Disclaimer: I don't own them. I never have, I never will.

A/N: So I haven't been posting lately, but I've got a Sunday afternoon and a computer to myself, so what the hell? I was in the car with Ashley yesterday and this song came on the radio. It was the first time I'd heard it, as I'm more prone to CD's myself. I didn't even like it that much, I mean, I wouldn't even have payed attention if I hadn't hear a couple of the lines. They sparked this two-shot.

The phone's ringing. I can hear Lavender stirring in the bedroom and it's making me nauseous. I get off the couch and pad over to the small desk. Then I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" My voice is bleary and weighted with sleep.

"Ron?"

"Hermione?" I hear her sniff, as though she has a cold or something. "Are you sick?" I ask worriedly, sleepiness forgotten. Then I flinch guiltily. If Lavender knew who was on the phone…

"Not sick," (another sniff) "hafta talk t'you." It's only now that I realize that her words are slightly slurred.

"Are you – have you been drinking?" I ask incredulously. She can't have been. Prim, proper Hermione Granger – not that she never drinks, mind you, she's just a lot more responsible about it than say, Harry or me.

" 'Little," she replies. I can feel my eyes widen in shock. "But – Ron, I hafta tell you somethin'. You needa c'mover righ' now – "

"Hermione, it's –" I check the clock, "Two seventeen. In the morning."

"So?" She's not going to let this go.

"So Lavender's going to hear me leave and then she's going to hate you even more than she already does. Besides, last time I checked, you weren't speaking to me." It's true, but it's not why I don't want to go. I don't want to go because I am deathly afraid of what might – what will – happen. Hermione's drunk. I can tell you exactly what will occur –I'll go round to the flat she shares with Ginny (where is Gin, anyway?) and she'll tell me the real reason she's mad that I got back together with Lavender, which I think I know, but I refuse to think about it, because thinking would be hoping, and hoping would be mentally cheating on Lavender, and even though she annoys the hell out of me ninety percent of the time, it's nice to have someone want me. Besides, I am not the cheating kind of guy. Just because I don't particularly like my current girlfriend, just because the only reason I'm still with her after eight months is because I can't figure out how to break it off nicely – doesn't mean I should disrespect her and go off with some other girl. Then again, Hermione isn't just some other girl, she's the other girl….

I realize Hermione's saying something on the other end.

"I don't give a damn about that little tart, Ronald. Get over here, this instant." Uh oh. Hermione's pissed off. And drunk. And still capable of Apperating, I'm quite sure. So, either I go to Hermione's or she comes here. I sigh.

"I'm on my way."

"Good." The line goes dead.

Chapter 2 up tommorow!