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Thanks to my wonderful beta, Alliekiwi. Once again she has truly been a godsend in the creation of this story.

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Ron, George, Bill and Neville Apparated to the flat over Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. They descended down the stairs and out the door into the bustling Diagon Alley.

As they exited the door, George felt a slight pull on his robes. Turning around, he saw a little boy of around ten looking up at him.

"Are you Mr. Weasley?" he asked politely.

"Erm, yes," George replied.

"When are you going to open your shop?" he questioned.

"Look, kid. I'm kind of in the middle of a family crisis--" George trailed off.

The child gave him a glare and stalked away.

Hearing Bill chuckle, George turned and gave him a dirty glare.

"That's no way to run a business, George," he laughed.

"Stuff it," George murmured to the general amusement of his companions. Suddenly, George's eyes widened, and he was shoving his companions into Flourish and Blotts.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Ron roared once he'd been pushed through the door.

George put his finger to his lips, and pointed out the window down the street. As Ron peered out, he caught a glimpse of a red haired female walking into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"Shit, what is Ginny doing here?"

"I don't know, but if she sees us, we're toast."

Bill waved his wand and conjured four hoods that matched the color of their cloaks. "Put these on. Don't walk together; let's go one by one so that we don't draw suspicions," he said.

As the others nodded, Bill pulled his up over his head and stepped out of the store. Half a minute later, George followed suit.

"This is crazy, you know that?" Neville asked.

"Not if you know my sister it isn't," Ron replied as he stepped out of the door.

Neville took a deep sigh. He had seen just about every side of Ginny during their last school year, or so he thought as he pulled up his own hood and stepped out the door.

Carefully navigating themselves down the street, they finally reached the barrier between the Leaky Cauldron and the Alley. Bill gave it a tap with his wand, and soon the barrier disappeared and they entered the Leaky Cauldron.

No sooner had they sat down at the bar, than Hannah Abbot walked out of the kitchen.

Neville stood up and made his way over to hug her. "Hey, Hannah! How are you to-"

A loud smack interrupted his speech and a moment later he was lying on his back with his hand on the left side of his face.

"That should teach you to grab my arse when you're drunk," she snarled. "Pig!"

As Neville attempted to sit back up, she put her foot on his shoulder and pushed him back down to the floor. "Hannah!" he exclaimed as she kicked him in the gut.

Hannah turned to storm back into the kitchen, but was stopped by the gentle pressure of Bill's hand on her shoulder.

"Hannah, please. We need your help," he said kindly.

"First of all, you owe me a hundred galleons," she spat.

"A hundred galleons!?" Bill stuttered. "But the steaks were only four galleons and seven sickles each, and we only had two rounds of Firewhisky…" he trailed off.

"Hah!" she exclaimed. "That's rich! You think you only had two rounds of Firewhisky? Well let me tell you Mr. Weasley, what you boys did last night! You had six rounds of Firewhiskey apiece! Then you decided to revert to childhood and play some combination of 'Snake in the Grass' and 'Catch the Dragon's Tail' in my bar! You were all slithering, running and staggering around the place! Jumping over the counter! Knocking bottles off the shelf! Knocking over the register! Oh, and finally, you decided to wind it all down with juggling lessons for Ron and Harry! Did you conjure tennis balls? No! Of course not! You decided to use bottles of my Butterbeer! Then dear Neville here decided that he would make a quick Galleon by betting your brother that he would grab my arse! Forget it, Mr. Weasley! I am not helping you in anyway possible! Get out of my bar now!" she yelled.

"Hannah, please. I just need to know where we went after---"

"After you made complete arses of yourselves and destroyed my bar?"

"Erm… yeah," Bill blushed.

Hannah fixed Bill with a solid look of death. "I want my galleons. Then I'll tell you," she snarled.

"Okay, okay. I'll get you your money. Give me just one second."

Bill turned and looked at his two brothers. He couldn't make Neville pay anymore than he already had. Looking at Ron, he saw him shake his head and mouth no. Bill sighed. He knew his younger brother didn't have that kind of money. "George…" he pleaded.

"Hell, no! Don't look at me!"

Bill grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in close. "George, I'll pay what I expected to pay last night, but I don't have any more. I'll make you a deal, you help me out this one time and I won't tell Angelina about that time last August when-" he whispered.

"Yes! Deal! Shut up!" George hissed whilst whipping his head around the room, obviously keeping an eye out for his steady girlfriend.

As Bill turned back to the counter, he could have sworn that he heard George mutter, "Blackmail."

"Hannah, I've got your money. Do you have two Gringotts money order slips?

Hannah smiled before pulling out the money orders. Filling out the amount to transfer from their vaults, the boys signed their names and handed the slips back to Hannah.

"All right, where did we go after we left?"

"You were saying something about missing your Quidditch match, and going to play your own game," she said airily.

"Okay, did we all go?"

"Yes. Now get out of my bar. By the way, Neville, I don't want to see you in here ever again!" she added with a snarl. "We are over!"

Neville's shoulders fell, and he moped out of the bar with everyone else.

"It's okay, Nev, she'll take you back," George said as he clapped Neville's shoulder. "Tonight, come back in your best Muggle suit, a dozen roses and take her out for dinner and dancing! Birds love that sort of thing!" George said somewhat cheerfully.

"Yeah, right," Neville muttered.

"Okay, so where would we go to play Quidditch?" Bill queried.

Looking at each other, Ron and George blurted the answer at the same time. "Hogwarts."

Neville laughed. "How in the hell would we have managed to get into Hogwarts last night? They kind of lock up the place and ward it at night."

"With a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs," George stated.

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Seamus walked into Harry's kitchen and began searching through the cupboards. "Bloody hell, Harry, where do you keep your alcohol?" he muttered under his breath.

Giving up his search, he turned to leave the room and saw a brown bag still sitting on the kitchen table. "Jaysus, Mary and Joseph, I'm thick," he thought as he peered into the bag. Taking out one of the bottles, he conjured himself a glass and poured the amber liquid into the glass. He moved into Harry's sitting room and sat down on the sofa. Taking out his wand, he placed a cooling charm on the drink before taking his first sip. "To think that I used to hate this stuff…" he thought as he threw back half of the glass. "I'm Irish! How on Earth did I hate it?"

Finishing the glass, he waved his wand and refilled it. As he looked around Harry's sitting room, he noticed the differences between his and Dean's. Harry's looked much more homely. Their flat was much more the home of a bachelor. "I guess having a fiancé forces you to lose the beer keg," he thought with a chuckle.

Seamus finished his second glass and with a wave of his wand it was gone. Lying back on the sofa, he stretched and his hands went in between the cushions. "Hmm, what's that?" He retracted his hand and found a very frilly and revealing piece of lingerie. His eyes widened and in one swift motion, he stood up and threw away the evidence as quickly as he could.

"Urgh! They did it on the sofa!" A shiver went down his spine as he realized exactly what he had been lying in. "Hmm… that gives me an idea," he thought with an evil grin. He walked into Harry's bedroom, and took out his wand.

"Accio knickers!" he exclaimed.

Seamus immediately regretted casting this spell as several feminine and frilly pieces of underwear flew from all sorts of unlikely locations. Catching them in his arms, he quickly stuffed the evidence into the top drawer of the nearest dressing table.

"Accio Firewhiskey!" He tore the lid off the bottle with his teeth and took a deep swig. Seamus took one last look around the bedroom and carried the bottle back to Harry's sitting room. Eying Harry's recliner warily, he shook his head and sat down. He didn't want to know.

"Ha! Harry's lucky that the Weasleys don't know about that, or they would be looking for him for a different reason!" he chuckled.

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Dean sat on the back patio overlooking the beautiful landscape. With a Muggle pencil and sketchpad, he was relaxed in his chair slowly sketching the cliffs and shoreline. He had always loved to draw, but didn't discover its use as a release until he had begun dating Ginny. When their emotional rollercoaster was at a low point, he would take his broom up into the mountains and find a beautiful bit of landscape to sketch.

Losing himself in his drawings, he could leave behind all of his woes and worries. Finally finishing, he would feel refreshed and renewed. At the time, he would offer Ginny his drawing as a gift of reconciliation. Ginny had been truly fascinated with his art. She had told him that he truly had a gift. Sometimes he would even draw her; she would look so beautiful sitting by the fireplace. Sometimes falling asleep, she would curl up and her red hair would fan over her face. He had tried to keep these drawings from her though. Ginny never appreciated those types of drawings. She had never like being fawned over.

Dean had accepted long ago that Harry and Ginny were perfect for each other. He noticed the tell tale signs that they cared for each other long before Ginny and he had broken up. When Harry and Ron had stumbled upon them snogging in the corridor, the look in Harry's eyes told Dean the whole story. Dean had truly cared for Ginny, but in his heart he had always known that it wouldn't last, and therefore he truly held no hard feelings for either of them. Not to mention the fact that he owed Harry his life.

Dean was suddenly startled by a noise from the house.

"Bill!" a voice called.

With his wand out, Dean slowly moved back into the house. "Oh! Hello, Mrs. Weasley," Dean said upon seeing the head of Molly Weasley in the fireplace. "I thought that no one else knew the location of the cottage?"

"Yes, well, Bill filled me in just in case of an emergency. Listen, I need to talk to Bill. We have a bit of a problem."

Molly flinched visibly as an angry voice carried through the fireplace. "Quand je mets la main sur cet homme!"

"Who's that?" Dean asked.

"Fleur got home early from visiting her parents in France. Apparently my son forgot to mention the fact that he was putting their home back underneath the Fidelius…" she trailed off.

"Je jure! Il dormira sur le sofa pendant la semaine!" called the angry voice again.

"So, where is Bill?" she queried, giving Dean a funny look.

"Oh! Erm, they are all about. You know, we cleaned up the house and now they are out replenishing the food supply before Fleur gets home," Dean lied. "I'll have him Floo you whenever he gets back."

"Je mettrai cet homme dans son endroit!"

"Yes, dear, please do so. I don't know how long I'll be able to keep her from destroying the house. Goodbye then," Molly said as she pulled her head back through the fireplace.

Dean ran his hands through his hair. "I don't speak French, but Bill certainly is in for it when he gets back," he thought.

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Here it is, Chapter 4. I'll admit, I was shocked when Chapter 2 and 3 were approved in the same day. It was a "Holy crap… *gets on computer and starts typing Chapter 4*" moment.

Anyways, nobody sent me a PM with a guess about 'The Hangover tribute.' *sigh* Sometimes I feel like you guys just want to read the story! ;-)

Okay, for the bits of French in here, I used an online translator. If anyone reading this story also knows French, please PM me and let me know how accurate those lines are. If they are truly horrible, would you please be so kind as to tell me the actual statements?

Thanks to everyone who reviewed Chapter 3! You guys keep me going! Please keep up the reviews!

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