Chapter 17

The surprise party was a huge success, but one Hermione thought would never end. It was well past midnight and the festivities were far from over. All of the adults, including Bill and Fleur, were long gone with a promise from George to keep things under control, or rather the look that Mrs. Weasley gave Hermione and Ginny as she stepped into the kitchen fireplace. No sooner were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley out of sight, then George summoned at least 10 bottles of Firewhisky and Rosmerta's Honey Mead that he had obviously hidden around the house while decorating. Before long, the three youngest Weasley's, the old Quidditch teammates, and the former roommates were, well, pissed.

The only two that had refrained from getting completely wasted were Luna and Hermione. Luna was last seen headed to a dark corner with none other Neville, the war hero, and Hermione was curled up in a large, wing-backed chair in the sitting room watching hilarity ensue. Now that they were all legally allowed to drink, Hermione did not feel as though she could stop anyone from partaking, but someone had to be responsible. Plus, it was quite hilarious watching the group play charades while sloshed. The players imitated teachers, friends, and spells and more than once, the performance was so funny that hardly anyone could guess from fits of laughter. Ron was so far gone that every time it was his turn, he acted out "love potion." The first time he pretended to drink a potion and then got dreamy-eyed and then fell all over himself (no one was sure if he was stumbling on purpose) fawning over Hermione. By the third time, he was making giggling sounds and goo-goo eyes at Harry who pretended to be Hermione reading and making the same goofy faces at him behind the cover of a book.

It was after three in the morning when Hermione got the last passed-out person covered up and tucked in. Slowly, the party had died out leaving bodies littering the floor. Hermione could not just leave them all over the floor, but she was too tired to levitate them all herself, so, reluctantly, she had Kreacher apparate most of them to bedrooms or couches. She had sent a message to Mrs. Weasley explaining that everyone was staying at Grimmauld Place for the night and not to expect them back until at least lunch. Then, she looked around to survey the damage. There were bottles and glasses as well as trash littering the whole first floor.

"Just leave it 'til the morning."

Hermione jumped at the sound. "Merlin, Ron! You scared me. I thought everyone was asleep." Strong arms wrapped around her waste from behind and she melted into them. "What if your mother comes over to check on us in the morning?"

"She's seen worse before, trust me," Ron said in a husky voice reeking with liquor. "Come to bed with me."

"Ronald, that is highly inappropriate." She pulled away from him and his breath. "I put all the boys and girls in different rooms for proprieties sake. How would it look if we came out of the same room in the morning?"

He reached for her again, pulled her close, and rested his cheek on her forehead. "We lived in a tent for months with just Harry. I think people already have the wrong idea."

"We weren't a couple then. Besides, Harry can tell them nothing went on."

"I think Harry's too busy at the moment in Ginny's room to discuss 'propriety.'" Hermione could hear the eye roll in his voice. "Plus, I saw George sneaking into Angelina's room and Katy slipping out to find Wood. And, I don't think Neville's in his room either."

Hermione sighed, "All that hard work for nothing."

Ron started swaying on the spot and Hermione thought for a moment he was going to pass out on her, but then he took her right hand in his and the swaying became more like a dance.

"You must be drunk. You hate dancing," she giggled as they turned slow circles in the hallway.

"It's not so bad if I'm holding you."

Hermione's heart skipped quite a few beats and felt faint as he leaned down for a sweet kiss.

"When did you turn into a smooth talker?" she asked as he twirled her around.

"You're not the only one who reads. I was given the most interesting book before sixth year." He captured her back in his arms.

"And did you actually read this book or just skim the back cover?"

"That hurts, Hermione. You've wounded my heart. Of course I read it," he said as he staggered backwards and almost ran into a hall table.

"I think it's time to get you up to bed." Hermione put his arm around her shoulders and helped him up three sets of stairs until they reached the room Ron and Harry shared the summer before fifth year.

As Ron predicted, the room was empty and Hermione was glad he was too drunk to go get Harry from Ginny's room. Hermione pulled him over to the twin bed under the window which she remembered was his, but as she was trying to put him down on the bed he kept his arm firmly around her shoulders, pulling her down with him. She ended up laying half beside and half under him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think that was planned, Ronald," Hermione said as she tried to extricate herself from under her boyfriend.

However, Ron pushed himself up and lay on top of her, capturing her lips in one fluid motion. Instantly, Hermione's hands slid up and under Ron's shirt until she was running her nails along his shoulder blades. His right leg parted hers and she could feel him hard against her right hip. She shifted under him and he gasped as their bodies grinded together. She deepened their kiss briefly before he started devouring her neck. She gasped as she felt Ron grind into her again, this time moving his leg so that it rubbed her between the legs.

Ron stopped and pulled away. "Did I hurt you?"

"Quite the opposite," she whispered as she pulled him onto her again. "Keep going."

She moved one hand up to his hair and pulled his lips down to hers. She traced his lips with her tongue as her other hand moved down to his arse to pull him down even harder against her body. Ron moved a little faster on her leg until both of them were panting into each other's mouths, which Hermione found she liked almost as much as kissing.

"I don't think I can last too much longer," Ron murmured almost inaudibly near her ear.

"Then don't."

A few moments later and Ron's whole body shuddered and he collapsed on top of her. They lay there, breathing hard until Ron rolled off to one side and kissed her sweetly. She curled into him and they lay there quietly until they were both asleep.

"Ronald Weasley!" his mother's voice sounded as the door slammed open. Ron and Hermione flew off the bed and in separate directions. They were barely awake and frightened as they took in the situation. At the door were Ginny and Harry bent double with laughter.

"Where's Mum?" Ron asked in a terrified voice.

"She's not here you prat. It was me!" Ginny howled then immediately took off running as Ron chased her through the hall and down the stairs.

"Don't kill her, it's too early to clean up blood," Harry shouted after them.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked as she stifled a yawn and fixed her twisted jumper.

"It's nearly midday. I thought you might want to get up before Mrs. Weasley comes to check on the cleanup." Harry came in and sat on his old bed.

"Yes, thank you." Hermione tried to smooth her hair down from the bird's nest pile on top of her head. "I fell asleep in here last night on accident, though if I had made it back to Ginny's and my room, I expect I would have had to kick you out."

Harry averted his eyes and blushed a bit. Hermione thought it best not to press the issue.

"I should get downstairs and start cleaning," she said as she started to leave the room.

"No you won't. Kreacher and I put everything right this morning."

"Harry! It was your party. You're not supposed to clear it all up," she shouted.

"It's the least I can do after such a thrilling night. Thank you, by the way. It was perfect and exactly what I didn't know I wanted."

"Well, it wasn't all my idea. I was afraid you'd be angry with us." Hermione sat on the bed next to Harry.

"I was definitely surprised, but not angry. It's nice to have a good memory in this old place."

Hermione smiled to herself. That was precisely why they had it there. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. In fact, I think you all enjoyed yourselves a bit much."

"Yes. Yes, we did." Harry chuckled to himself thinking about the previous night.

"We should go find out if Ron killed your girlfriend." They both stood up and Harry pulled her into a hug.

"Thanks again. For everything," he said.

"Oi, Potter. Get your hands off my woman," Ron said as he came in the door.

"Your woman? Harry can keep me if you talk like that." Hermione put her hands on her hips and scowled at Ron.

"I think I'll go find Ginny," Harry said trying to get out of the way before a shouting match began. "That is, if there's anything left of her."

"She's making me breakfast, so I let her live, for now."

"Thanks." Harry closed the door on the way out.

"Your woman?" Hermione was still glaring at Ron.

"I was only joking!" Ron sauntered over to her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She let them fall to her sides. "Come on, Hermione. I'm sorry."

"I am your girlfriend, but I'm not your woman. That sounds degrading."

Ron sighed. How had he dug himself into a ditch already this morning? "You're right. I'm sorry. I won't say it again."

"Thank you."

Ron bent down to kiss her, but before he could, she pulled away. "I said I was sorry," he practically yelled.

"And I accepted, but I'm going to brush my teeth before I kiss you and you should do the same."