"Miss Granger, why are you still here? I said you could leave fifteen minutes ago." Madam Pomfrey said with a slight smile. "You don't have to wait for your friends to come and get you."
Hermione sighed. "I was just finishing up a chapter so I'd be at a good stopping point, Madam Pomfrey."
The nurse shook her head. "I've never known any student who read and studied as much as you do." She laughed heartily. "Alright, finish your chapter then it's time to go. You need to get some breakfast in you."
Hermione smiled and looked back down to the same page she'd been staring at all morning. She had a dreamy look in her eyes and all she could think about was Thursday morning.
"Hermione, wake up."
She rolled over and tried to push the hand that was shaking her shoulder away. "Leave me alone, Lavender, I'm fine." She said groggily.
"Hermione, it's me."
She opened her eyes sleepily and looked around. "Harry? Where are you?"
"Right here." He opened his invisibility cloak slightly so that she could see him. "I told you I'd find a way." He winked at her.
Hermione blushed but looked at him sternly. "Harry! If Madam Pomfrey catches you it'll be another detention!" She hissed quietly to him.
Harry shrugged. "Like I don't get enough already." He gave her one of his trademark roguish smiles.
"What are you doing back? I know you said you'd visit ..." She blinked more sleep away from her eyes and absently tried to comb her hair with her fingers. I must look a mess! She blushed again.
"Well, I wanted to continue our conversation, but since I was kicked out I had to wait till the coast was clear." He admitted.
Hermione's eyes went wide. "You want to keep talking about that?" She asked incredulously.
"That and now that it's after midnight." He reached behind his back and pulled out a small package. "Happy birthday, Hermione." He said with a smile.
"Harry, you didn't have to." She smiled back as he passed the gift to her. She opened it as quietly as she could and found a jewelry box under the paper. She looked up at him suspiciously. "What's this?"
"Open it." He said with a smile. "I got that for you before we ..." He cleared his throat. "Before we went to the Department of Mysteries."
"You got this for me back then?" Despite herself she couldn't keep the smile from spreading across her face. Harry nodded with a lopsided grin. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything, just open it." He said with a wave of his hand. He looked around cautiously to make sure that nobody had spotted him.
Hermione opened the velvet jewelry box with shaking hands and her hand went to her mouth to cover the gasp she let out. "Harry! This ... This is beautiful. How did you know?" She looked up to see him smiling happily.
"Do you like it?"
She looked down at the silver, heart-shaped locket that was twinkling in the moonlight. She had spotted it last year in Hogsmeade and went to look at it every time there was a trip there. With a shaking hand she pulled it from its satin pillow and turned it over in her hands. "Why would you get this for me?" She asked quietly then she stiffened when his hand rested on her arm. Yes! Why not his GIRLFRIEND?! She felt the anger start to grow within her.
She looked into Harry's glowing eyes and his smile vanished. "Hermione? Don't you like it? You were looking at it the last time we were in Hogsmeade and I bought it when you went to Scrivenshafts."
She pulled her arm away from him and closed the box. "Here, you should give things like this to your girlfriend, Harry." She hissed through clenched teeth. She slapped the box into his hand to his astonishment.
"But ... But I got it before Ginny and I even started dating." Harry stammered back.
"How do you think she'll feel if she found out you got me something like this for my birthday? Haven't you learned anything since Cho?" Hermione bit back at him. At the mention of Cho's name Harry took on a confused look.
"I ... Well, I don't think I really ever liked Cho." He admitted. "But this is a completely different situation, Hermione, Ginny doesn't mind that we're friends."
"That is not a gift you give to a friend, Harry." Hermione replied evenly. "Thank you for dropping by and wishing me happy birthday and all." She rolled her eyes when she said happy. "But I need to get back to sleep if I'm going to get any better."
"Hermione ..."
"Good.Night.Harry." She said in a tone that told him she was finished. Hermione turned her back to him and pulled the covers to her chin. She heard him sigh and whisper good night before his footsteps echoed to the door. Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and rolled to her back but winced when something small and hard jabbed her in the side. She reached behind her and felt a small, velvet box. He left the locket. After she retrieved the box, she opened it and pulled out the sparkling, silver heart and undid the latch. Inside was a picture of the three of them from first year smiling at the camera and waving every so often. The photo version of Hermione kept glancing at Harry in what she had thought was a subtle way but the camera showed her otherwise. She cried herself to sleep while she held onto her gift for fear of losing it.
As luck would have it, everyone seemed to be sleeping in today. Hermione sighed in relief and carried her things back to her room. She tried to navigate through the dark to her bed but found it nearly impossible to do without her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room. She reached for the drawstring to the curtains next to her and opened them slightly. The light streamed through the window and immediately illuminated everything before it.
"Hey, close the curtains! It's Saturday!" Lavender pulled her blankets over her head and groaned in protest.
Parvati sat up and yawned. She looked at the intruder in a daze and her eyes went wide. "Hermione, you're back!" She slipped to the floor where her slippers waited and she went across the room to envelop her friend in a hug. "Are you feeling better now?" She asked with a bright smile.
"What? Hermione's back?" Lavender sat up quickly and smiled at the confirmation her eyes gave her. She crossed the room and hugged Hermione as well and smiled. "Had enough of those potions then?"
Hermione laughed. "Yes, I'm fine. I was actually trying to drop off my books and go down for some breakfast before anyone got up."
"Even Harry?" Lavender asked with surprise.
Hermione frowned. "Yes, even Harry." She said evenly. "I don't need to tag along with him everywhere."
Parvati quickly placed a hand on her forehead. "Are you sure you're better?"
"Cut it out." Hermione grinned despite herself. She batted her friend's arm away with her free hand and crossed to her desk. She set her stack of books precariously on top and they wobbled and spilled to the floor. A black, velvet box bounced off the stone and skidded to a stop at Lavender's feet.
"Ooh! What's this?" She bent quickly before Hermione could even register that Harry's gift was missing and blanched at the pair of squeals that came from across the room.
Oh, great! Hermione huffed to herself. "Ok, you've seen it, can I have it back now?"
"But, Hermione!" Lavender squealed. "Who gave it to you?" She looked at Hermione's blushing face and smiled wide. "Harry did, didn't he?"
Without a word, Hermione crossed the room and snatched the open box from Lavender's hands. "He shouldn't have." She said quietly as she put the box in one of the pockets in her robe.
"Why not?" Parvati asked with a frown. "How long have you two been together? Two, maybe three years by now?"
Hermione looked at Parvati crossly. "What do you mean?"
"We've known that you two have been dating since before the Tri-Wizard tournament, Hermione." Lavender said curiously.
"What?" Hermione looked at them shocked. "Have you forgotten about Cho Chang? And to answer your question, we're only friends."
Lavender smiled. "Oh, I forgot all about her ... Then did you get together this summer?" Parvati looked at Hermione expectantly.
"We never got together." Hermione said in frustration. "You two are as dense as Harry is! Haven't you seen him all over Ginny?!"
Parvati's smile disappeared. "Well, now that you mention it."
Lavender sighed in agreement. "I guess I didn't really notice, I stopped pining after Harry when I found out that you liked him."
"What? When did I ever say that?" Hermione asked furiously.
"In your sleep." Parvati said with a smile. "Oh, the stories we could tell! There was this one time you were giggling and told him that your father would kill him if he found out what you were doing ..."
Lavender smiled eagerly. "What were you two doing?"
Hermione closed her eyes. One ... Two ... Three, breathe deeply. "That is something I'll know and you won't find out." She said in a quiet even tone. "Now I'm going to get some breakfast if you'll excuse me." And with that she barged out of the room.
The nerve of those two! Hermione fumed to herself. That's it! I'm putting a silencing charm on my curtains before I go to bed!
Hermione stormed through the common room and out through the portrait hole. She didn't bother to stop and talk to anyone and sat with a huff at the Gryffindor table. The smell of sausages and bacon filled the air and almost instantly the plates filled in front of her. She looked at the food and felt her stomach groan in anticipation.
"Finally some real food ..." She sighed with a smile. Hermione began to fill her plate with scrambled eggs and when she went for the sausage she found the plate empty. "W-what?" She blinked and looked around.
"Morning." Ron said around a mouth full of the missing sausages.
"Ron, that's disgusting!" She made a face and went for a piece of toast that was thankfully still on the table.
Ron shrugged and smiled in return. "It's good to see you up and about, Hermione." He placed a hand on her shoulder as he sat down. "Are you ready to go to Hogsmeade today?"
Hermione blanched. I forgot! That was today? She looked at him nervously and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Ron. I completely forgot about Hogsmeade and was planning on catching up on my studies. I still haven't taken my Charms test ..."
Ron frowned slightly and to Hermione his face seemed to take on a pained expression. "Wait, why don't you bring your books with you? You can study at the Three Broomsticks!"
"Ron, you know I can't study with all that noise going on!" She rolled her eyes. "I need someplace quiet, like the library or the common room."
"Well, how about the Hog's head?" Ron said enthusiastically. "Students rarely go there and most people keep to themselves."
"I don't know, Ron, that's a pretty seedy place." Hermione said quietly. He's trying hard, isn't he? She pulled away from his hand by reaching for the plate of bacon he had missed.
"Come on, Hermione." Ron insisted. "You'll get out of the castle, you'll have a quiet place to study, and we can share a butterbeer or two, well, not literally mind you."
Hermione sighed as she thought it over. Well, I do need to get rid of this cabin fever I've developed and I would like a butterbeer...
"Good morning, Ronald." A dreamy voice said from behind them.
Ron blanched and nearly fell off of the bench at the greeting. "Uh ... Hi." He stammered.
Luna Lovegood didn't move from her spot and just looked dreamily at him for a moment before she turned to Hermione. "Hermione, would you mind helping me with some of my Transfiguration homework this afternoon?" She asked quietly as she put her Quibbler back in her bag.
Hermione smiled. "Well, I was thinking about studying in Hogsmeade. I've gotten a bit of cabin fever being cooped up in the hospital wing."
"Oh, how can you study on a Hogsmeade trip?" Luna asked nonchalantly. "Don't you get distracted when you're with Harry? I always see you, him, and Ron laughing together when you're out."
"Well, I don't think Harry will be joining us this time." Hermione said absently. "Ron asked if I would go to the Hog's Head and have a butterbeer there. I guess I could study there. You're welcome to join us if you want." Hermione looked up at Luna and smiled.
Luna nodded as a far away look settled in her eyes. "I'll just get some breakfast then, mind if I sit here? Nobody's at the Ravenclaw table yet."
Hermione nodded and turned back to Ron. "I hope you don't mind, Ron." Hermione said apologetically. "It is one of the duties of a prefect to help other students with their schoolwork ..."
Ron cleared his throat and stood as the tips of his ears started to turn red. "It's ok." He almost growled out. "I'll meet you in the common room when you're ready to go." Ron turned on his heel and left the Great Hall.
"Ronald is so cute when he's flustered ..." Luna sighed dreamily before digging into her breakfast.
Hermione closed her eyes. What kind of melodrama have I gotten myself trapped in? She looked down at her bacon and sighed. "I really would have liked some sausage. Ron knows I don't like bacon."
A saucer of sausages was set down next to her egg-filled plate. She glanced up at her benefactor and froze. Why him? "Morning, Harry ..." She forced a smile and looked back to her plate.
"I saw Ron inhale the sausage." Harry said quietly. "I know you don't like bacon so I stopped by the kitchen for a fresh batch. Hope you don't mind."
Hermione blushed. Why do you do this to me, Harry Potter? Just when I'm getting irritated with you ... She shook her head. "I don't mind, thank you, Harry."
"Harry! Come on! I want to be first to Puddifoot's before the best tables are taken!" Ginny called from the front hall.
Harry sighed. "Coming, Gin!" He shouted back.
Hermione looked up at him. "Puddifoot's? Don't you hate that place?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, but Ginny wants to go." He shrugged in defeat. "Are you going to Hogsmeade today?" He asked and Hermione could swear that his eyes had lit up.
"Um ..." She lost her ability to think coherently when she looked into his glittering, green eyes. Eyes that she wished she could fall into and never have to come out of.
"We're going with Ron." Luna chimed in absently.
Harry's eyes widened for a moment then darkened slightly. "Oh, I guess we'll see you there then." Harry smiled his fake smile again and stiffened when a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Harry, we're going to miss out on the best tables!" Ginny reiterated in frustration. She looked at the table and smiled brightly. "Hermione! You're out of the hospital wing!" She bent and gave her a quick hug. "Are you feeling better?"
Hermione smiled politely. "Yes, I feel quite a bit better. I got tired of the hospital wing though."
Ginny grinned. "I know what you mean. I'm sorry I can't stay and talk longer, Harry promised me he'd take me to Madam Puddifoot's." She linked her arm with Harry's and gave him a gentle tug. "See you later?"
Hermione nodded with her polite smile still firmly in place. "Have fun." She forced with a wave.
With a smile, Ginny waved then pulled a despondent Harry out of the Great Hall. Hermione turned back to her breakfast and realized she'd lost her appetite.
"I don't know how those two got together." Luna commented after washing down a piece of toast with a gulp of orange juice.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked quietly as she pushed her plate away. "Harry seems to think they've bonded rather well."
"Is that right?" Luna pursed her lips. "I remember last year and how he was after his godfather died ... I still don't see how they got together. I mean, you've been his closest friend for how long now?"
Hermione looked at the table. "About five years." She admitted quietly. "But the two of them have been completing each other's sentences. I saw them talk to each other with a glance." Hermione sighed. "I wasn't there for him for the first time I can remember and Ginny was ..."
"Think about it." Luna said absently. "Its obvious he takes you for granted. Ginny was just someone who happened to be there for him at the right time." She explained. "If you talk to someone all the time for a summer, you're bound to pick up the sentence finishing thing and communication with a glance. They must have done a lot of talking ..."
"But Ginny's been in love with him for a long time ..."
"Oh, that crush? She'd given up on it last year." Luna said as a dreamy look crossed her face. "Well, I'll wait for you in the entrance hall." Luna grabbed her bag and left while whistling a tune that Hermione recognized.
Weasley is our king ... She really does have it bad for Ron. She smiled softly and went to her room for her books. She told Ron she'd be down in a minute and after stuffing her bag near to bursting, she met up with him at the portrait hole. "Ready?" She asked with a smile.
Ron smiled back and opened the door for her. Hermione stepped through and subconsciously shifted her bag to the hand closest to Ron.
"Well, Harry and Ginny will be out of our hair for the day." Ron said eagerly. Hermione frowned. "There's only so much of those two I can handle in one sitting."
"Ron, why are you acting that way? You're the one who got them together." Hermione said pointedly. "I mean, I'd think you'd be happy for them."
"I don't see you jumping for joy for them, Hermione." Ron said with a frown. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they're together."
Hermione nodded absently as they caught up with Luna. "Hi, Luna, are you ready to go?"
Luna looked at Ron and nodded silently. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's shudder and she shifted her books to the other hand as Ron put her between him and Luna.
"Where do you want to go first?" Ron asked nervously. He kept trying to pace himself with Hermione and Luna so that she consistently blocked his view of her. More than once Hermione noticed that he looked at her bag of books and a slight scowl crossed his face.
"Well, Madam Puddifoot's is out of the question." Hermione chipped in to the agreement of Luna. "To tell you the truth, I'd like to stop by Scrivenshafts and get a new quill or two and then hit the books. I've fallen too far behind."
"Hermione, you've got your assignments finished a month in advance." Ron said incredulously. "Why can't you take a day off?"
Hermione found that they had already made it to the village. Wow, time went by fast for once.
"Did you hear me Hermione?" Ron asked impatiently.
"What?" She looked at him in surprise.
Ron sighed. "I'm going to make a quick run to Honeydukes." He said impatiently. "I'll meet you at Scrivenshafts."
Hermione nodded absently and trudged down the road to buy some new supplies. She sighed when she noticed that she was alone. I don't know how long I can keep Ron at bay ... She entered the store and a few minutes later found herself leaning against the building as she waited for Ron to show up. She looked in her bag of purchases and sighed. "I spent too much money this trip ..."
There was an unmistakable giggle that came from between Gladrags and Scrivenshafts and Hermione stiffened. Before she could control herself, she looked around the corner of the building and saw Harry and Ginny kissing passionately. The color drained from her face as the pulled apart.
"Isn't this better than Puddifoot's?" Harry asked cheekily.
Ginny giggled again. "It's not all about physical contact, Harry, I want a bit of romance too, you know."
"But Madam Puddifoot's isn't romantic at all. I actually have bad memories from that place." He protested.
Ginny pulled him into another kiss and pulled away playfully. "But you've never been there with me!" She replied playfully. "Come on, Harry, for me?" Hermione turned away and leaned against the building again.
Why on earth did I have to be so curious! She groaned in disgust. She closed her eyes and began to massage her temples.
"Hermione? HERMIONE?!" Ron called to her.
"What?" She turned on him quickly. "Oh. Hi, Ron."
"Are you ok? You look kind of pale."
"I'm fine." She said with a wave of her hand. "Come on. Let's go get something to drink." She said with a tired sigh. She picked up her school bag in one hand and her new purchases in the other and nearly marched to the Hog's Head.
The nerve of them! In broad daylight! OUTSIDE! She growled to herself. She reached for the door to the inn but her hands were both full. Damn it! She went to shift her bags so that she could open the door but Luna beat her to it.
"I've got it, Hermione." She said with a smile and opened the door for the others.
"Thanks, Luna." Hermione walked in and found the place more deserted than usual. The barkeep looked up at her and then went back to cleaning the dirty glasses with his dirty cloth.
The three of them went to a table and sat down.
I need to get that scene out of my head! She cursed.
"Did you see Harry and Ginny back there?" Luna asked nonchalantly. "You'd think that they would show some proper decorum."
Ron grimaced. "I'm glad I didn't." He said offhandedly. "I got enough of that all summer."
Hermione sighed. "Can we talk about something else?" I don't want to be reminded. I don't want to hear anymore ...
Ron continued without noticing her request. "I mean, how can those two keep snogging all the time? If they weren't talking, they were curled up together under a tree or something."
Hermione sighed. There is one way I can forget ... at least for now ...
But you could get into trouble, do you want to get expelled? The voice warned her.
I can't handle this anymore, I need to relax! I need to forget! She retorted. "You know what?" Hermione said suddenly. "I think you're right, Ron, I need a day off."
Ron looked at her as if she'd suddenly given birth to Fluffy. "What?"
"Luna, do you mind if we work on your Transfiguration homework another day?"
Luna looked at her with confusion for a moment. "Oh, yes, that's fine." She said dreamily then looked back to Ron with her eyes a little out of focus. Ron seemed to pale even more than usual.
"Well, what d-do you want to do, Hermione?" Ron tried his best to block his view of Luna.
"I think I'm going to try some Ogden's Old Firewhisky." She said determinedly.
"WHAT?!" Ron nearly fell out of his seat. "Why on earth do you want to try that?"
"I'm tired of playing by the rules, Ron." She said as the determination continued to build within her. "I'm going to ignore them for today and there isn't anything that's going to stop me."
"How about the fact that you could get into real trouble?" Ron returned sternly.
"So what if I do? I don't care anymore." Hermione spat back. Without another word, she went to the bartender and asked for a shot and a bottle of Ogden's best. To Ron's surprise, he gave it to her and she returned to the table triumphantly.
"Anyone else want some?" She asked as she opened the bottle and poured a liberal amount in her glass. Without waiting for a response she downed the harsh liquor in one gulp and choked for air as the flaming hot liquid slid down her throat.
I knew you were going to regret that ... The irritating voice said sarcastically.
Shut up! She barked back. I don't want to constantly think for once!
"Hermione!" Ron went to her side worriedly and put his hand on her back and started rubbing it. "Are you ok?"
Hermione shrugged his hand off angrily and refilled her glass. "I'm fine, Ron." She croaked. "It's a little strong, that's all." Bracing herself for the effects, she downed her second shot the same way. Her reaction wasn't as bad as the first but after a few minutes of gasping for air she could feel a slight buzz override that voice in her head she'd come to hate.
That should show you! She thought slowly. She looked at the bottle in front of her and spilled more into her glass. "I think this is going to do the trick. It's not so bad after a few ..."
"I don't think you can hold your liquor well, Hermione." Ron said with a defeated tone in his voice.
"I'm ... fine ... Ron." She said slowly. She took her shot and downed the contents in one gulp again. "I'm feeling better that I have since ..." She stopped and thought for a second. "Since the Hogwarts Express." She finished. Her vision was starting to blur as she reached for the bottle again. She felt Ron's hand on her wrist.
"I think that's enough, Hermione, what's gotten into you?"
She looked Ron in the eyes and frowned. "What do you mean? I was sick, remember?" She shook her head and immediately regretted it. "Wow. This is weird ... I've never felt so dizzy before."
"Maybe you should have eaten something before you tried this stuff, Hermione." Luna said quietly.
Hermione looked at the petite blonde and smiled. "I'm fine, Luna. I'm jusht trying to forget for a day, thatsh all." She slurred.
"What are you trying to forget?" Ron asked quizzically. "That's not like you."
"I want to forget ..." Hermione hiccupped. "I want to forget about H-Harry and Ginny." She stammered. "It sheemsh I haven't yet ..." She pulled her hand from Ron's grasp and poured more whisky into her shot glass. "Here'sh to being shingle!" She slurred as she thrust her glass clumsily in the air, spilling a bit of the drink onto the table. She went to bring the glass to her lips but Ron had taken a hold and pulled it from her.
"I think you've had enough." Ron said sternly. He put the cap on the bottle and asked Luna to return it to the bartender. Luna did as she was asked and Ron turned to his friend.
"Hermione, what is wrong with you?" He forced her to look at him. "We're friends, aren't we? You can tell me."
"Ron, I d-don't want to hurt you." She looked away. "I can't tell you about Harry."
Ron stiffened. "What about Harry?" He asked quietly. "Did he tell you something about You-Know-Who and not me?" He asked in a whisper.
Hermione shook her head. "No, he told you about the propeshy, right?" She whispered conspiratorially. She was feeling quite good compared to earlier.
Ron nodded grimly. "Is this what this is about?" He asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"I don't like seeing you like this, Hermione." Ron said with concern. "We need to get you back to the school."
Hermione giggled. "I can't shtop thinking about Harry." She blurted out. "But he'sh wi-with Ginny." She scowled at her friend's name. She didn't even realize that Ron had pulled her into a standing position.
"Whoa, hold on there, Hermione." He said quietly. "Luna, could you get her books? I'm sure she won't mind if you shrunk them down."
"I feel kind of good." Hermione giggled as Ron tried to hold her up.
"Come on, Hermione, I need you to walk now."
She smiled. "Anything for you, Ron, you're my besht friend." She tried walking and she looked down at her feet. "My feet sheem to be moving fashter than me ..." She giggled again, finding the situation too ridiculous to believe and not really caring.
"What happened on the Express that made you do this?" Ron said as he literally dragged her up to the main road.
"I found out about them!" She whispered drunkenly. "Then I shaw them ... I shaw them kissh ..." She started to cry. "It makesh me MAD!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Hermione!" Ron hissed. "Keep it down! What if Malfoy sees you like this?"
"Who caresh?! Harry shure d ... doshent!" She shouted back. "He can't even shee what'sh under hish ... under hish noshe!"
"What? You're not making any sense!" Ron shot back in frustration. "What do you mean, 'He doesn't see what's under his nose'?"
Hermione looked at him pointedly ... "You're blind too." She said as clearly as she could muster. "Maybe if I ... maybe ... It worked for G-Ginny ..." She hiccupped and looked at something in the distance ...
I can't think ... She sighed happily ...
"What worked for Ginny?" Ron asked her. He had stopped in front of Gladrags and looked at her.
Hermione pushed away from him. "That'sh it!" Her eyes lit up in sudden understanding. She turned and walked determinedly up the road with a confused Ron staring after her. He came to and ran to catch up but she had somehow made it to Madam Puddifoot's rather quickly even with the way she was stumbling up the road.
"Hermione!" He called after her.
She ignored him and opened the door. Hermione glanced around the small, gaudily decorated shop and found Harry and Ginny at a corner table. "Harry!" She waved for him to come over. He looked at her in confusion and after saying something to Ginny wound his way through the tables to her.
"Hermione? What happened?" He stepped back after he caught the smell of liquor seeping from her. "Have you been drinking?" He asked incredulously.
"I need to talk to you, now!" She said demandingly and stumbled out of the door and past a frustrated Ron. Harry followed her a few minutes later and caught up to her in the same alley he was with Ginny earlier.
"Ron what happened?" Harry asked concernedly.
"She went out of her mind and started drinking Firewhisky." Ron admitted. "She said something about you and I being blind then babbled about Ginny and then came up here. She's quite the lightweight it seems."
"Harry, you are blind, and I'm tired of waiting for you to open your eyesh." She said drunkenly.
"What?"
"Let me finish." She held up an unsteady finger and looked quizzically at what could have possibly been two Harry Potter's. "I'm over you, Harry Potter. You hear me?! I'm over you!"
Harry's jaw dropped. "What? Y-You're over me?"
Hermione nodded seriously.
"What ... When?" Harry stammered as Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head as she passed out and fell into his arms.