Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
A/N: Another 'part' one. It's not terrible, but it's not fantastic. Really debated not posting it, but then thought, "Hey, why not?" ... and now I'm posting it. This one only has three parts, though, so it'll be over soon enough.
Title: Win or Lose
Genre: Angst?
Rating: T
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Ron/Hermione, Harry
Word Count: 267
"No, Ronald!"
"Come on, just one drink," the redhead pleaded, trailing after Hermione as she stormed around her flat.
"How many times do I have to say 'no'? Wait, don't answer that."
"But, Hermione-"
"No, no buts! One drink will lead to another, which will lead to another, until I'm drunk out of my mind. I'll dance with some stranger, I'll let him drag me away, we'll get married, and have sex, and then I'll find out I'm pregnant with a stranger's baby! It's not going to happen!"
"Seriously, now, Herm-"
"Or even worse, I could do all that with you, my best friend!"
"How would that be worse?" Ron asked incredulously. "Surely I'm better than a stranger."
Hermione hesitated for a moment, before continuing her rampage without answering. Ron grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, forcing her to stay still. He bent down to look her in the eye.
"Look, Hermione, maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God-"
"There will be dancing, I know, Ron!"
"Just one drink, and maybe a dance or two, and that'll be it. I promise, Hermione. Please?"
The puppy dog eyes. He used the puppy dog eyes, and the pout to boot. Hermione could never resist those. She released a long-suffering sigh. "Fine. Let me get ready."
"I'll be in the living room!"
"Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God, there will be dancing." - My Best Friend's Wedding.
A/N: Meh.
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