A/N: This is a new story that I hope will get people interested. It's kind of pointless right now, but eventually (like in the next few chapters) you will begin to see a plot. If you want to read more, please review, and I will continue posting.

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"Mr. Weasley! Will you give us a statement, please?"

The voices of several reporters followed Ron Weasley as he hurried down the street of Hogsmeade. He was used to this behavior, having dealt with it for the past few years constantly. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Growing very angry at their pestering, Ron stopped suddenly and whipped around to face the reporters.

"Sure, here's your statement." He watched as quills were whipped out from all directions and ears perked up all around him curiously. Grinning sardonically at them, he said quite clearly, "Fuck you."

He ignored the gasps of surprise as he turned and walked off in the opposite direction. He walked for several more minutes before reaching his destination. The Three Broomsticks was more crowded than usual, and he cursed under his breath as heads looked up from all around when he entered. The whispering that pursued didn't do much to improve his mood as he walked silently to a table in the back corner and sat down beside one of the few people he bothered to speak to anymore.

"You look angry." Hermione Granger was sitting with her legs crossed and one foot jangling under the table. She was sipping on some drink that Ron didn't recognize and twirling a single curl between the fingers of one of her hands.

He rolled his eyes. "Angry's not the right word," he said shortly, reaching for her glass and taking a long drink of the liquid inside. It was surprisingly warm and seemed to have enough alcohol to fix all of his problems.

"What can I get for you, Mr. Weasley?" A tall woman of around twenty or so with blonde hair and turquoise eyes smiled at him timidly.

Ron held up Hermione's glass. "I'll have whatever this is, and bring another one for her," he said as he finished off her drink with a final swig and handed the empty glass to the waitress.

The blonde woman nodded, still smiling, and said, "Sure. I'll be right back."

When she disappeared, Hermione let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes. "She's flirting with you."

Ron shrugged. "So?"

Hermione rested her right elbow on the table and leaned her chin into that hand. She turned her head and flashed her own smile at the redhead beside her. "She wants your ass."

Ron couldn't help but grin a little at his longtime best friend. Shrugging nonchalantly once again, he said, "Yeah, so does everyone else."

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. "You should go for her. She's your type, you know? Tall, thin, blonde. She almost looks veelaish if you close one eye."

Ron rolled his own eyes. "She's not my type," he said decisively. "I gave veelas up a long time ago."

Hermione shrugged. "If you say so."

At that moment, the waitress showed back up with two glasses. She set one in front of Hermione and held the other out to Ron. As he reached to take it, she flashed him a little grin and said, "I'm Mandy."

"Good for you," Hermione said shortly before taking a long drink from the newly filled glass.

Ron tried very hard not to laugh at the look that covered Mandy's face. She looked quite shocked before narrowing her eyes and saying, "And you would be?"

Hermione flashed her a sarcastic smile and stood up. "Hermione Granger," she held her hand out to the waitress.

Realization took over Mandy's features as she swallowed nervously and awkwardly reached out to shake Hermione's hand. "Oh, yes," she stuttered. "Of course." She released her hand from Hermione's grasp and gave them a nervous smile before saying, "Well, let me know if you need anything," and hurrying away quickly.

Ron burst into laughter as soon as Hermione had reseated herself beside him and reached once again for her drink. "I love it when people are scared of you," he said teasingly.

Hermione shrugged one shoulder. "Am I really that frightening?"

Ron took a drink from his own glass and shook his head. "Nah, not to me."

Hermione sighed. "So, what's up with you?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "You came in here looking like you want to piss on the world."

Ron laughed lightly at the once so conservative girl's word choice. Things sure had changed. Answering her question, though, he shrugged yet again. "Same old stuff. You know, the reporters and all that shit."

"Want me to kick their asses?" she asked with a most serious expression.

Ron shook his head, holding back the laughter. "Nah, but you could kick mine if you want to." He turned to look at her and raised a single eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on his face.

Hermione raised a single eyebrow of her own. "What are you suggesting?"

"I think you know what I'm suggesting," he whispered quietly into her ear as he let his hand find the knee of her leg that was crossed over her other one and let it slide deftly under the hem of her skirt, his short nails barely raking against the skin of her thigh.

Hermione stared at him silently for a moment, no expression changing on her face. Then she easily reached for his hand and removed it from her leg. Placing it back in his own lap, she raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "I'm not that drunk, yet, Weasley," she said evenly.

Ron couldn't hide the smirk hiding on his lips. He nodded silently and then stood up and caught Mandy's eye. He motioned for her to rejoin them, and when she did, Ron sat back down and said, "Could you please bring us a few rounds of shots?"

She nodded wordlessly and disappeared.

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Weasley, are you trying to get me drunk?"

Ron studied her before nodding once and saying, "Yes."

"Why bother with getting me drunk when a near-veela is practically throwing herself at you, not to mention the fact that I could probably stand up and offer you up freely and probably every woman in this restaurant would jump at the chance? It's just a waste of time and not to mention money because you do realize you're paying for all these drinks, right?" she asked before downing the rest of her current one.

Ron reached for his own drink and turned it up, finishing it in one drink. "I wouldn't dream of having it any other way," he said once he'd swallowed. "And in answer to the previous question, I'm bothering with getting you drunk because you're the only woman I want." He said this quite nonchalantly, and Hermione sighed.

"Why do we keep playing this?" she asked, suddenly serious.

Ron shrugged and leaned in to place his lips gently and quickly below her ear. "Because we both want it."

At that moment, Mandy returned with a tray holding ten shot glasses filled with dark colored liquids. Ron smiled appreciatively up at her. "Thanks," he said slyly as she turned and left the table again.

Ron reached for two of the shots and held one out to the woman at his right. "On three," he told her, and she nodded. "One, two, three." They clanked the shots and both downed them quickly. The liquid burned as it went down, and Ron cringed for a split second before shaking it off. He looked up at Hermione who had an awful look on her face as she wiped her mouth.

"What the hell is that?" she asked, disgusted.

He shrugged. "I dunno. Liquor- that's all that matters."

"Exactly right, my friend."

The last sentence was spoken by a new voice, and both Ron and Hermione looked up to see their other best friend, Harry Potter, standing in front of their table. He was dressed from head to toe in black, and he looked a little intimidating with the black hair to match. Harry grinned at them both.

"Getting her drunk?" he asked teasingly as he pulled up another chair and joined them.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I think that's his intention. And nice to see you, too, Harry," she finished sarcastically.

Harry flashed her a little smile and said, "I'm sorry. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Granger. Is that better?" He leaned over and kissed her cheek in question.

Hermione just rolled her eyes for probably the millionth time that evening.

"What? I don't get a greeting?" Ron asked in mock-offense.

Harry grinned and winked a little. "I'd give you the same greeting, but you know I can only kiss you in private," he teased.

Ron smirked and nodded. "Right. I forgot."

"Honestly," Hermione said under her breath as she reached for another shot.

Ron and Harry both shrugged as though they didn't know what the big deal was before each reaching for their own shot. "I think 'Mione's getting jealous," Harry said before clinking his glass with the other two and turning it up. He instantly set the glass down once it was empty and appeared to be forcing down a gagging reflex. "What the fuck is that?!"

Hermione, who appeared to have taken the second shot a little easier than the first, shrugged and said, "I don't know. Why don't you ask Mandy?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in question, and Ron answered.

"The waitress."

Almost as if on cue, Mandy appeared at their table. "Can I get you anything, Mr. Potter?" she asked timidly, eyeing Hermione the entire time. Hermione smirked but managed to keep her comments to herself.

Harry flashed the woman one of his brilliant smiles. "Perhaps your name?"

The blonde's pale skin instantly flushed as she quietly answered the question. "Mandy."

Harry's smile widened. "Ah," he said smoothly, "the elusive Mandy."

Mandy's blue-green eyes widened a bit in curiosity. "Excuse me?"

Harry just shook his head in a dismissive way and said, "Well, Mandy, maybe you could tell me what this horrid concoction is?" He motioned toward the remaining five shots.

"Trust me," she said seriously, "you don't want to know. It's the strongest we've got, and I just figured it might be helpful in dealing with." her eyes flashed briefly at Hermione, "things."

Harry nodded and then reached for her hand. "Well, maybe you might be helpful in dealing with things, too," he said suggestively. Mandy blushed even more, and both Ron and Hermione snorted with laughter. Harry ignored them both. "What time do you get out of here?"

"Nine," she said shyly, still blushing furiously.

"See you at nine then," Harry finished with a wink. Mandy bit her lower lip and nodded before disappearing yet again.

Ron and Hermione both instantly broke into laughter. Harry looked at them silently. "Is there a problem?"

"That was the absolute worst pick-up line I have ever heard," Hermione said breathlessly. Then she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Wait, no it's not. I forgot about, 'I have a really good broomstick. Wanna go for a ride?' That was the worst."

Harry looked curiously at Ron who winked at him and nodded, answering the silent question of whether or not the line had been the redhead's. Harry laughed and said, "That's pretty good. I'll have to use it sometime."

Hermione was looking very thoughtful and then frowned. "You know what? I take it back. That wasn't even the worst."

"What was?" Ron and Harry both asked.

Hermione snickered. "Once when we were seventeen, I heard Seamus Finnigan trying to pick up some Ravenclaw, and he said, 'Can use my magic wand to pull a rabbit out of your hat?'"

It was a good thing that neither Ron nor Harry was drinking anything at the moment because they would very likely have sprayed half the restaurant when they erupted into unison guffaws.

"That calls for another shot," Harry said, passing shots to both Ron and Hermione. "Next time I see Finnigan, I'm gonna have to congratulate him on that one."

Ron nodded in agreement before starting the count for the shots. "One, two, three." Clinking the glasses, all three friends turned the shots up and downed them.

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Two hours and several rounds of shots later, the alcohol was starting to kick in. Hermione was completely gone, and Harry and Ron were both starting to feel the effects as well, though neither of them as much as their female counterpart. She was giggling like mad and currently giving them the play-by-play on every single pickup line she'd ever been faced with and the acts that had followed each one.

Harry and Ron were both laughing along, finding the situation quite humorous. Between laughter, Harry finally managed to get a request out. "Hermione, take off your shirt."

The statement caused Hermione to burst into laughter and shake her head, giggling all the while.

"Watch it, Potter," Ron said in what was obviously his best attempt at being threatening while heavily under the influence of alcohol. He couldn't help the tiny laugh that escaped at the end of his threat.

Harry just raised his eyebrows and continued to laugh. "What? She takes it off for you all the time!"

This caused Hermione to giggle even more. "Shh!" she hissed loudly, obviously trying very hard to keep a straight face.

"It's the truth!" Harry protested. "I feel left out!"

Hermione giggled and let her head drop onto the table in front of her before raising it and looking at the dark-haired man across from her. "You really want me to take my shirt off? You want me to do it for real?" She giggled loudly.

"Hell yeah!" Harry nodded rapidly.

"No!" Ron protested loudly.

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

Hermione giggled yet again and shushed them loudly. Placing a finger to each of their lips, she shook her head and whispered, very loudly, "Shh. Don't fight!" They both shut up and looked at her expectantly. "I'll make a deal with you," she said grinning. "I'll take my shirt off."

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed loudly.

"BUT," Hermione cut him off, "not for you, Harry." He looked at her bewildered. But Hermione just turned to Ron and said, "I'll do it for you." She leaned and placed her lips against his. "Later tonight."

"Goddamn!" Harry said in a near shout. "What the hell?!"

Hermione removed her lips from Ron's grinning ones to turn back to her other best friend. "Don't worry, Harry," she said gently. "I bet Mandy will take her shirt off for you." As if to prove a point, Hermione stood up and actually yelled across the restaurant, "Mandy! We need you over here!"

She giggled even louder as Ron yanked her back into a sitting position, on his lap nonetheless. The waitress appeared at their table seconds later.

"Yes?" she asked nervously.

Hermione gave her a friendly smile. "Hi, Mandy."

"Hi." Mandy was glancing around anxiously.

Hermione continued to smile as she continued to speak. "My friend," she motioned across the table at Harry, "wants you to take your shirt off." Harry and Ron both started snickering loudly, but Hermione continued as serious as ever, completely oblivious to the look of horror on the waitress' face. "You should really do it, you know? He's really famous, and he's got a lot of money. I mean a lot." She stressed the final part and smiled back at the other woman.

Mandy was stunned speechless, and she started moving her mouth wordlessly. Harry just laughed and shook his head at her. "Go ahead and bring the bill," he said, trying to get a serious face. "I think we've had enough."

Mandy nodded, still in shock, and left their table once again.

Ron was still laughing at the scene that had just played out, but Hermione actually looked a little worried. "I don't think she's going to do it, Harry," she said gently.

Harry laughed and shook his head. "It's okay," he assured her.

But Hermione just cocked her head to one side and gave him a sympathetic sick puppy-dog look. "Ah, but I feel bad!" Then it was clear that she was hit with a brilliant idea. "Do you want to touch my ass?"

Harry's head instantly shot up. "Yes!" he said just a little too urgently.

Hermione smiled and started to get up, but Ron tightened the grasp he had on her and held her down. "No," he said sharply, sending a very threatening look in Harry's direction.

Hermione sighed and turned her head to look at Ron. "What's it to you, Weasley?" she asked, a bit of the Granger-attitude they'd grown to know quite well over the past years showing through. "You don't own me. You don't even have any kind of claim."

Harry snorted.

Ron just looked at Hermione, though. "But I don't want to share you." He leaned in and placed his lips directly over the very sensitive spot right behind her ear and began to suck very gently. This, of course, made Hermione forget all about the sudden over-possessiveness Ron was showing, and she tilted her head to the side and leaned into his lips, moaning softly as her eyes fluttered shut.

Harry groaned. "Oh, get a room," he said with a roll of the eyes.

Mandy returned with the bill and looked nervously at Ron and Hermione who seemed quite engaged. "Uh, who gets this?" she asked quietly, holding up the paper.

Hermione raised back up and looked between the two men. "Umm. Oh, hell, give it to him," she said while swinging her head backwards in the direction of Ron. "Harry can spend his money on you, Mandy," she said with a grin. "If you take your shirt off." Harry and Ron both broke out into laughter again, and Mandy just swallowed as she held the bill out to Ron.

Ron took out his moneybag and removed several pieces of gold. "Keep the change," he said while wounding one hand with Hermione's.

Mandy looked down at the very big tip. "Uh, thanks," she said still nervously.

"See you tonight," Harry said with a quick wink. "Nine o'clock."

Mandy managed a weak grin before leaving them for the last time.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Well, I hope she's good," he said, gathering up his things and gently moving Hermione off of his lap, so he could stand up. "Because if she's not, 'Mione went to a hell of a lot of trouble for nothing."

"I'll let you know tomorrow, eh?" Harry asked slyly as he, too, got up.

Ron nodded. "I'll call you. Not too early, though," he said with a meaningful glance in Hermione's direction.

Harry smiled and nodded, understanding the implication quite easily. "I should have my phone on me wherever I am." They all used several Muggle appliances, and cellular telephones were ones that they found quite a necessity, especially with Hermione and Harry having grown up in Muggle homes.

"See you then," Ron said with a quick grin as he reached for Hermione's hand and helped her to stand. She seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the concept.

Harry laughed and said, "You're not Apparating, are you?"

Ron shook his head as he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist. "No, we'll take Floo."

Harry nodded. "See you then." And he watched as Ron walked away with Hermione leaning fully against him, struggling under her added weight.

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