A/N: Hey, this is the chapter with Harry's party, then a party at the Weasley's afterwards. I wanted to do the party so bad since I started this fic. I just want to thank all of you who are reading this, as I know I'm no J.K. Rowling. Thanks for putting up with me and my sad idea of good writing.

At Last

By Wolf Speaker

Chapter 3:
Intoxipowder

The day of the party finally arrived. I was so excited! I was going to see Harry, and I hadn't seen him since the train last year! I wore a beautiful sundress that fit my body perfectly. I had changed a lot over the summer. My hair was long; down to the small of my back. It was turning more of an auburn color than a red (though it still looked relatively red), and my figure had certainly changed (for the good). I was really looking forward to the party, when something hit me…

"Hermione, how are we getting to Harry's party?" I asked cautiously, as if I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer.

"We'll be driving. What I'm really worried about is how Harry, Ron, Fred, and George are going to get out of the Dursley's," answered Hermione. "We might have to give Dudley another Ton-Tongue Toffee."

She smiled an evil sort of grin that reminded me of Fred (George wasn't ever really good at the "evil grin").

"Hermione, are you serious?" I laughed.

"Extremely, except maybe it should be a Canary Crème instead. Lets owl the guys and see," she said, the evil grin still there.

*

Harry was daydreaming when he realized it would be almost impossible to get past the Dursleys. That's when Hermione's owl came swooping into his room, and Ron jumped up rather quickly, scaring the owl half to death, only to find out that it was addressed to all of them.

Dear guys,

To make a long story short, Ginny and I have come up with a way to get you guys out of the house. You might want to see if Fred and George have any of those Canary Cremes left. Dudley wouldn't be able to resist, considering he's still on that diet. It is possible that in all the mayhem of the Dursleys going crazy you could sneak out the door. Just make it look like you guys are headed up the stairs (Harry, as I don't know what the house is like, you may have to go out the back door). Happy trails!

Hermione

Wow, Harry thought, I never knew Hermione was so much like Fred and George.

"Guys," Harry said, "It's time for action. Canary Cremes?"

"Check! We bring a load where ever we go," said Fred

"Wands?" asked Captain Harry.

"Check," said the twins and Ron.

"Gifts?" Harry smiled.

"Check" grinned the others.

"We're off, men. Hup, two, three, four!" yelled Harry.

*

I was going crazy as I waited for the answer from the guys. But something told me (you know, that little annoying voice inside that gets very annoying after a while?) that everything was going to be okay. Maybe it wasn't that annoying always-right voice. Hermione kept muttering "It'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay." Okay, I don't want to sound mean, but how paranoid is that? She comes up with the idea, and it was almost for sure to work, and here she is muttering to herself like a lunatic. Gosh, I hope the guys are okay…

*

"RUN!" Yelled Harry, as in the background you could hear Uncle Vernon roaring furiously.

They ran to Mrs. Figg's house, who Harry had found out was a witch placed in the area to keep a close watch on him as he grew up. She was a part of the Ministry of Magic.

"MRS. FIGG!" Harry yelled as he pounded on the door. "Mrs. Figg, can we come in?"

"Harry! How are you? How's your holiday been?" said Mrs. Figg as she opened the door.

"Wonderful, but could we stay here for a little while?" Harry said rather quickly.

"Of course, dear," she said, opening the door wider to let all of the boys through.

"Thanks. We just need to stay here until noon. We have a party to go to at Kletch Park," said Harry.

"Yeah, do you know any faster ways of transportation than walking?" asked George.

"Hmm…" she said as she thought. "You could always take your brooms. You'll just have to be careful." She winked.

"Would you happen to have 3 invisibility cloaks?" asked Harry. "I already have all of my stuff here. I figured I'd be on the run from the Dursleys."

"Sure, I keep all of my spares in the cupboard under the stairs. You guys have fun!" she laughed.

*

Ten minuets later…

*

"JUST FOLLOW MY VOICE!" yelled Harry.

"Why don't you just whistle 'Mary had a little lamb'?" joked Fred from somewhere behind Harry.

He did, too. At least the Weasley's could tell they were going the right way. They were there in a few minuets. They were a half-hour early, so they put the brooms in one of the toilets and put the invisibility cloaks over them. If people tripped, they'd blame it on the wet floor.

Hermione and I got there about 10 minuets later. We hadn't felt like waiting, so we came early.

"Hi," everyone chorused at once, and everyone began to laugh.

"Hey, Harry, is anyone else invited? Besides us, I mean?" Hermione asked, and walked over closer to Ron, who looked rather bewildered (honestly, do boys know absolutely nothing?)

Harry didn't seem to be paying attention, as (and I'm very happy to say this) he was watching me. But he answered not a moment too late, and he said "Well, I invited Oliver Wood, but I figured he wouldn't come, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, and Angelina Johnson. I doubt they're coming either."

"So in other words, you invited the quidditch team and us," I said, smiling slightly.

"I guess so. Well, I know it's early, but I don't think anybody else is coming, so lets have some fun. I have a few things set up for later, but for now, we don't quite have anything planned," said Harry

"Hey, lets leave some Canary Cremes around, and watch the muggles explode into feathers!" said Fred, with that evil grin he's so good at.

"I can't believe you want to do that!" said Hermione. "I mean, that would cause havoc that would be all over the muggle news and everything!"

"Don't forget, Hermione," said Ron, surprising everyone (including himself, I think) and putting his arm around Hermione's waist "Havoc is what Fred and George live off of."

"Yeah, it's mother's milk to us," joked George, who was trying (and failing) not to laugh.

"Yeah, come on Hermione! Don't be such a spoil sport!" said Fred.

Hermione did eventually give in, and we all went to sit on the swings as we waited for someone to eat the dreaded Canary Crème. Surprisingly enough, Neville Longbottom came (weird how this stuff happens) and ate the pastry. And, of course, there were no muggles around (we were the only ones in the park that day, though we did see the occasional running freak), so we all laughed and had a good time. Neville even stayed for a while. But after he left, it seemed Harry thought we should get to some of the "planned" stuff.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure Hermione knows how to play this, but does anyone else know how to play 'Truth or Dare'?"

Now, I had no clue what this was, but it didn't sound good to me. And once I found out that the twins already knew what it was, I knew it wasn't good.

"We know!" yelled the twins.

"It's a muggle game where someone asks someone else 'truth or dare' and they pick one. Whichever one they pick, they have to do it. If you pick truth, you have to answer a question truthfully. If you pick dare, you have to do whatever the person tells you to," explained George.

How did I know.

"Um… okay," I said. Ron looked like he really wanted to play, and Hermione didn't seem to be listening.

"Who's going to go first?" I asked.

"I want to ask somebody first," Ron said. Unfortunately, he was looking at me. Damn.

Everyone else seemed to agree, though. "Sure," said Harry, giving me a worried glance. "You can go first, if you want."

"Okay, I pick…" thought Ron. "Hermione, truth or dare."

I personally thought it was kind of dumb for him to pick her, as if she said dare, everyone would want her to kiss Ron or something, and if she said truth, everyone would ask her things like "How long have you been completely witless?" Goddess, have mercy on her poor soul.

"Um… truth," she said, cringing.

"Okay," said George, with his best try at the evil grin. "Do you fancy anybody besides Ron?"

Ron, who still had his arm around Hermione's waist, looked at her expectantly.

"Since I started to fancy Ron, or now?" she asked, looking like she didn't want to know.

"Since you started, please," said Fred.

"Okay… Do I have to answer?" she asked pleadingly. Ron pulled her closer, and she laid her head on his shoulder. It was **sniff** so touching.

"Yes, with truth, you have to tell the truth, and you have to answer," said George.

"Okay. Nobody can scream, or yell things like 'that's gross!' okay? I- I fancied Harry for a very short time. Like, a week," said Hermione, growing redder by the second.

Things were quiet for a moment, when Harry cleared his throat, and said, "You pick someone now, Hermione."

"Okay," she said, looking rather relieved. "I pick…" I knew before she even said it. "Ginny."

"Ya know, if Fred and George weren't here, I'd actually pick dare. But knowing the way their disgusting little minds work, I'll pick truth," I said calmly, as if it didn't matter to me. I felt Harry stiffen a bit behind me, and started to regret my decision.

"Alright," once again, the twins were taking over. "This one's harder, as I don't want to be mean to my baby sister." I stuck my tongue out at them. "Have you ever fancied Neville Longbottom?"

I couldn't believe it. Yes, I had, when I first came to Hogwarts, but it lasted for about 2 days. But I have to tell the truth. "Yeah," I mumbled, "for about 2 days when I first came to Hogwarts."

I felt Harry loosen up again, and I knew he didn't care. I decided to get rid of one of the Disaster Duo, so…"Fred, truth or dare?"

"Definitely dare," he said, though he didn't look as confident as he sounded.

"Alright," said George. "You have to find a muggle, and offer them a Canary Crème. If they take it, you'll have to do a memory charm on them, if they don't, you have to beg them for money."

Honestly, I think George invented this game.

We all hid behind a very wide tree as we waited for a muggle to pass by. Fred offered the pastry to a woman and her children. The kiddies would have gladly taken it, but we heard their mother say "Now, darlings, you should never accept food from strangers." When Fred started begging for money, the woman actually gave him some. With Harry and Hermione around, they were surprised. She had given him "twenty bugs". It took a while for everyone to stop laughing after that one. But the next victim was…

"Harry, truth or dare?" asked Fred.

Now it was my turn to give Harry a worried glance. Either way, it could be something humiliating.

"Um… truth," he said at last. Well, this was going to be interesting.

"Yay! I was hoping you'd pick that. Do you, or have you, in any way, ever, fancied Ginny?" said Fred, with the evil grin. I wanted to slap him so hard right then. I could feel my face heating up, as I probably turned redder than Fred, George, and Ron's hair combined.

"Yeah," said Harry, his face a crimson to challenge my own.

"Alright, we need more details than just 'yeah'!" yelled George.

"Yeah, I fancy her right now, and I have for about a year," mumbled Harry.

"Well, well, well. I think this is a match made in hea-" but before Fred could finish, I had done something nobody would expect. I took Harry, and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Things were rather quiet after that, but Fred decided to continue the conversation.

"Hey!" he said "Now all we need is Angelina and Alicia here, and we'd all be happy, wouldn't we?"

Everyone laughed, and calmed down. There was only one person left to play.

"George," said Harry, as he came over and put his arms around me **sigh**. "Truth or dare?"

"Definitely dare," he said.

"I dare you to… to find another muggle and pretend to speak Spanish, and make it seem like you want to get to Mexico!" I honestly don't know where he gets this stuff. Just because he was comfortable, I snuggled up against Harry as I was laughing.

"Alright, whatever," said George, all too calmly.

"George," I said.

"Yes?" he asked, once again too innocently.

"Wand. Now," I said. Everyone laughed, as he reluctantly gave up his wand.

Once again, everyone stood by watching as George tried to find someone to torture. After a while, someone showed up, and George got to it, being very funny, as he was screaming "MEXICO! YO MUY LOST! MEXICO!" at the people he found. After a while, they just walked away.

"Well, we're done with truth or dare," I said. "I'm not sure I liked it much anyway. All of those secrets exposed. But I did quite enjoy watching Fred and George scare the crap out of people."

And, of course, the twins bowed saying, "Thank you, good lady, for your wondrous compliment."

*

After a while, though, we did have to leave. Hermione was the only one that hadn't been planing on coming to our house, so Ron invited her to say with us for a while. We were going to have a party tonight, as our parents weren't going to be home until 3 days later.

"You see, Harry," said Fred "you just invite people to just come over for a party right before you have one. I bet Alicia, Katie, and Angelina will come to our party!"

"Yeah, but I'm just a lowly 5th year. I'm not important enough to have you guys at my party," said Harry, pretending to look hurt.

"Oh, it's okay baby," I said, unable to resist the chance to come over and put my arms around Harry. He grinned.

*

At the party, almost the whole Griffindor house was there, and Harry had all of his stuff upstairs in Ron's room, and Hermione's stuff was in my room. So, like I said, the whole Griffindor house was there, and we had a great party until…

"You want to sit down now?" asked Harry, after we had been dancing for about an hour straight.

"Yeah," I said, rather grateful for the chance to rest.

We went and sat down by Fred and George, who were acting strangely.

"Hello m'lady! Who art thou?" asked Fred.

"Hello Gred!" George said to Harry. "I'm Forge. No, wait, he's Forge, and if your Forge, and I'm Forge, no wait, I'm Gred!" George yelled, never quite getting to his point.

"Are you guys drunk?" I asked cautiously. I mean, Fred wasn't acting much different, but George would never act this stupid. I was getting rather scared.

"No! We're absotively-posolutely sober! I do like that powder stuff you put in the juice, Gred!" yelled Forge- I mean Fred.

Then it hit me like a muggle wrecking ball.

"DID YOU GUYS PUT THAT FUCKING INTOXIPOWDER SHIT IN THE PUMPKIN JUICE?" I screamed, but only Fred, George, and Harry heard me, since the music was so loud.

"NO WAY!" Harry yelled, looking like he was enjoying watching this.

Hermione must have heard me, because she came over and said, "What the hell's 'fucking intoxipowder shit'?"

"Um… well it's pretty much alcohol in a powder form… except it's worse. It takes about 10 hours to wear off, and they'll temporarily lose their memories," I explained, fighting not to laugh.

Hermione, on the other hand, looked completely shocked. "YOU MEAN THAT PUMPKIN JUICE RON'S DRINKING HAS THAT SHIT IN IT?" she yelled.

"OH MY GOD!" Harry and I yelled at the same time.

"Harry, we've got to get rid of that pumpkin juice!" I squealed, getting really nervous. We would end up with a mess of drunken idiots like this in our house!

"Don't worry, I'll be right back," said Harry, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek before running off and "accidentally" knocking over the jug of pumpkin juice. He picked it up, and put it back up on the table, empty.

"I hope you guys never get that shit in your possession again!" I yelled, but both of them had fallen asleep on the table.

Ron came over, promptly tripped over Fred's chair, and fell asleep facedown on the floor.

A/N: I got the intoxipowder idea from a fic I read last month. I don't remember who it was by, or I'd give them ample credit for their genius. But, until I remember, I'm afraid I'll have to take the credit **sigh**. Also, I have to double star my actions and sighs and stuff, because otherwise, the just become bold. Thank you once again for reading my poor little bit of fan fiction that keeps me amused, and hopefully does the same for you. Excuse me, a full moon is coming up soon, and I must prepare myself.

-Wolf Speaker