CT, Ello everyone. I'm back. And I own none of the Harry Potter characters.

Ron, You're slow aren't ya?

CT, 'shrugs'Whatever.

Harry, On with the story already.

CT, Alright!

Peeves took a few humongous breaths. "Calm down ol' chap. You've seen worse than that." He shuddered.

In the Gryffindor common room, the students were chattering and music played.

"They sound like they're sane and having fun." Peeves said as he went into the common room. He needed something sane.

Inside he saw everyone dancing. They certainly were a lively bunch.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEVELLE!" Ron yelled. The youngest Weasly boy jumped around while he smoked a joint and drank Jack Daniels.

Meanwhile Hermione was busy sharpening a butterfly knife and Harry sat in a dark corner filming Ron's every move while he cried, for once, tears of joy.

Peeves started to leave, but stopped when a huge cake was brought out. Not even he could resist a piece of cake.

Nevelle sat in the center of the room smiling.

"Guess who hired some strippers!" Harry chimed.

A sly grin came upon Nevelle's face.

"Ready?!"

Before Nevelle could respond, Hermione began to ducktape him to the chair. He started to complain but the look in Hermione's eyes made him quickly shut up.

'This could be interesting.' Peeves always kind of liked loose women.

50 Cent's "Candyshop" started playing and out came the strippers.

Ron's eyes widened and he fell off the table he'd been dancing on, Hermione arched a brow, and Harry cheered in excitement.

The strippers were Fred and George. They were dressed in nothing but wrist cuffs, bowties, and black thongs.

Nevelle gaped in shock.

"Whoooo!Go Weaslys!" Harry and the others whooped and yelled.

Fred danced over to Nevelle and began giving him a lapdance while George began collecting money people offered them.

Slowly Ron got up and pranced around. "Get your boooze and drugs here! Half the price in celebration of good ol' Nevelle."

Students began running towards Ron.

Peeves stared in horror at poor Nevelle. The lad was looking very ill.

Harry was practically drooling over the twins.

"Are you gay?" Hermione asked.

"No." Harry snapped. "They look like Ginny in male form."

Hermione snorted.

"What? I find that arousing." he lied.

"And...Why did you hire male strippers?"

"My aunt is a regular Chipp-n-dales customer. I thought they would make a great gag gift." Harry looked back at the twins hungrily. They looked so much like his dear Ronald. "I personally love the red hair and pale skin." he said aloud.

"Right..."

As the song ended Nevelle was let loose. He ran to the nearest keg and began chugging any alcohol he could get his trembling hands on.

30 minutes later...

Nevelle and Harry were head-banging to the Macarena.

Fred and George, along with a bunch of other students, were dancing and doing a kickline number.

Ron and Hermione were so wasted that they were making out in a dark corner.

By this time Peeves was already running out. (author note: Didn't know ghosts could run.) "Can't anything be bloody normal for once around here?"

CT, Another chappy done!

Harry, I...need...a...psychologist.

Ron, ...Me too.

CT, And I'm taking psychology classes!

Both, 'groan'

CT, Until next time!