Disclaimer: Okay, so I've decided that for two hours every night, I will own Harry Potter. Any profits made during that time, goes to me. I mean I didn't actually consult J.K. Rowling about this, but I'm sure she'd accept right? No? You don't think so? Oh, well, maybe I should take this proposal to a law office or something first. Alright, sorry guys, you'll just have to wait a little bit until Harry Potter is mine. Until then, all characters, except Cynthia, belong to J.K. Rowling, may we all bow down to her, and not I.

Ron was mind jarringly drunk. I'm sure there were other words to describe his state at this moment in time. Boozed out of his sanity, stoned beyond belief, drowned under the influence, or merely, entirely intoxicated. You may take your pick, but I think that "mind jarringly drunk" has a nice ring to it, don't you?

Now it shouldn't be said that Ronald Weasley couldn't hold his liqueur. He was a real man, and gosh darn it if he was going to spend his night thrown over a toilet seat just because of a few drops of alcohol. Or maybe it was more like a few sips…. Half a bottle? Maybe a whole one or two… or five.

The fire whiskey burned in his stomach, churning like the pits of hell itself. Okay, maybe he'd had a few too many bottles to drink, but when your older brothers question your manliness, you don't stop until their jaws are dropped in awe, hands covering their mouths in astonishment.

Or you know, trying to hide their snickers as you get completely drunk off your ass.

Truth be told, Fred and George had done it for a good cause. Obviously Ron wasn't using these lines to their full potential, seeing as he was still pathetic and single. He just needed a little push in the right direction and since alcohol has a tendency to make people do stupid things, and the whole pick-up line mission was undoubtedly just that, they'd figured: Why not?

And of course this evening's party would be so much more entertaining this way.

On the subject of parties, I suppose a back story should be given. See the Weasley twins, like many human beings, were rather social entities. So was Ronald, although he didn't quite have the same ability to be friendly, due to his horrid stubbornness at times, and altogether cluelessness. Even the bookish brunette had some semblance of a social life and quite a few good mates in the wizarding world, and the muggle world, despite her love of all things studious.

Anyways, the whole thing started when Fred and George thought: We're bored.

Now being bored can have many fruitful consequences. One might decide to create something beautiful, or learn something new. One might play a game, or make a new friend. Or perhaps, one might through an impromptu party and invite all of Diagon alley, half of the ministry of magic and any other friends who could make their way there on this fine Saturday night.

And thus, it happened indeed. It would take place in the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes store, which had been cleared of all shelves and other potentially harmful and/or heart attack inducing products.

As Ron stumbled around, pondering his fate in a philosophical state, that one would only find Ron in when he was truly out of it, he questioned what exactly had led him to show up at this party. All this time spent being wasted, was literally a waste of time. At this very moment he could've been at home, perfectly sober, mulling over why he was failing so miserably in his attempts to woo the girl of his dreams.

Then again, maybe the little social gathering sounded a little bit more appealing than spending the night home alone, moping.

Anyways, back to Ron philosophically pondering fate. As we had established previously, it was a rarity indeed to find Ronald Weasley himself, thinking such strangely wise thoughts. In fact, if it hadn't been so blaringly obvious that he was off his rocker, I'm sure he would've have been quite respected for the rather smart thoughts running through his mind

However the first thought to actually register in his intoxicated head, went something like this: Oh my darling-est, where hast thou flown on this brisk eve? Perhaps the intimate gathering did not appease my wondrous angel from heaven? Oh my dear, why doth thou desert-eth me on this chill evening?

And while he pondered such things in a rather poetic manor, his eyes searched the crowds as best as he could in his drunken state.

This, for the record, wasn't much.

Finally after a few minutes of wandering (read: stumbling, shoving and falling) at last he saw the brown curly hair of his beloved, which he knew he'd always recognize.

She was sitting at the bar type thingy which the Weasley twins had somehow procured from their previous marble checkout counter. She didn't socialise, nor make any move to search for a familiar face.

Ron took his opportunity. He set off to seduce his love, once and for all.

George Weasley was a kind man, although he had the occasional cruel streak. These random bursts were few and far in-between, but know that when the adjective cruel is used for this particular case, perhaps it should be read as mischievous, taunting, witty, clever, and never above a good practical joke. And believe you me, getting his little brother have delirious was a pretty fun joke, not to toot his own horn. Actually, it had been more Fred's idea then his own, but he had been the genius to grab the video camera and tape Ronald's embarrassing lovey-dovey rant which he had unwittingly and drunkenly slurred to the camera.

It was for blackmail's sake, purely, as one could imagine.

Of course, he hadn't planned on letting him loose on society so soon before his intoxication had worn off a little bit. Somehow their little brother had stumbled into the hordes of people, and gotten lost. Now George had been separated from both his brothers and felt as though perhaps he would be asphyxiated by jumping and wriggling bodies. Oh, why had they invited so many god damn people?

And where the hell was Ronald?

As her head bobbed to the music, Hermione glanced down at her outfit, smiling contentedly. She didn't look too bad, it could easily be admitted. Her dress was a deep purple, not too low cut, but enough to be just slightly on the seductive side. It hung around her knees, and wasn't in anyway immodest on the beautiful witch's form.

Now if only she could show it off to a certain red head…

But annoyingly enough, it was as though none of the Weasley brother's wanted to be found. Oh it was true; she had looked, high and low. There were just too many people here, and too many people who weren't lovable red headed hooligans.

With a sigh, she decided that perhaps she should move from the place by the wall where she had been standing. Although there were people everywhere, she managed to manoeuvre easily along the edges of the throng of dancing people standing in the centre of the shop. She wasn't entirely sure where she should even start looking. She was tired of her solitude; it was time to begin her search once again.

She never would have thought it would be so easy to lose the Weasley brothers of all people. Their presence was so overwhelming; they were generally hard to miss. Add that to their fiery red hair, and generally, they would be the so noticeable, they'd be the life of the party.

Hermione continued to shuffle around and between people, hoping to catch sight of at least one head of red. Up on her very tippy toes, her eyes darted through the crowd, scanning it easily.

And then… No could it be? Over in the corner! It was George! Yes, she had finally found a familiar face! She looked a few feet in front of him to see Ron also, standing near the countertop. Grinning she made her way towards the brothers.

Oh Gosh. George had found him. Yes, indeed, he did. To be precise, he had found him flirting with another girl. As in a girl who was not Hermione. As in, if Hermione saw this, she would be heartbroken for life.

Oh and speak of the devil- Wait, he hadn't technically spoken of her. Was it so bad that just thinking about her could cause her to appear? Maybe if he thought hard enough at her to leave, she would.

Please go away, please go away, please go away, please go away.

"Hey George!"

Damn it.

"Oh hey Hermione!" He said enthusiastically. He had to make her leave before she saw the idiot standing behind him.

"Great party so far don't you think?"

Politely, George nodded, glancing behind her, hoping to catch a glimpse of his other half coming to rescue him. Sadly he had no such luck.

"Why are you looking so worried?" Hermione's innocent hazel eyes gazed up into his, and George decided to tell the truth. Or at least half of it.

"I haven't been able to find Fred for a while. I hope he's okay," he answered with an overdramatic sigh. Oh he was milking it. He was milking it for all it was worth.

"Oh George, did you try looking behind you? He's right there!" She nodded her head to the twin standing at the countertop attempting to pull his younger brother away from his 'Hermione'.

"Let's go say hi!" With that, the two of them walked over to the other pair, George still trying to look composed, although inside he knew that they were royally screwed over.

Fred turned around and caught his twin's eye, panic shining in both of them. Ron was still clinging to the checkout desk, slurring over every word, but still making enough sense for it to be obvious that he was overtly flirting with another woman.

Hermione herself began to notice that something bad was afoot, by the slumped stance that Ron took, and the close proximity between him and the mystery girl beside him.

She was close enough now to see when Ron pulled out a familiar looking piece of paper, slightly crumpled, and squinted carefully holding the list in front of his face.

Hermione began to speed up, hoping desperately he wasn't about to do what she thought he was about to.

"If you were a booger, I would pick you first," he managed to get out through his drunken slurred speech. Hermione froze: he didn't. He couldn't have.

No matter how absurd the line was, no matter how strangely he had been acting because of that list, she had thought that Ron's paper was made especially for her. That each endearingly bizarre and corny line was only for her.

In a fury she stomped over to the drunken man, fury sketched all over her face, leaving both George and Fred paralysed.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

"Ronald Weasley, if you are trying to seduce a woman, a line like that is not the way to go about it!" She screeched.

As Ron heard his name, his head jerked up in shock, before looking confusedly at both 'Hermiones'. Finally he realized the levity of just what he had done.

"Aw, hell!"

But the brunette was already leaving, exiting Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, while Ron stood finishing his sentence.

"That was supposed to be for you! Hermione, wait, If you were a booger, you'd be the one I'd pick first not-" He glanced at the girl next to him, who in his still slightly drunk state, bore a remarkable resemblance to Hermione.

"Cynthia," she replied in a bored tone.

"Not Cynthia! But you're not a booger! I'd still pick you over anyone!" He shouted. "No offense," he offered to the girl sitting beside him.

"None taken."

And by this time, the bookish witch had already left the premises.

A/N: OKAY OKAY! I'm Sorry! I really am! People must be so tired of hearing that by now. I've decided to give up asking for a deadline, because I just fail miserably. If you want a chapter up soon, just pester me until I get it done. I will eventually, but when people prod me, I feel guilty, and it'll get done sooner.

This chapter is dedicated to Awesome-One, because she got me to finally get this done. A month ago, I said I'd have it up in a week. Then a week ago, I promised that I'd have it up before the weekend was up. Agh! I'm so sorry! But, I'm now writing this from my brand new laptop! By the way, I hope you all had a great christmas and awesome holidays!

Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, especially in comparison with the last chapter... It's two in the morning, don't judge me. Also, due to the fact that I'm posting this up at this ungodly hour, please excuse any typos, spelling errors, or downright horrendous grammatical errors. My humblest apologies.

Alright, I'm done. I'm going to bed now, so enjoy!

As always, reviews are appreciated! And a big thank you to all the people who did so on the last chapter! I love you guys! Here have a cookie.