Disclaimer: Sooo, what's up? Me? No I'm not doing anything. Why do you ask? What? I'm looking a little suspicious? No. No. You've got it all wrong. I'm trying to look innocent so that no one suspects that I stole the rights to Harry Potter. I mean, I'm trying to look innocent so that no one suspects that I troll the lights to carry hotter. Obviously. Alright, alright, you caught me. They're all J.'s. But I own John Hecklebottome! Hehe, what a stupid name. Were his parents high or something when they named him? HAHAHAHA. Wait, I named him didn't I?...

The streets of London were fairly crowded on this fine night, although the reason why, eluded Hermione Granger. She shuffled past hoards of people, who annoyingly stood in clusters, with drinks in their hands and aggravating smiles on their faces.

What reason did they have to be happy? What right did they have to forget their pain? Why tonight?

All this Hermione thought quite bitterly, as she wondered and wandered. And wandered and wondered. With a little more wandering and perhaps she wondered here too, she found herself standing near a nice looking muggle café.

Opting to sit alone in there, rather than standing alone in the crowded streets, Hermione made her way into the small shop, glancing warily at the near empty building. Quietly she took a seat at one of the round tables and picked up the paper menu.

Eventually a smallish woman glanced over at her from behind the back counter, and raised both of her eyebrows in surprise. Quickly she trotted over to her, her faded white apron tied haphazardly around her waist. She obviously wasn't expecting anyone this evening. Odd, seeing as the streets were fairly busy.

"What are you doing here on a night like tonight? Shouldn't a woman as pretty as yourself be out with your man?" The waitress looked at her curiously, while pulling out her notepad.

At this Hermione frowned, both from confusion and from hurt. She had forgotten about Ronald for a few moments. Not that he was her man. He had made that abundantly clear.

"Why, what's tonight?" Hermione asked. The woman's eyebrows, if possible, flew even higher on her forehead.

"Why miss, it's new year's eve!" Hermione gasped. How had she forgotten about that, of all things! She had completely let it slip her mind. Oh, that must have been what Fred and George's party was for! How had she been so daft?

"Oh my gosh! I forgot!" The waitress looked at her carefully.

"I'm sorry miss, but you… forgot about new year's eve?"

Hermione blushed, and ducked her head.

"Well, I was thinking about other things…"

The waitress nodded in understanding and sat down, quiet abruptly across from the girl.

"What did he do?"

Hermione sighed, and began to spill her guts to the stranger. She talked about how Ron had been so rude, and how he had flirted with another girl clearly in front of her. The woman gasped in horror.

"My goodness, your boyfriend looked at another woman, and led her on right there in front of you? That bastard!"

"Well…. Um… He's not actually my boyfriend…"

"You were engaged? Even worse!"

"Actually… We're not together at all…"

Hermione blushed once again, as she realized just how ludicrous this whole thing sounded.

"I beg your pardon miss, but… Maybe he didn't know you were interested?" She said it hesitantly, as if she didn't quite know what to say next.

Hermione thought about that. And thought… And then she thought a little bit more. And then she glanced out the windows, absentmindedly. And then she thought some- Wait, was that Ronald walking along the streets there?

She gasped, and quickly stuck her head behind the menu

"Oh is he there? Who is it?" Hermione glanced out from behind her menu, and immediately shot back.

"He's standing right there by the window." She said in a hushed whisper.

"Which one, the red head or the one with black hair and glasses… Oh wait, another fellow is there too, with brown hair, and a big nose."

Hermione frowned. Who were the other two people? She moved her head out from behind the menu once again, and saw… Harry! Why on earth was Harry here? She looked at the other man standing across from Harry and Ron.

She froze, staring in horror. That… no it couldn't be.

Just outside of the window stood John Hecklebottome, the worst boyfriend that Hermione had ever, ever had. He was pompous, arrogant and cruel. Hermione had dated him, just a few years ago during the summer, and he was quite possibly the most ignorant, egotistical, air-head muggle, she had ever had the misfortune to meet.

And now he was staring right at her.

Heheh… shit.

Ronald attempted to follow his love, honestly, he did. As soon as he'd realized she'd abandoned him (admittedly, he'd deserved it) he ran out into the streets of Diagon Alley, where in a drunken state, he stumbled, tripped and all together flailed his way down the streets. After thoroughly searching through the wizarding alley, he decided that Hermione wasn`t there, and went through the Leaky Cauldron deciding to explore the Muggle world in search of her instead. Or at least he was about to do so, when he happened to see a rather familiar face, although in his blurred state of vision, he wasn`t entirely sure that it was him.

"Ron? Are you drunk?"

"Harry? Is that you?" Ron asked wearily. Harry, or at least, he was pretty sure that was who it was, laughed.

"Yeah, it's me. How much did you drink?"

Ron was rather offended. He'd thought he'd sobered up quite a bit since the party. Admittedly he had, however that wasn't saying much, since he'd been pretty darn smashed.

"Never mind that mate, I need to find Hermione!"

Harry raised his eyebrows, as if to say: 'I think in that state, it would probably be better for all of society that you're locked up indoors.'

However, Ron, never have being good at reading looks from people, merely grabbed his friends arm before dragging him out the door of the Leaky Cauldron and out onto the crowded roads of London.

"Ugh, why is it so crowded?"

"Ron, it's new year's eve," Harry said slowly, as though he was talking to a child.

"…It is?"

Harry just shook his head and kept walking.

Absentmindedly, Ron realized that that must have been the reason for Fred and George's party. It all made sense now. Nobody threw a party for no reason.

As the two old friends walked down the street, the red head realized that it was probably around time to start asking around, seeing as he had absolutely no clue as to where the beautiful brunette was hidden.

Tapping a random shoulder on the street, he found himself standing in front of a rather snobbish looking man, with brown hair, beady eyes and a gigantic nose.

"Yes?"

Oh gosh, even his voice was annoying. The nasally sound to it made Ron want to cover his ears and run away screaming. But that would make him look like a fool, and if there was one thing Ronald Weasley was not, it was a fool.

"Have you seen a frizzy haired brunette walk by here?"

The man frowned, and thought for a moment.

"That sounds remarkably like a woman I used to date." Here Ron almost snorted at the prospect of someone dating this fellow, especially Hermione.

"Yes, her name was Hermione Granger, an annoying woman, who thought she knew everything."

Ron almost pulled out a gun and shot him dead right there. However, for various reasons, he didn't. For one, he had no gun on his person. Secondly, Harry already grabbed his arm and pulled him back as he attempted to tackle the man in front of them.

"And you are…?" Harry asked calmly, although his voice contained a certain amount of ice laced in his words. The man sniffed disdainfully, looking up and down the two men standing in front of them.

"John Hecklebottome."

Ron snorted once again, and Harry almost laughed out loud this time.

"Do you find something amusing about my name?" He twitched his nose, and turned his head to the side, making it look as though he was above the other two men, although really he did it to hide his embarrassment.

And then his eyes lit upon a face in the café window. A very familiar face. A face which now had her eyes wide open in panic. John smirked and tilted his head in the direction of the two boys who were now full out laughing at him. Hermione immediately understood the gesture and shook her head frantically. But Mr. Hecklebottome was a rather cold hearted person, and so, with a grin, he turned back to the two boys in front of him.

"She's in there."

He said pointing to the small café. Ron's eyes widened with joy, and Harry smiled. The two looked through the window to see the bookish brunette hiding behind a menu, while a nice looking waitress smiled and lifted and eyebrow at the three standing outside her shop.

The three of them opened the door and walked in single file. Harry was almost certain he could see Hermione quaking with nervous energy from behind her menu. The lady sitting across from her stood up and whispered in Hermione's ear. Harry was fairly certain it was a 'good luck'. Though he questioned why exactly she would need luck in this situation.

The three men took the empty chairs around Hermione's table and merely say there for a moment until Harry pulled the menu from her face.

"Oh! I didn't see you there!"

"I'm sure…" John muttered.

"How good to see you Harry, glad you could be here."

Harry smiled at her clearly anxious tone. She looked like she was about to jump up and start running.

"Yes, well I ran into Ron here, and he said he was looking for you."

Hermione tittered, and shifted her eyes quickly to Ron's blue ones which met her full on. Quickly she moved her eyes back to Harry, for the sake of comfort.

"Did he now?"

"Yes I did," Ron answered, his voice deep and rumbling. Maybe it was just the alcohol. Hermione shuddered and didn't quite meet his eyes.

"And why would you do that?"

"Yes, why would you look for this know-it-all?" John asked cheerfully. Ron and Hermione ignored him, the two only focusing on each other.

"Shut up man," Harry warned. He wasn't horribly tolerant of people insulting his friends.

"Well, I wanted to apologize," Ron said sadly. "I shouldn't have flirted with Cynthia-"

Hermione frowned when she heard her name, but Ron, still caught up in his apology, failed to notice.

"And that line was meant for you."

If Hermione hadn't of been so enamoured with the red-head she might have been a little offended that the crude pick-up line was actually supposed to have been aimed at her. Instead she felt rather flattered.

Of to the side, Harry and John were bickering even more, John continuing to through insults at Hermione, unbeknownst to her, and Harry getting closer and closer to throttling him.

Ron, cleared his throat. The whole time that he'd been trying to find the brunette, he'd been reciting the next line over and over in his head. He was sure that this one was sure to knock her off of her feet. And if that happened, she'd have to forgive him.

"Hermione?"

"Yes Ron?" She brought her gaze up to meet his, and their eyes remained locked. Harry and Mr. Hecklebottome both turned, feeling the change in atmosphere, and sat staring, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"It hurt. She landed on her face," John said quickly, although neither Ron nor Hermione seemed the least bit affected by it. In fact, if one could describe the look that Hermione was giving the red head, it would have to be as 'starry eyed'.

However, the Harry Potter heard him, whose patience was running awfully thin. Actually, for decades it would be argued as to what finally pushed him over the edge, but I believe that his last rude, albeit clever, line may have been the cause for Harry tackling John to the ground.

As Harry and John fought each other on the floor, the other two folks just stood and stared of in different trance like states, Ron with an adorably cheesy smile on his face and Hermione with a look of skepticism crossed with the look someone might give an adorable puppy. Somehow the amazing Miss Granger managed to pull it off.

Everyone was startled by the sound of shouting outside.

"Ten!... Nine!...Eight!...Seven!... Six!..."

It was almost the new year. Ron and Hermione both stood up with smiles on their faces and looked out the window. Harry froze from his place on top of Mr. Hecklebottome, a large smile starting to form on his face to as he looked at his two best friends standing shoulder to shoulder. It was about time.

"Three!...Two!...One!..."

Bells rang, people hugged their families, toasted to a new year, and couples kissed. And during all the chaos, Ron hesitantly looked down at Hermione who sported a huge grin. She looked up at him curiously. Ever so slowly he brought his lips down to meet hers.

And even behind closed lids, they saw the fireworks.

Sitting in front of the television screen that was in their apartment, George flipped through the channels, bored out of his mind. The only things on were various celebrations, with fireworks and doohickeys flying about. Frowning, he paused at a channel.

"And we hope that everyone will have a great new year!" The announcer shouted into the microphone. The crowds around him cheered and clapped, while George's eyebrows rose in astonishment.

"Oi! Brother of mine!"

"Yes, brother of mine?" Fred's head popped into the room.

"Did you know it's New Year's?"

Fred's eyebrow's rose too.

"It is?"

A/N: Thought I'd end it on a more humorous note, instead of a romantic one. Bleck, romance. EWWWW I can't believe they kissed! Hermione's gonna get Cooties! I'm just kidding, she'll be fine. What did you guys think? Don't worry though, this isn't the end! Remember, we've still got five more lines left on the list! Yes! That means next chapter I can through more conflict into the story! Aren't you excited?

I'm so proud of myself for finishing this! Let historians note, that this is the first time I have updated my story twice in two weeks! Don't get used to it though...

A special thank you to PurifiedDrinkingWater! (The person, not the actual water... But you know maybe I should thank actual purified water, it's pretty useful. Maybe it deserves a thank you too...) Who used to be the AwesomeOne! (Who I mentioned last chapter) Actually, she gave me the inspiration for this chapter, and continued to pester me to finish this! So thank you!

I actually got this pick up line (and little comeback) from a song by Mr. Jon Cozart on youtube. He's pretty awesome you should check him out. I had to choose between this line and: "Your face is like the sun." "Yup, it burns my retinas."

Also, thank you to all the reviewers out there! I love you! I mean 38 reviews? Yes! You guys are awesome. But keep in mind, I update faster when I have people pestering me to finish things! *coughreviewcough* Anyways, to all of you who have reviewed, you may have a virtual swimming pool. Here.