on?" I was so confused. Harry's dishes? Throwing up? When did I put an owl cage on top of my dresser? When did I get an owl?

Hermione looked up from the newspaper that she had brought into my room with her. Wait, this isn't my room…

"You got very drunk last night," Hermione said. She looked at the paper again.

"Why is Ron so loud?"

Hermione laughed. "Because you got drunk."

"Obviously. Then why is he throwing dishes?"

"Ah. Well, you told him what you found out about Percy."

"What I told him…oh god, now I remember." A flood of memories came back to me. Percy on top of that stupid whore Cho, the cocaine, and vodka.

"Ron found out about Percy. Well, he hates him anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter." I fell back onto the pillows.

"How did I get in Harry's bed?" Oh merlin, I was in Harry's bed.

After he graduated, Harry moved into an apartment in London. He could have lived in Grimmauld Place, but he said that it was too big for his needs. He hasn't said it, but I think the memories of Sirius still haunt him.

"Does Luna know I'm here? I was supposed to spend the night at her house."

"Yeah, she helped calm you down. You were quite a sight last night."

"Oh no."

Ron and Harry walked into the room.

"What is your problem? Getting drunk like that? That was so stupid of you!" Ron yelled.

I covered my ears with a pillow. He was so loud that he was making my head hurt.

"Okay. I think I'm hung over. Stop yelling at me." I pulled the blankets over my head and closed my eyes.

I felt Harry get on the bed and pull the covers away from my face.

"Uh, Ginny, about last night," he started. "You were really drunk."

"How much did I drink?"

"I don't know. A lot."

I grumbled and pulled the covers back over my head. "What happened?" I didn't really want to know, but it's better to find out these things from your friends than find out later from people you hate later on.

Ron started to get angry. "That stupid git, I could kill him."

"Ron, let's go back in the kitchen. I'll make you something to eat." Hermione pulled Ron out of the room. She knows the way to my brother's heart. I was unhappy when they started dating at first, but I'm glad she's his girlfriend. She's made him calmer.

Harry crawled under the covers with me. Oh. My. God. I've never been this close to him before. He was so close I could smell his shampoo.

"You okay?"

"No. I don't know exactly what happened. I remember Percy kissing Cho Chang, but that's about it. Next thing I know, I'm in your bed."

"Do you remember drinking with Zacharias Smith?"

"No."

"Yeah. Apparently you were really upset about Percy and decided to drink your pain away."

"My father warned me against this. Oh, my head hurts."

Harry laughed a little. "That's what happens when you drink seven shots of vodka. Oh, and at one point there was firewhiskey involved."

"Why aren't you hung over?"

"Because we had just shown up when you decided to drink. By the way, you're a really good dancer, did you know that?"

I looked at Harry. He must be trying to play a joke on me. "Ha ha, really funny Harry."

"No, seriously. You were dancing on top of a table with Zacharias."

Actually, that would explain why my legs were sore. I never dance. The last time I danced was at the Yule Ball back in my third year. Neville stepped on my feet so many times that I was a little afraid to dance with anyone again.

"Thanks for the compliment then. I think."

"Yeah, it was overall a great party until the cops showed up."

Oh lord. Police? We were so loud that the muggle police showed up? Because wizarding parties are usually allowed to get pretty wild; the only enforcement that we have are parents.

"Why did the muggle police show up?"

"Well. It's kind of funny actually. They would have never have shown up if Ron and Zacharias hadn't gotten in that fight out in the middle of the street."

"Fight? I was so drunk I can't remember a fight?"

"Well, at that point, you had fled to a bathroom and you were crying. Hermione and Luna were trying to calm you down, and Colin and I were out front trying to keep Ron from getting arrested. In the end Colin had to Stun the two police officers so we could get Ron back to my apartment."

"Oh. Why was I crying?"

"Percy. Ron got mad that Zacharias let you drink so much, so they got into a fight, and so you were crying about that. Overall, you really just had too much to drink."

My head was spinning at this point. Not just because of the hang over (although that didn't help matters much), but because of all the information I had to take in.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm going to go back to sleep now."

He kissed the top of my head. If I hadn't already been laying down, I think I would have fainted. He got out of the bed and walked toward the door.

"By the way," he said, "you're a really good kisser."

AAAABBBBAAAA

I left Harry's apartment around the middle of the afternoon. He wasn't there when I left, which was a good thing, since I still can't remember when I kissed him last night.

I walked toward Percy's apartment. Percy didn't know it, but he and Harry actually live on the same block. Or maybe he does, but since I don't really talk to him anymore, I don't really know what he's up to. He left the family because of his support for Fudge, but Fudge was voted out of office two years ago and he still hadn't come home. Last I heard, when Dad became Minister, Percy quit his job and started working in a restaurant in muggle London.

"Percy! Open up!" I yelled, banging on his door. His door didn't open, but the door in the apartment next to his did.

"Shut up!" a foul looking woman screeched at me. She slammed her door shut.

"That was rude," I muttered. I knocked on Percy's door again. The door opened slowly but I couldn't see who opened it. I pushed the door open and walked inside. The house was a mess. There was garbage everywhere, it reeked of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and trash, and lying on the kitchen counter were used needles. Fantastic lifestyle my brother has going for him.

"Percy?"

"No," a woman's voice answered. I looked around the room. Cho was laying on the couch. She looked awful. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds and there were bruises and track marks all over her arms.

"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Percy asked as he joined us in the living room. He didn't look much better than Cho.

I could barely contain my anger. "Percy Weasley. How could you? You've abandoned your family, you're ruining your life, and now your messing around with this skank?"

"Don't call her a skank. I didn't ask you to come here. What do you want?"

He sat down on the floor and lit a cigarette. Cho sat down next to him and started kissing the back of his neck. What a slut. I'm not calling her that just because I don't like her. Which I don't. But I know for a fact she slept with at least seven guys in her last year at Hogwarts.

I looked around the room. Lying on top of a pile of newspapers was Percy's wand. I walked over to the pile and picked up his wand.

"Don't you ever bother to come near us again. You are no longer a Weasley. I was the only one who had faith in you, Percy. I defended you when everyone else started to say horrible things about you. Now I know why they said those things. You are a piece of filth unfit for society."

"I hadn't planned on ever stepping foot again in that hovel you call home. But thanks for telling me how you really feel. Get out of my house."

"You call this a house? This is a dump! But I'll leave you and your little piece of trash to your business." With that, I performed the Bat-Bogey hex on both of them, snapped Percy's wand out of frustration and fury, and walked out of the apartment.

AAAABBBAAA

I apparated home and walked into the kitchen. Mum was sitting in a chair near the fireplace, knitting a scarf and listening to the Wizarding Wireless.

"Where on earth have you been?" Mum screeched.

"I saw Percy."

Whatever Mum was expecting, it wasn't that. Every time someone mentions Percy's name, her face goes pale and she drops whatever she's holding. This time she dropped the scarf.

"How's he doing?"

I looked at her. Her eyes were so hopeful, so trusting, I couldn't bear to tell her the truth.

"He's fine, Mum. Just busy with his new job."

She picked up her knitting again and smiled. I walked out of the kitchen and up to my room. I sat down on the bed and started to cry.

A/N: Congrats to conformityissuicide for being my first (and only) reviewer! It's cool though because I had a lot of hits which still makes me happy!