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As the night wore on, the music got faster and the drinks flowed without halt. Luna and Rolf were dancing madly in the center of guests who hadn't quite reached their level as of yet. George had followed the couple's example and he and Angelina were jumping up and down flailing their arms madly. George's glass of Firewhiskey precariously held between four fingers. Harry was dancing at a slightly slower pace with Ginny and trying not to step on her toes to much. Ron was doing almost the same with Hermione only he had had more drinks than Harry.
"Woo-hoo! C'mon Harry have 'nother," Ron slurred. He handed Harry a glass of Firewhiskey from the tray of a waiter, which Harry downed in one gulp. He grinned at Ron and twirled Ginny around suddenly, "Feel the breeze!" Ginny's hair came out from her up-do and she glared at Harry until he appeased her with an apologetic look. She smiled and took his hand to lead him further on the dance floor where the guests were dancing to the latest single from the Weird Sisters, her favorite band.
Ginny sang along with the lyrics and picked up a glass of Champagne from a passing waiter.
"May as well have a bit of fun," she said downing the glass.
"Oh come on Gin," began Harry, "Champagne? Is that as reckless as Ginerva Weasley can get?"
"Potter wants a contest huh? You can't even function after only two glasses of Firewhiskey!" Ginny spat.
Fully intending to defend his manhood, Harry marched over to the refreshment table, dragging Ginny across the dance floor behind him and proceeded to chug four lare glasses. Hiccupping, he said, "How's that eh? Didn't think Parry Hotter could handle his liquor?" At this moment a girl who had been watching them from the other side of the table giggled. She had large blue eyes and was wearing a yellow Muggle sundress under a darker yellow robe. "Who are you?" she said giggling.
"Don't you know who I am? I'm The Boy Who Lived b-"
"ALRIGHT HARRY!" shouted Ginny. Ron stumbled over to them sans Hermione, "Hey Harry c'mon, c'ere," he said drunkenly. Ron led Harry by the sleeve to a patch of grass tan feet away from the wedding where George, Bill, Charlie, Lee Jordan, Neville, Seamus, Dean, and looking as though he had been dragged there against his better wishes-Percy.
"Alright so here's the seal," said George, meaning deal. "The first one to successf'ly steal no less than but who gives a hippogriff more than three pairs of girls undies without using magic gets….gets….well he gets a prize…a nice prize."
"What? I-I don't know," said Neville, sounding a bit like his pre-war self.
"Oi! C'mon Nev it'll be a breeze, all these witches think we're heroes they won't mind one bit," said Lee.
"Well I'll do it, I c'n do't," said Harry.
"Yeah," said Ron, Seamus, Bill, Charlie, and Dean.
"Well Perce?" said George.
"Alright alright but gimme another glass first," he said.
Percy downed another glass of Firewhiskey and then the boys split up to grab their loot. No of them gave a thought as to how they would get under all those layers robes and cloaks.
"This'll be interesting," said George to Lee.
Stay Tuned For Chapter 3!