Prompt: Alcohol
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Post-DH
Summary: "Love, I do believe you're drunk."
A/N: Written for rhr100
"Love, I do believe you're drunk."
Hermione giggled, collapsing into Ron's arms. "Shhh, don't tell Ron; he'll take the mickey out of me."
Ron laughed, enjoying this more than he should. "I wouldn't dream of it, love."
"Stop calling me that! I'm Ron's love, not yours."
Well what could he say to that?
"I don't think Ron knows that," Hermione said, as serious as someone who was sloshed could.
"Why's that?"
"Don't know. I should tell him."
"You can tell him in the morning," Ron whispered, and eased her down onto the nearby couch; she fell asleep immediately. "Night, Love."
