Hahaha, in this chapter, Hermione is very hung over from last night, let the madness ensue!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just a crazy potterhead :D

Hermione groaned. "Wake up you silly sleepy head." Someone was jumping on her bed. "Wakey wakey, rise and shakey!" someone was yelling, inches away from her face. She opened her eyes to a shock of red hair.

"Ginny…" she mumbled, because talking would hurt her head too much.

"Guess what day it is!' Ginny cried happily.

Hermione looked over at her alarm clock, it read 8 o'clock, the 11th of August.

"Its my BIRTHDAY!" Ginny yelled. Hermione sat up straighter, now wide-awake. "Happy Birthday!" she said, but then culched her head, her hangover was really full on. "Congratulations…" she murmured, aware of the throbbing in her head.

"You remembered my present didn't you? I mean, a girl only gets to be eighteen once." Ginny stared expectantly at Hermione, who shrugged and pointed to her wardrobe. Ginny leapt off the bed and scampered off towards Hermione's wardrobe before emerging with a large pink box.

Ginny was so happy at the size of the present, she didn't even care that the box was pink. She tore off the wrappings, ribbons and the lid, before giving a squeal of delight. Ginny had launched herself at Hermione, hugging her really tightly.

"How did you manage to get it?" asked Ginny in awe. "I mean, it1's amazing, I can't believe you got Gwenog Jones's old Holyhead Harpies uniform! And signed too!"

"By all of the Holyhead Harpies too Ginny," Hermione laughed, "You know, Valmai Morgan is having a baby, so their holding chaser trials soon, there is a leaflet with your presents."

Ginny's mouth fell open. "You are the most wonderful, amazing, brilliant, cleverest girl in the world, I LOVE YOU!" and she ran from the room, probably to tell Harry the news.

"Crazy girl." Said a voice from the door. Ron was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. "How's your head? Remember much?" he laughed, she frowned.

"Well I defiantly remember everything until Viktor," her words had a desired effect, Ron had stopped laughing. "I also remember a little bit when we came back, something about kicking me out of the Burrow?" she said, grinning slyly.

Ron raised his hands in defense, "you brought it on yourself."

She shook her head, "I need some pepper-up potion, this hangover is killing me."

Ron stuck out his arm and Hermione looped hers around his.

It was now lunchtime, and Hermione was feeling a lot better after the pepper-up potion. Whilst they were eating, a small owl fluttered down onto Hermione's chair, with a letter addressed to her. Ron grabbed it and read the clumsy English.

"Dear Hermione,

I am sorry that I will not be able to have dinner sometimes with you. I am leaving for Bulgaria tonight; I have a very important game to play tomorrow.

Hope you are well,

Viktor Krum."

As Ron read, a deliriously happy grin spread across his face that he tried, and failed, to hide. Mrs. Weasley was about to speak when Percy barged into the room. "I just proposed to Audrey!" he gasped breathlessly.

All the girls screamed with delight. Mrs. Weasley had tears in her eyes as she held her third-oldest son tight. "I'm so proud of you Perce." She cried. Ron whispered to Harry, "She's going to start on us about getting married next, as soon as she's found a girlfriend for Charlie anyway." They shared a knowing look.

"How's George doing?" asked Hermione randomly.

"I dunno, haven't seen him around lately, maybe we should go check up on him."

Hermione nodded and her and Ron apparated to outside Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They both ignored the closed sign on the door and entered. They spilt up in search of him and soon enough Hermione found Ron and George sitting on the floor in the middle of the store. Ron was trying to comfort George, who was shaking his head, almost manically.

"You can't close the store George, the wizarding world needs a laugh. Fred wouldn't want it closed."

Hermione spotted an empty fire whiskey bottle and realized with a jolt that she hadn't been the only one who had gotten a little tipsy lately. She knelt down on George's other side and hugged him. His feeble attempt to push her off made her feel even sadder.

The bell on the door tinkled again as someone else entered the shop. Hermione saw the elegant figure of Angelina Johnson walk into the light and she stood up, tugged on Ron's arm and said, "Come on Ron, George is in good hands now."

The happy mood they had had was gone now. The sight of a destroyed George was too much for either of them to take. They strolled down Diagon Alley in comfortable silence, admiring the extravagant window displays of books and brooms, quills and wands. Ollivander's had opened up shortly after the battle, because many people were in need of new wands. Ollivander was always the best for wands. Hermione noticed a sign by a new block of buildings.

"Look Ron, they're starting to sell apartments here now."

Ron grinned, "Lets take a look around then."

Ron pulled her in and out of all the apartments, some shabby, some exquisite penthouses for the richer of the wizarding community. They walked into one on the eight floor, the creamy door was to inviting to ignore. Hermione almost squealed in delight, it was perfect.

Arrgh sorry for taking so looong. Writers block, I have to cut a 1500 word story down to 800….! (It's very painful.) How is life for you guys? Good? I'll try to be quicker with the next chapter!