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Slight smut Warning!

Waking up was something that I didn't want to do. 

My head had been pounding from last night. Plus Draco was nowhere to be seen. I don't blame him of course. I reach over to his clock and it reads 10am. No way he would've slept in that late. I find a pair of jeans that i left in his room and slip them on, still in his tee. I grab a piece of parchment and start to write an apology to Hermione. I don't think she'll want to see me face to face. I'll apologise to Ron though. 

Dear Hermione, 

I am absolutely mortified that i kissed Ron last night. I promise you I was well wasted. Don't get me wrong, Ron's nice and all but he's not my type, Hermione and I could tell in his eyes that he would've definitely preferred kissing you. 100%. I'm soooooooo sorry. I can hardly put it into words. I, of course don't know if you like him. This is just me double checking for sure, you don't hate me forever. If you don't like him (I'm pretty sure you do) I'm sorry for kissing your friend. But if you do. I will never do it again anyway. Drunk or otherwise. I would offer you one of my friends to kiss to make up for it but you'd probably rather get a detention than kiss my friends. And also that's not what I'm here to say. I honestly could hardly think straight, let alone walk it. Which doesn't make it right but hopefully you understand. I'm also mortified that Theo punched him and more mortified that I left the party as suddenly as I did. Please, please forgive me. Not that I deserve it. 

Bree 

Truth is I can hardly remember kissing Ron. All I remember of him being punched by Theo. I have no idea if it was a full make out? a gentle kiss? Did he use his hands? I have no idea. I thought I'd apologise in the biggest way i knew how. Next on my apology list was Ron. There are multiple places I thought I'd find him. But I had a feeling he'd be right outside of the kitchens. He's always hungry after a hangover. I can see him in his long cloak standing right outside.

"You're pretty easy to catch" I say, scarring him as i walk through the corridor.

"Blimey, Bree. You scared the life out of me" He turns around to me, a brown bag in hand ready to be filled with food. His temple is bruised badly as the purple surrounds a snake shaped scar. I can't believe Nott did that. Especially with a ring on. 

I sigh before what I'm about to say. "I'm so sorry Ron, Theo punched you. I have no idea why on earth he did. But I'm horrified that he did. You don't deserve that at all. Especially if it makes things with Hermione difficult. I already sent her an owl. Apologising. I'm so sorry Ron."

"Look, Bree. It's honestly fine. Am I well pissed that i didn't get to punch the Cocky Bastard in his filthy mouth?" He looks down at me "Yes. But I don't blame you one bit, Bree. It's not your fault that you have to hang around with them." His face darkens. 

Phew. He's not mad. "Thanks Ron. Really sorry about the scar. But at least you match Harry now." 

He laughs back at me. "But at least we made someone jealous, right?" He grins maliciously. "A cocky Bastard but still."

I roll my eyes playfully "Alright, Ron. I'll see you round." I walk off as he waves at me, facing turning back to the kitchen. I decide to head over to my dorm. To grab all my things to have a swim down in the black lake. When I get to my dorm, my owls there already with a reply from Hermione. I sit over at the desk and read it. 

Hey Bree,

I don't hate you. Was i shocked when I saw you kiss Ron? Yes. Did i feel anything. No. Okay maybe a tiny bit of feeling. How do you know? How do you always know? If this letters intercepted I might die of embarrassment. I completely understand it was a drunken mistake although I'd prefer if it didn't happen with Ron again? I may like him more than I'm letting on. If I'm being honest I was well cross last night, but you sending me this letter and having a good sleep calmed me down. Am I insane? I'm starting to wonder. Please don't think I'm like possessive or anything. Uh I'm cringing so hard at myself. 

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