Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. The title names are also not unique and brought from the challenge itself.

This Makes Life Worthing Re-thinking
By Mynthia Fae

Chapter title: Bad for My Mental Health
Character/Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 492
Prompt: #47 Bad For My Mental Health
"Say my name and his in the same breath. I dare you to say they taste the same."
Summary: Hermione admits what happens after consuming some unidentified alcoholic substances.
Written in response to a second challenge, the Folie A Duex Challenge.

"Hermione, look at me." Ron pulled her around to face him as the tears slid down her face. "Why are you crying? What did I do?"

"No-nothing," she sobbed and tried to turn away again.

"I may be a bit dense but even I can see that you are upset. Please, talk to me 'Mione." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest where her tears stained his shirt, but that was the farthest thing from his mind.

She cried even harder then. "You wo-won't love me any-anymore." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"I think that is impossible, love. I worked too hard to get you to let you go. It can't be as bad as you think it is. You always over think things. Come on, not like you slept with Malfoy."

She held her breath and stared at the gold line across his shirt.

The mans eyes widened. "Hermione?"

"I didn't sleep with him." Her voice was soft and weak.

He sighed and held her close, afraid to look into her eyes for the accusations would be clear as daylight in his own eyes. "Tell me what happened." She shook her head. "Hermione, if you don't tell me what happened, we both know my jealous side will fill in the blanks with much worse than you are ever capable of."

After a few minutes, she was able to get her breathing under control. She explained about the party at the ministry, the unidentified alcoholic substance which had left her dizzy and somewhat nauseous. The party had ended and Draco, being a co-worker, had offered to take her home. Stumbling and bumbling he had helped her into bed. "I was far to drunk to even walk, even though I had only had two small shots of whatever that was." And he had stumbled and landed across her, their faces together. He kissed her then, and she had kissed back.

She started sobbing uncontrollably again. "He-he pulled away, but I didn't want to sto-stop."

Ron sighed. His wife had never been able to hold her alcohol, something that had always worried him about her.

"Hermione, love. Look at me." It took time but she did eventually raise her tear-filled eyes. "Say my name and his in the same breath. I dare you to say they taste the

same."

She shook her head vehemently.

"When you say my name, you say it with your heart. When you say his, it is with your mind." He smiled and kissed her passionately. "Do me a favor though. No more drinking at work parties."

She smiled.

"It's bad for my mental health. Do I at least kiss better than the ferret?"

"Ron!"

He would always lover her, no matter what. A bond that nothing could sever.

At least the tears were gone.