Title: Challenge: The Morning After Suprise

Author: Fire Goddess

1) Ron or Harry being naked
2) A proposal (from anyone to anyone)
3) Apple juice has to be mentioned
4) Someone has to choke on home-made cake/pie
5) Blaise's mum has to make an appearance

Hermione had though she’d only drank apple-juice the night before at the party. Well, obviously she was wrong because laying next to her Ron Weasley. A very naked Ron Weasley, Hermione discovered when he nearly rolled on top of her.

Now, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the two of them had actually been involved, Hermione thought, but if they’d broken up in half way through seventh year, what was he doing in her bed? But the pounding in her brain wouldn’t really allow for proper brain functioning.

Wait…this wasn’t her bed. Or her bedroom, come to think of it. Her room was tan and maroon, slightly smaller and much cleaner than this. This room made her head hurt. It was pink with nasty white frilly lace and flowers she assumed were roses all over.

“Hermione, dear, are you up?” A light female voice asked distantly.

God, would the surprises never end this morning?

Just then, a beautiful middle aged Italian women looking suspiciously like that cad Zabini walked in holding a steaming cup of coffee and a slice of peach pie. “Whoever you are, I love you,” Hermione said in what she hoped was a normal voice.

“Ah, Blaise said you’d say something like that if I brought you coffee.”

Hermione only snorted and was about to make a lunge for the coffee when Ron draped an arm across her and mumbled, “But Harry, I love you! Will you marry me? Ah, that was why they’d broken up.

“Dear, don’t mind Harry…he had a bit of a spoof with Harry last night, don’t you remember? Here, eat this pie – my own special recipe for getting rid of those nasty hangovers, if you ask me. Blaise will be in shortly.”

Hermione could only gape at the women who walked out the door, thinking that perhaps she’d better just drink the coffee and not ask any questions. Settling down against the headboard, she had just taken a bite of the pie when she heard shouting coming from down the hall and nearly choked.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, POTTER!”

“That’s not what you said last night, Blaise.”

No, the surprises never would stop as long as she was with these men.

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