A/N: Okay, so I was lying – this is going to be at least five chapters long, which sucks for me, because I have all this homework and rehearsals for the school play, however, somehow I am managing to find the time to write. I love this story, though, and in my opinion, it keeps getting better. I may have to change the rating though, depending on what I decide next. And I'm sorry it's a day late, I'm doing the best I can.

Hermione pulls away from me quickly, and we stare at each other dazedly. Lavender is shrieking on and on in the background, but I can't make out the exact words. Then again, it's not as though I'm really trying. I feel as drunk as Hermione actually is – my head is spinning and my vision's blurry. I just kissed Hermione Granger. I just kissed Hermione Granger. Or rather, she kissed me, but I kissed her back, so it's the same thing, really.

I tune into Lavender's ranting.

"Completely betrayed me! If you think for one moment that you can just come home and go back to bed with me – "

"Shut up!" I yell. I can't help it, it just bursts out of me. She looks upset, but Ii don't care. I stopped caring about her when I was sixteen, and now, especially now, that I've gotten a taste of Hermione – drunk Hermione, albeit, but Hermione nonetheless, I never want to go back to Lavender. I want to leave Lavender in the dust.

"Won-won – " she starts, sticking out her lower lip, but I've had it.

"Will you stop bloody calling me that? My name is Ron! And I don't want to go back home with you! I don't want to go to bed with you, all right? How many times do I have to fucking say it, Lavender, I don't want to have sex with you! She sticks out her lower lip further, batting her long eyelashes mournfully. She looks ridiculous. "Don't pout at me! It won't get you anywhere! Merlin, I am so sick of you whining and complaining…" Hermione's wrapping her arms around me, snuggling into my chest. She really is ridiculously drunk. "'Mione, not right now, alright?" I say, much more gently. She looks up at me sorrowfully and I almost laugh: she's making the same face lavender was not two minutes ago. Except, it looks cute when she does it. "Maybe you should go into the living room," I murmur. She raises an eyebrow.

"But I'll still be able to hear you in the living room."

"So?"

"So," she leans in close and whispers, "Listening to you yelling rather turns me on." Alright, she's not just ridiculously drunk, she's insanely drunk. I smirk a little at her comment, but then I remember that I've still got Lavender to deal with.

"Hermione, go into the living room," I say, more firmly.

"No." She hops back up onto the counter and I sigh. I know there's no arguing with her. Her mind is made up. So I turn back to Lavender. But Lavender's not looking at me anymore; she's glaring daggers at Hermione.

"You," She whispers, in a deadly voice I've never heard before. "You are a dirty little skank and you always were. Even in school, everyone thought you were so sweet and innocent. But you weren't, were you? Always sneaking around behind people's backs, pretending to be so studious, when you were really going off to snog Krum and Cormac, and no doubt there were others too. Who were they, Hermione? Seamus? Neville? And on top of all that, you've stolen Ron away again!" Hermione begins to giggle uncontrollably.

"History repeats itself, Lavender," she grins, "And besides, I didn't steal Ron. I could have, easily, but I didn't. It was his decision to leave you. All I did was give him prod in the right direction."

"Which time?" Lavender screams, red in the face. "Which fucking time, you little whore?"

"Hey!" we all whirl around. Ginny is standing in the doorway, fiery hair mussed from bed, wearing a (in my personal opinion) much too short pink lacy nighty and pulling on a heavy red dressing robe over it. Hang on – that's not Ginny's robe, I've seen that before on –

"What's going on?" Harry appears behind my sister, in a pair of old pajama bottoms and a baggy green shirt. It's on inside out, which makes me think that he's just pulled it on.

"Harry?" I cannot comprehend this. "What are you doing here?" He pushes his glasses up him long nose, blushing profusely in the process.

"I could ask you the same question, mate." He looks shiftily at his feet. I look at him, then Ginny, then him, the back at Ginny, and it dawns on me.

"Oh, God! You and Gin – ugh!" I feel slightly nauseous. Ginny opens her mouth to retort, but Harry shushes her. He's literally the only person I know who can make her shut up.

"I think," he says, giving her a Look, "That we should get back to the matter at hand, which is why, exactly, Ron, Lavender, and Hermione are standing in our – your – kitchen at two-thirty in the morning, arguing very loudly."

"It's my kitchen, too!" Hermione says shrilly, glaring at Harry. A look of comprehension crosses his face.

"Ron," he says, "can I talk to you…er, out in the hallway?"

"Um, yeah, sure." I follow him to the door. Once it's closed behind us, he turns on me and says,

"Is Hermione drunk?"

"And just what exactly is going on here?"

"Well, Hermione called me, and asked me to come over. I wasn't going to, because it was so late, but then I realized that she was drunk, and I should probably go check on her. So I did. Then…we, er, we sort of…snogged…" I trail off and feel my face heat up, but Harry, bloody wanker that he is, grins obnoxiously.

"That's great! You can finally ditch Lavender! I can't stand her. And you and Hermione are meant to be together!" He starts to dance. I am not making this up, I swear. Harry freaking Potter is dancing in front of me.

"Calm down!" I say. "And for Merlin's sake, keep your voice down! I need your help." He stops dancing and sobers up quickly, giving me a mistrusting look.

"What for?"

"It's Lavender. The reason she's so mad is because she walked in on me and Hermione while we were snogging…it was a rather…compromising position – it's not funny, Harry!"

"How bad was it?" He asks, interestedly.

"I had her up against the fucking counter with her nightgown half off, and I was trying to unhook her bra, and get her knickers of at the same time," I growl. Harry's eyes nearly pop out of his head. Then he smirks.

"Ron, mate, someday we need to have a talk about girls. Y'know, like, when you're undressing them, do it slowly, seriously, makes them want you even more."

"And I suppose you've been using this philosophy on my innocent little sister?"

"She's hardly innocent any more, mate." He clamps his hand over his mouth and I am, for one instant, reminded of Sirius.

"I'll let that one go, on the grounds that we need to get back to the matter at hand," I say.

"Which is?"

"Getting Lavender out of my life with minimal drama." Harry grins.

"Right-o, mate." He begins to push open the kitchen door, but then jumps back suddenly, as though he's been burned, stomping all over my feet.

"Ow! What the bleeding hell was that for?" I moan, hopping on one foot while clutching the other, the cursing again as I hit my head on the too-low hallway ceiling. It is much too early in the morning for all this.

"You go first," Harry says. Oh, wonderful. The boy who isn't afraid of evil snake men or death is afraid of the situation in the kitchen. And he's making me go first. Fan-fucking-tastic. I gulp and push open the door. What I see is so shocking I almost turn around and race past Harry again, who is cowering behind me.

Lavender and Ginny are fighting. And not girly fighting either. Well, not Gin, Lavender is. I suppose that's what happens when you're the only girl in a family of seven. Hermione is still sitting on the counter, wide-eyed, looking exactly as I feel.

"Ginny!" Harry yells. She ignores him, so he dives bravely into the fray, as is his custom, pulling her off of Lavender.

"Let me go, Harry!" She squeals, but he refuses too, even though she fights him.

"What is going on here?" I ask.

"She – " Ginny points angrily at Lavender, who is pouting again, "was bad-mouthing Hermione. And as this is the first time I've ever seen Hermione drunk, I figured she wasn't in the right state to take her on herself, so I did."

"Ginny – " I begin, but before I can continue, Lavender starts up.

"I was just telling her what Hermione did to…to us, in sixth year, Won…Ron. D'you remember? The night we broke up?" I do remember.

"What happened?" Harry demands. I look at Hermione, who I can tell is starting to sober up a bit, and we exchange panicked glances. We swore to each other after it happened that we wouldn't tell anyone, not even Harry, what had happened. Especially not Harry. He had too much on his mind already for us to start anything. But now, I suppose, now that everything's over… I give Hermione a questioning look, and she nods. Tell them. I take a deep breath.

"Well, what happened was…"

Yay, cliffhanger! The next chapter's going to be a flashback, just so you know. Review!