[ first of all, thank you guys so much for 94k reads, eeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!! and second of all, i finally have an outline for this story! its going to have 'c' as the chapter title which is 100, but the total is 114 so there's going to be a really really long end with the next gen kids and married life!!! ]

     Hermione Granger tapped her foot unconsciously as she waited in the classroom her and her friends had called their own ever since they stepped foot in it. On the opposite side of the room was Ron. He had skipped class and was hiding out in the room since lunch was so close, and the cooks had put nuggets on the menu for today. No way was he missing out on that. But what he was missing out on is the fact that she was seen kissing Draco Malfoy this morning.

     Boy, what was his reaction going to be... 

     That sentence looped in her brain without her wanting too and she made all these different responses to it. About eighty percent of it was completely bad, and the rest was what she hoped it would be. Knowing Ron? Maybe eighty percent seems like a hundred. But she couldn't be a hundred percent sure.

     Ugh! Why couldn't Harry have the same class as her. It would've been easier to just get it over and done with. Maybe? Maybe it wouldn't. Oh god, what is going on with-

     "Uh... Mione, you alright?" Ron said, moving a little from his 'browsing-position' - which was him laying down on a bunch of pillows with a laptop on his chest - as he called it. He raised an eyebrow which made her blush a little because she was drawing a ton of things from practically nothing. Or maybe not. "You look like you need to relax, butterbeer or firewhiskey?" He asked while lifting up two different drinks to her.

     The brunette gaped at him, "How did you manage to smuggle alcohol into school?" 

     "Filch doesn't care as much about food and drinks when your brothers are taking out a couple of things from their old hiding spots." He smirked, "butterbeer then?" 

     At the glare he got, he shrugged and tossed it to her with precision. Even with her mediocre hand-to-eye coordination and shriek, she managed to catch the unopened can. "I should report you to Professor Mcgonagall." 

     The threat wasn't threatening at all, mostly because she was chugging down her drink like there was no tomorrow. So he just smiled a little at her behind his drink. It was silent for a few minutes before she walked over to him and laid down next to him. "What are you doing?"

     "Watching por- ow! Sheesh, just a joke Mione." Ron said with a wince since she hit him on his shoulder, "one I didn't get to finish." He added the last part a little quieter while inching away from her. 

     "Can you turn on Beauty and the Beast?" She asked him.

     "Nooo," He whined, "we watch that way too much. I'm lucky it's not The Notebook or whatever, but how many times have I watched that with you?"

     "Probably a thousand."

     "See? We can find something else to watch. Jacksepticeye?"

     "How do you find someone playing games entertaining?"

     "How do you find the same story not boring?"

     "At least you could learn something from it." 

     "What? The Stockholm Syndrome or the beastiality?"

     "Like reading a book gets you somewhere in life."

     "A social life could do the same-" "God, you two catfight nearly every two seconds when i'm not here." Harry sighs as he walks into the room while taking off his bag. "Five if i'm there, so I wonder why you're still friends."

     "Mione makes the best pie." Ron said, putting an arm around her. 

     "And Ron's the only one who can beat me in chess. You suck Harry." Hermione chimed in while smirking to which he rolled his eyes at. 

     "You look stressed mate. Snape giving you a hard time?" The ginger asked, taking notice of the bags underneath his eyes. Harry looked at him in silence for a few seconds before nodding,

     "Not really. Just exams in general, already gotten two D's according to Zabini who was caught snooping in the professors drawers so either mum or uncle Remus is going to kill me." He ended the sentence with a groan, closing his eyes and sliding down onto the floor. His two friends exchanged looks before walking over to sit down on either side of him. He cuddled slightly more into Hermione's side since she was more comfortable than Ron. 

     "Don't worry Harry," She said comfortingly while playing with the strands of his hair, "I'm sure they'll understand. And if they don't, the worse thing they'll do is not let you practice for a couple of weeks."

     Farthest from her, Ron was gasping and stuttering as if there was a gigantic monster in front of him, "What?! They can't do that right?! I mean, Harry' s dad used to play right?!" His questions were met with two twin sighs. And also one mean glare from Hermione. But he calmed down slightly when he realised neither of them would answer questions like that. "Too bad you can't go back in time like in those nerd shows Mione watches."

     With a dark blush on her cheeks Hermione said, "They are not nerd shows Ronald."

     "Potato, potahto." He said, waving her off while wincing when this time Harry hit his shoulder. 

     "Please stop fighting." The black-haired boy practically whined, sinking deeper into the floor while slightly wishing that it would swallow him up. They stayed like that in silence for a few minutes, just drifting off into their own memories before Ron spoke up, "Hey. If we're somehow single by the time we're fifty, you think we could get married?"

     "What?!"

     "We wouldn't have to have se- ow! Christ let me finish Mione!" Ron grumbled, "We could just go on with our lives like normal, maybe live with each other or something but somehow we wouldn't be single like all our friends with kids."

     "Maybe," Hermione said, "but I kind of don't think any of us would be single at the age of fifty." While they discussed the possibility of marriage and the future, Harry had run back through the events of his day. Which made him straighten up and dust himself off before asking,

     "So Hermione, are you going to explain what happened this morning?" At the question, Ron turned to his best friend with curiousity since he didn't know what had happened. Hermione shifted a little nervously but took a deep breath to calm herself.

     "I'm dating Draco."

     "Wait, Draco? As in... Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Blonde Malfoy? Ferret Malfoy? G-" 

     "Yes Ronald, how many other Draco's do you know?" Hermione asked with a little bit of frustration seeping into her voice. 

     "Why?" Harry asked her calmly. A little... too calm for her liking.

     "Because he makes me feel feelings I haven't felt before, and he's an amazing person when you get to know him." She answered simply. It was true and though she was calm on the outside she wanted to beg them to fucking say something. 

     "Look Mione, I can't honestly tell you that i'm happy for you because I can tell you a thousand reasons why you shouldn't go out with him," Ron said which made her laugh for a second because that was probably true, "but I promise not to try and purposefully screw up your relationship."

     "Thanks Ron." She said, kissing him on the cheek. It meant a lot to her that he wasn't freaking out. When she turned towards the other boy he looked like he was having a battle with himself. There was a bit of awkward silence but it was solved when he said teasingly,

     "God, what's wrong with you Mione?" She scoffed and hit his shoulder but smiled at his attempt to lighten the situation.

     "I couldn't have asked for better friends." 

     "Actually, you could." The three of them looked up to see Neville, Ginny and Luna standing in the doorway. The first two bringing a bunch of food nicked from the Great Hall. Hermione laughed at the younger girl while Ron half-heartedly threw a pillow her way which was terrible with Ginny's reflexes. 

     "So, why are we all here?" Neville asked while passing out food for each of them. And that's how the six of them managed to start their journey towards walking out of school just slightly tipsy that day. Well, you're only sixteen once.