AN: This is a sonfic to Pop A Top Again... I don't own anything. So please don't sue me. Thank you! Please review! :)

Harry was sitting at The Three Broomsticks on a stool in the back.

"Why did she leave? What did I do?" Harry asked to no one in particular as he drowned himself in butterbeer.

He called for another one.

*Pop a top again

I just got time for one more round

Sit em up my friends

Then I'll be gone

Then you can let some other fool sit down*

As he started in on his fifth butterbeer he thought about what had happened.


"Hermione! Where have you been? I been worried out of my mind!" Harry said as Hermione entered the movie theatre, half and hour late.

"I'm sorry! The traffic was horrible!" Hermione said as she took off her coat.

"Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna believe that one! You think I haven't heard that before!" Harry said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Harry! I'm serious!" Hermione said with a look of shock upon her face.

"Hermione, don't lie to me!" Harry said angrily as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Lie to you! Lie to you!" Hermione said in rage. "I've never lied to you! Forget this!" She slapped him across the face and picked up her coat. She then stormed out of the theatre, with people staring at Harry with looks of disapproval on their faces.

*******END FLASHBACK***********

"I'm such a loser! I can't believe I said that!" Harry said, angry with himself for losing the best thing in his life.

*I'd like for you'd to listen to a joke I heard today

From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away

I'd tried to smile and did a while it felt so outta place

Did you ever hear of a clown with tears drops streaming down his face*

"Another one," Harry said to the man behind the counter.

"You sure? It'll be your ninth, and you just got here fifteen minutes ago," The guy behind the counter said.

"I'm sure," Harry replied.

"Girl troubles?" The guy predicted.

"Yeah, she left me. What am I going to do?" Harry asked.

"Get her back,"

Harry then took a sip of his ninth butterbeer

*Pop a top again

I think I'll have another round

Sit em up my friend

Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down*

"You should say you're sorry that you jumped to conclusions and that you're nothing without her," The bartender said to Harry.

"I tried calling her, but she won't answer," Harry replied, shaking his head in his hands.

"Poor fellow, the tenth one's on me," The bartender said as he passed him another butterbeer.

"I can't go home either, cause if I do, I will only think of her, and see her picture, and everything in my house reminds me of her," Harry said sadly.

*Home for me is misery and here I am wasting time

Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind

But then you see her leaving me it's not what I prefer

So it's either here just drinking butterbeer or at home remembering her*

"It's getting late Buddy. You should head home. We're closing soon," The bartender told Harry as he wiped the counter clean.

"Just one more," Harry said as he gulped the last of the butterbeer in front of him.

*Pop a top again

I think I'll have another round

Sit em up my friend

Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down

Pop a top again*

And with that, Harry stood up, grabbed his jacket off the stool, paid the bartender, and walked home.

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