The other crowd
It was hard to tell who laughed the hardest, the twins or Ron.
When Harry walked back into the Burrow, tugging what remained of a perfectly good bike, Ron cracked up. There was a gash in his knee and a burn on his other leg. That was without the mess he had made of his arms. It was like half the motorbike and Harry were still laying out in the street somewhere.
The twins however found Gin's reaction so much better. She yelled and screamed almost as badly as Molly. Charlie shrugged the whole fiasco off, Harry just needed a couple of lessons. Much to Ginny's annoyance it was her turn to play her part in this deal. She leant Hermione her least revealing outfit, tight jeans and a low cut top. Ginny herself, opted for black jeans and a leather jacket that fit tightly around her slime body. Harry couldn't help but notice, how good looking she was out of overalls. Ginny was part of the bar scene. All the bouncers let her in while others stayed lined up around the block. She grinned sitting down at one of the side booths. Beers turned up in an instant. Hermione raised her eyebrow at the liquor.
"We aren't actually meant to drink that, are we?"
Ginny laughed.
"Why do you think they call me Gin? It's not short for Ginny, it's for Gin and tonic." She waved over the girl Harry knew to be Katie Bell.
"This is my mate Katie Bell, she drinks like a fish, holds the records in all bars. She is my idol." Katie laughed.
"Yeah, I think I saw you guys with Ron the other day." Karie took a swig of Harry's beer, then Hermione's, oddly enough she was smart leave Ginny's alone.
"I am Hermione and this is Harry." She winked at Harry.
"Nice to meet you." She froze, her eyes lighting up. "Oh I love this song, come on, lets dance." She grabbed hold of each of them tugging them onto the dance floor. They danced, shoved up between sweaty bodies for half the night.
Finally agreeing it was time for another round ignoring the heap they had gotten while dancing. Hermione had mentioned how dangerous the floor must be and how many bottles must be dropped in the herd of people. Katie laughed. "It's ok, they're all to drunk to know they are hurt and by tomorrow they won't remember how the fuck they got the six stitches." She proceeded to show Hermione a killer scar she had on her leg. They sat down at the nearest table and more drinks arrived.
"Oh Gin!" Katie gripped the red heads arm. " He's here. God, I could just die." She was looking at a blond guy about their age across the room. He was a good looking man, with an air of arrogance that had Katie swooning.
"Give it up Katie, his got that leech for a girlfriend."
She sighed, her head hitting the table.
"Life stinks." She groaned. "I am meant to meet LJ, I better getting going, see you guys later." Katie drifted off.
"Who's LJ?" Hermione asked.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Leigh Jordon. His mates with my brothers."
"And who is he?" This time Harry asked, looking at the blond leaning over the bar, making the poor barmaid blush.
"Draco Malfoy. Trouble that one." Hermione gasped recognising the surname. "We hang in similar circles, but I stay clear of him, you know family feud and all." Ginny downed her whole drink.
"If you want in to Riddles crew, the Malfoy's would be the quickest way but I won't recommend it. tonight we are just here to be seen, not make waves." She warned them.
"But aren't the Malfoy's rich?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, but most of their fortune was from centuries back and what little they added to it was dirty money. They talk big, even live in a mansion but at the end of the day it all talk and they still live on the bad side of town. Come on I'll show you."
Ginny lead them through Mayfield, the place where the rough and tough hang out. In between all the dives was a two storey eighteenth century house the reeked of money. It was odd, because it wasn't touched. There was no graffiti, no smashed windows. It looked completely out of place.
"The Malfoy's have their hands everywhere, just remember that before you go and piss them off."
Ginny took them back to the bar where they meet up with Bill and his woman Fleur. She was impossible to understand but Bill seemed to follow, even if everyone else was lost. Harry thought it was possible Bill didn't know either, Harry had a sneaking suspicion he just nodded when she stopped for a breath. She was a real looker, men seemed to swing their heads around when she walked by but she didn't seem to notice them, only Bill. Fleur took them back out to dance and they partied hard into the night.
Harry woke, the sun blaring into his eyes. He groaned rolling over, instantly regretting the move, his head spinning. He ran to the bathroom, shoving poor Luna aside. He didn't get far from the bowl the rest of the day, his head aching and his mouth burning dry. He was never drinking again.
AN. Famous last words huh? Lol . Sorry it's been awhile, I've discovered there is the king killers chronicles section much to my delight. So my Harry Potter stories are on the back burner. I'll get back to them they might come out a little slow from here out.