Hannah Potter and the Death Eaters' Revenge

by DownWithDeathEaters

Dealing with obsessive fans of Harley Quinn, Hannah Potter decides redoing her final year at Hogwarts was just what she needed. But, when she gets there, she uncovers something about her family that no one would ever guess and finds herself in more danger than when she was on the run. Who's after her? Why is Draco acting so odd? And why can't papparazi leave her the Skinner alone?

10. Chapter 10: Pre-Christmas Parties

Chapter 10

Pre-Christmas Parties

"Impossible." I said, standing. "Every Death Eater is in Azkaban."

"No, every convicted Death Eater is in Azkaban." Draco corrected as I grabbed the Tome. "There could have been Death Eaters that had claimed they were bewitched, like Father did when the Dark Lord fell the first time."

"Who would be stupid enough to fall for that?" I asked as I read the Tome.

"If they didn't use Veritaserum like they didn't for Mother's trial, pretty damn stupid." Draco pointed out before standing, grabbing my hand and taking the Tome out of it and putting it back in its hiding place. "Come on, we're going to do some research."

I looked at my future husband with almost complete disbelief. Normally Hermione was the one that was dragging me to the library.

"Never thought you'd act like Hermione." I admitted.

"Always the tone of surprise." Draco said before dragging me down to the library and grabbing the same book I had when I was looking up Annabelle's family tree in our sixth year before I had become Harley Quinn.

"Ravencroft, Ravencroft, here it is!" Draco said, thrusting the book under my nose.

"Ravencroft, Sarah and Andromache," I said. "The first known Necromancers in wizard history. A mother and daughter Dark duo…" I raised my eyebrows. "I thought everyone assumed that Andromache was Sarah doing the Dark magic?" I said.

Draco shrugged. "You never know, we don't have ancient American wizard archives on hand." Draco admitted.

"The Ravencrofts were the Darkest family in the seventeenth century wizard America and again in England." I read before eyes widening. "It mentions the Tome!"

"Read it then, my love, read it!" Draco said, looking over my shoulder as I cleared my throat.

"Sarah Ravencroft, descendant of the Morgan le Fay; hand wrote a Tome full of Dark Necromancy spells shortly before she retreated to England in 1692. When she handed the Tome to her daughter, Andromache, Andromache placed a powerful curse upon it that would kill anyone that wasn't their true heir. Dark Necromancy spells my left ass cheek!" I snarled. "If they were so bad, how come Mel's still alive because of that Tome?"

"Wait, go back to the beginning…Sarah Ravencroft is a descendant of Morgan le Fay…" Draco raised his eyebrows. "Who the fuck's that?"

I gaped at him. "Morgan le Fay in Arthurian legend was a powerful sorceress who was the half sister and sworn enemy to King Arthur!" I explained. "Honestly, did you pay any attention in History of Magic?" I asked.

"Binns is boring, sue me!" Draco hissed.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "I still don't see what this has to do with them taking my owl!"

Draco took the book from me. "It's important to them. Somehow, they want the Tome to bring back the Ravencrofts, be the story Nightshade told us is true and they only want Andromache, or if the book's telling the truth and they want both mother and child, they want their souls back so they can start fresh with a new Dark Lord…or Dark Ladies."

I swallowed as Draco set the book back and took my hand.

"But that's enough of the trauma for one day." he told me as he kissed my forehead. "Losing Gwen must have been more than enough and I'm guessing I just upset you more."

I shrugged as Draco took me back to the dorms.

"Lucky the Ball's coming up, you need a distraction."

…

The night of the Ball, I was doing a touch up on my makeup as I checked myself out. Draco and I had decided that we were going as the Joker and Harley Quinn…from Batman: The Animated Series. (which I had conned Draco into watching before we got to Hogwarts…and before he proposed.).

I adjusted my red and black cocktail dress and took my hair out of the pigtail braids and dried my hair, making the pigtails as wavy as Harley's.

I tucked a toy water gun in the garter I was wearing and tied one of my old Harley Quinn mask on (Transfigured to just cover my eyes instead of my face.). I grinned at my reflection and played the flirt card.

"Oh, come on, Puddin'," I said in Harley Quinn's New Jersey accent. "Don't you wanna rev up your Harley?" I giggled.

"Believe me, Miss Quinn, if I didn't have to look like this, I'd rev my Harley up full throttle." Draco purred behind me.

I jolted and grinned looking at him. he pulled off The Joker well for a pure blood. "Don't we look…"

"Foolish?" Draco asked.

"I was going to say dapper." I smirked.

"Compared to you I always look foolish." Draco muttered, kissing my temple. "Especially when you look like such a sexy gypsy."

I giggled, slipping my black stilettos on and spinning around. "Well, Mr J, be brutal, how do I look?" I asked with Harley's accent.

"Flawless, my sweet, sweet Harley." Draco said, kissing my hand.

I giggled, flushing. "Now, Draco, how old are we? You haven't been as chivalrous since we were eleven years old."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Can't a man act like Prince Charming?"

"Tonight you're not Prince Charming, Draco." I said, cocking my head to the side. "Tonight you're the Dark Clown Prince of Crime."

"Isn't there opportunity for me to be both, Miss Potter?"

."As long as you don't push me off a building." I smiled, playing with Draco's gelled hair.

"Only a fool would push you from a high rise." Draco told me, kissing my forehead as I took in his costume.

"Dracy!" I whined when I saw it was incomplete. "I thought you were going for a full Joker look! You need to make a fake wound on your face!"

"Hannah, I said that I was going to dress like Joker, don't push it." Draco told me.

I sighed. "Ok, Puddin'." I pouted.

Draco snorted. "Don't lose the accent, Sugar Quill, I find it sexy." he muttered, grabbing my hand and dragging me down to the Great Hall.

I giggled. "Yes, Mr. J." I giggled. "How's my lipstick?" I asked innocently.

"Red and perfectly kissable." Draco muttered, lifting me up and kissing me.

I giggled as I heard Harry groaned. "Oh, what a lovely sight to see!" he hissed sarcastically. "My baby sister snogging. You two are like a young married couple!"

"We're going to be a young married couple in a few months, anyways, Harry." I pointed out, hopping down and looking at his Dark Knight costume. "Or should I say Batman?"

"OI!" Ron shouted in his Robin suit. "What about me?"

"Whatever, Weasley the Boy Wonder." Draco sneered at Ron.

"Hermione Jean Granger!" I shouted, looking over Hermione, who was dressed like Catwoman. "Holy Skinner, talk about sexy!"

Hermione grinned and blushed.

"She's alright, for a Muggleborn." Draco said. "But my dick belongs to Miss Harley Quinn."

"Typical, the only odd thing is we're all dressed like Batman characters." Ivy said behind me as Blaise came into view dressed as Two Face. "Blaise, I don't like this!"

"Come on, P.I., please?" Blaise pleaded. "For me?"

Ivy grumbled and walked in front of me. "Laugh and you don't make it to the altar!"

"Kill her and you won't make it to the altar either, Poison Oaky!" Draco growled as I smirked at Ivy.

"Poison IVY!" Ivy shouted, crossing her arms.

She had been conned by Blaise to wear a short green leafy dress, a large bushel of leaves and flowers in her hair as decoration.

"Don't worry, you can hug her, she's not wearing any poison ivy."

"Poison Ivy!" I giggled, hugging my best friend.

Ivy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Harley."

"You're just jealous that you don't have a man who's as loving and loyal to you as my Puddin' is for me." I giggled, reaching up and kissing Draco's nose.

Ivy rolled her eyes. "I have Blaise, I'd rather not have a Death Eater as a husband."

"Ivy!" I hissed.

"Sorry, just saying that Blaise isn't Marked." Ivy pointed out as we walked in.

"I was Marked to save Hannah's life! I had no choice!" Draco growled as the entire coven gathered together.

"Hey!" Willow James beamed, dressed as Mulan

"Hey, Will!" I bent down and hugged her tightly. "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while."

"What?" Willow asked.

"How would you like to be in my wedding?" I asked her.

Willow squealed and lit up. "You mean it!?" she asked jumping up and down.

I nodded. "Yeah. So, what d'you say?"

"I SAY HELL YES!" Willow screamed, hugging me tightly and running off to tell her friends.

"Ok, so there's me and James in your party." Ivy said with a laugh. "Who else will there be?"

"You, Sheila, Wolfie, Raven, Ginny, Hermione, Luna…hmm…Pansy and Rose." I said.

"Holy wedding party." Draco asked.

"I owe them." I said, not knowing that Rose was behind me the entire conversation. "They're some of my best friends, we hang out all the time, and Rose, Harry and I could be triplets!"

"Awe, love you, too, Han!" Rose hugged me from behind, wearing her Tobias Rieder jersey.

"Nice." I grinned at her, bumping fists with her as we sat down. "What about you, Draco?" I asked.

"Blaise, obviously, Crabbe, Goyle, Flint, Montague, that Keeper we had when we were eleven…David Black, Blake Collins…Weasley…"

"Me?" Ron asked.

"Obviously, Weasel-Bee, your girlfriend is in Hannah's party, I may as well have you in mine." Draco rolled his eyes. "Potter…"

"I'm giving the bride away." Harry reminded Draco.

"So?" Draco asked. "Give Hannah away and stand in between Zabini and Weasley. Problem solved."

Harry nodded, rolling his eyes. "Alright. Odd thing that Malfoy wants me and Ron in his wedding, but we'll take it as Hannah changing him."

"Shut up." Draco muttered. "And I think that's it."

"What about me?" Alvaro said behind me.

"Why the fuck should you be in my wedding, Diamond?" Draco snapped. "You tried to kill my fiancée and I, you betrayed the coven, you were working with my father to split us up all for your own personal gain! I'd sooner have a Hufflepuff in my party than you! In fact…that's exactly what I'm going to do. Davids and MacMillan are in, too."

"That's eleven!" I said excitedly. "That means I can add Monique and Millicent to my party!" I was ecstatic. This was going to be awesome!

Draco smirked at me as Diamond left. "Hey, I promised you a big wedding, you're getting a big wedding." Draco assured me, kissing my temple.

I beamed at him, cuddling into him as he pulled me into his lap. "I love you, Mr. J." I giggled.

Draco laughed and kissed my scar. "I love you, too, Harley." he whispered, leading me onto the dance floor where Willow and Lucas Burke (dressed as the General from Mulan.) were sharing a slow dance. I didn't know that her and Lucas were dating…that was sweet.

I beamed as Draco spun me around. Even then, it never got old hearing Draco say that he loved me.

"So, what were you saying about 'revving up my Harley' later?" Draco asked playfully.

I laughed against my future husband's chest. "Mr J!" I gasped in my Harley accent. "That isn't proper conversation…save it for tonight in the bedroom, Puddin'!"

Draco laughed and picked me up. "Yes, Spitfire."

I grinned evilly. "Besides, I already have some ideas on what I could do to you." I said.

"Oh?" Draco smirked down at me. "And what, pray tell, would those ideas be?"

I reached up and hopped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Let's just say, don't play with my neckline. My bra's not proper for an occasion like this."

Draco growled and kissed me. "Don't say shit like that, love, otherwise we may need to step out for a few hours."

I kissed him again. "You'll have to wait a while." I purred. "Like say, after the wedding?"

Draco groaned. "Why must you torture me?!" he asked.

I giggled. "Because you scared the shit out of me during the Battle when you ran off to get killed."

"Because your heart stopped!" Draco protested.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around Draco's neck and resting my head over his heart, sighing some more at the beat. "I know." I murmured.

Draco rubbed my back as Harry came running, wrenching me back and handing me my wand.

"Hannah, you need to come into the dorm now!" Harry whispered.

"What?" I asked, running with Harry back to the dorm.

Harry muttered a password and the door opened, revealing a Dementor in the common room. The minute it saw me, it started to glide towards me.

I screamed. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

My silver fawn burst forth and drove the Dementor back.

"HARRY, THE WINDOW!" I screamed as I struggled to keep my fawn defensive. For the time being the Dementor was being driven back as Harry forced the window open.

The Dementor, finding a way away from the Patronus, glided out of the window and through the starry sky, out of sight.

I swallowed. The Dementor had dropped something out of his robes. I shakily bent down and picked up the parchment, where some feathers from Gwendolyn fell.

We tried to be nice to you and let you surrender the book to us, but now you've forced our hand. Give us the Tome or Gwendolyn becomes dinner!

I looked at the back of the parchment. It was a Basilisk picture that was torn from a book.

"Wait a minute…" I murmured. Basilisk…Gwendolyn becoming dinner. Was this photo of a Basilisk a clue to where my owl was? Was my owl where you could find a Basilisk?

Where could you find a Basilisk. Somewhere that would be dangerous to get to…somewhere someone that understood snakes could get in no problem.

That's when it hit me.

"The Chamber of Secrets…" I whispered, licking my lips.

"What about it?" Harry asked.

"That's where Gwen is." I said certainly. "The Chamber of Secrets."

Before Harry could say anything, I had grabbed him and ran down to the Great Hall again, tapping Draco's shoulder.

"I know where Gwen is, come on." I said, yanking him up and running with the boys to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

"Harry, find the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets!" I ordered. "Draco, help me find Gwen in here!" I snapped, starting to look around.

"Poo," I heard the ghost of the bathroom, Moaning Myrtle huff. "Can't you share a man, Hannah? Must you marry this one?"

I looked to Draco, eyebrows raised.

"Ok, ok, I cried in here a few times in sixth year." Draco admitted. "She listened. But, in my defence, she's insane. She crushes on me and on your brother."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Myrtle. "Myrtle, did anyone come in here to visit this term?" I asked.

"Oooh, yes." Myrtle giggled. "A masked person was here with an owl cage. Asked so nicely for me to open the Chamber of Secrets." she cooed.

"Fuck!" I hissed. "Draco, you were right, there is a Death Eater still walking among us."

"I GOT IT!" Harry shouted as the familiar slide appeared, leading into the Chamber of Secrets.

"After you." I said, nodding to Harry.

Harry slid down and Draco sat on the slide, pulling me into his lap and sliding down.

I screamed. "I FEEL TWELVE YEARS OLD AGAIN!" until I fell flat on my face.

"I'm okay…the skeletons broke my fall!" I said as Draco helped me up.

"Ok, follow me. If there's any movement, shut your eyes as fast as you can." I whispered. "Lumos Maxima."

My wand tip lit up and I followed the movement of Harry's cape deep into the Chamber of Secrets, past the collapsed stone that I had been able to slide through with ease at twelve. This time was no exception. I slid through no problem as Draco grunted to fit through.

I helped him through the gap and he smirked, kissing my temple as I heard hooting.

"GWEN!" I screamed, shoving Draco off me and shoving Harry aside to run to the sound of the hooting.

I gasped when I entered the all too familiar main Chamber.

"GWEN!" I screamed again when I saw my owl in her cage, hooting desperately, half her feathers gone.

"Gwen!" I said, almost crying as I let her out of her cage and hugging her tightly. "Gwen, oh, Gwen, Gwen!" I kissed her head as she hooted in relief and nudged my neck.

I heard movement at my side and Harry and Draco grabbed my arms, Draco grabbing Gwen's cage.

"Basilisk, go!" they said together, all of us running out as I put Gwen in her cage and sent it flying up through into the bathroom as I heard the slithering of the great serpent coming towards us.

"Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I hissed, thinking as Draco grabbed my wrist, me gripping Harry's tightly.

Suddenly we had zoomed up and into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Draco slamming the secret passage shut with a flick of his wand.

"How'd you do that?" I asked as I squeezed Gwen's cage.

"Hey, you're underestimating who you're engaged to marry." Draco said. "Father taught me Dark Arts from a young age…I just used a Stealthy Escape Charm."

I sighed in relief, crying and holding my owl's cage. "Oh, Gwen!" I sobbed. "I was so worried!"

Gwen hooted and I gave her an Owl Nugget.

"Don't ask." I added as Draco opened his mouth. "I keep some on hand in case I get an owl."

"Speaking of owls, did you send one to Aunt Petunia and Mrs Weasley telling them the good news yet?" Harry asked.

I swallowed. "I sent Mrs. Weasley one this morning and I have yet to get an answer. But I never got around to sending one to Aunt Petunia and Dudley."

"Do it tomorrow morning." Harry told me.

I nodded. "Alright." I said, going to put Gwen back in my now locked dorm and casting protective Charms over it before going back down to the Ball.

…

When the Ball ended, Draco had carried me to his dorm, kissing me and running my hands down my sides.

I giggled against his mouth and unbuttoned Draco's shirt, slipping his jacket from his shoulders.

Draco growled, pouncing on me and hoisting me up, closing the curtains on the windows, locking the doors and drawing the bed curtains with a flick of his wand before ripping his unbuttoned shirt off and throwing it aside.

"Puddin…" I murmured.

"Harley…?" Draco looked up.

"Are ya gonna rev up ya Harley now?" I asked with a giggle.

"Damn straight." Draco purred, biting my neck lightly as he unzipped my dress.

"Vroom, vroom." I giggled, forcing myself up and kneeling on Draco's chest, grabbing his Marked arm, kissing the skull of the Dark Mark as I kicked my dress off.

…

The next morning I woke up with a smirk, sore yet satisfied. Last night had been one of the more…adventurous nights for sex. Let's just say the room was well used. The floor, the window sill, the couch, the table, the bathtub, the closet, obviously the bed. No boundaries. Long story short, there was a lot of coitus that night.

I stretched, rolling onto my side and grunting from the soreness in my arm. (from again, coital activities that is too graphic to express in detail.) and throwing said arm across Draco's chest with a contented sigh.

Draco grunted, rolling over and wrapping both arms around me, mumbling incoherently as I cuddled into him. He mumbled something along the lines of "Rev up my Harley."

I laughed to myself. Role playing…clever marital aid.

Draco stirred and smirked at me. "Morning, Harley."

I grinned. "Hi, Puddin'." I sighed, reaching for my wand and summoning my muscle relaxant.

"What the hell's this?" Draco asked, taking the tube from my hand.

"Muscle relaxant." I said. "Muggle cream to relax muscle tension or strain. After all the positions and locations that we used last night, I need it, give it over." I reached for it and grabbed it for my arms and legs.

Before I could get to my shoulders, Draco grabbed it and administered it himself, rubbing it into my shoulders.

"Why didn't you say anything about using muscle relaxant?" Draco asked.

"I thought you knew." I said. "I use it all the time after a Quidditch match."

"Good to know for the future." Draco laughed as I heard pecking at the window.

I groaned, putting a pillow in front of my face. "GO AWAY! I'M GETTING MASSAGED!" I shouted.

"GET A ROOM!" Harry bellowed.

"WE'RE IN A ROOM!" Draco bellowed back.

"THEN LOSE THE FERRET FACE, MALFOY!" Ginny screamed.

"HARRY!" I screamed. "JUST BECAUSE I'M HAVING SEX, DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN FUCK YOUR BEST MATE'S SISTER! WHAT'LL MRS WEASLEY SAY!?"

"WE'RE NOT FUCKING!" Harry shouted. "She came over to sleep because Ron and Hermione were -!"

"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" I shouted before leaning into Draco. "AT LEAST I'M GETTING MASSAGED!"

"AT LEAST I KISSED A GIRL!" Harry shouted.

"AT LEAST I'M NOT A VIRGIN!" I screamed back.

"SLUT!" Ginny shouted laughing.

"HEY! I ONLY HAD SEX WITH TWO GUYS! ONE WAS PLANNED TO SPLIT UP DRACO AND I AND I'VE BEEN FUCKING DRACO'S BRAIN OUT EVER SINCE!" I shouted, meaning to say some other stuff but I sighed.

"Hang on!" I told Draco, waving my wand and putting some underwear and a bra on and boxers on Draco. "Proceed!"

I was half asleep when the pecking at the window progressed with screeching.

"Oh, fuck me!" I shouted, shooting up and opening the window. "There!" I said before I paled.

It was Hermes, the Weasley family owl with a note.

I swallowed, taking the note from the owl with shaky hands and opening it.

Dear Hannah,

I believe that, although I believe that you two are a little young, that it's wonderful that you and Draco are getting married! Feel free to invite Draco to the Burrow for Christmas dinner, sweetheart. We're having Ivy and Blaise's families over for their rehearsal dinner, so feel free to bring Blaise's best man. Can't wait to hear from you.

Love from,

Mrs Weasley.

P.S. Tell Harry to keep it to himself when it comes to Ginny, Queen Ferret to be

Gred and Forge.

I laughed, sighing in relief that Mrs Weasley was alright with me getting married.

"One down, one to go." I said, going to get Gwen and my quill and parchment. "Come, fiancé!" I called behind me.

Draco followed me as I sat down as I wrote to Aunt Petunia.

Dear Aunt Petunia,

It's been over a year since I've seen you and Dudley. How are you two doing? The wizard war is over now and Voldemort's been defeated. Now, there's even more news. Aunt Petunia, Draco proposed and we're getting married in June. I would love for you and Dudley to come to the wedding. And I promise that Draco will behave and be a proper gentleman or else he will be beaten into next year.

I can't wait to hear from you!

Love,

Hannah

I sent Gwen on her way with the note as another note came, pecking on the window.

"What is this?" I asked no one in particular. "Give Hannah Shit Day?" I said as I opened the window and taking the note before groaning.

"Oh, no!" I almost ripped the note.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Tiffany. Grenville." I growled, throwing the note aside. "That's what."

"Who's Tiffany Grenville?" Hermione asked coming into the room.

"Tiffany Grenville was my worst enemy in Muggle school. She treated me like absolute crap. She's like…Draco to Harry."

"Thanks." Draco said feigning offence. "What's it say?"

I took the note and opened it.

Homely Hannah,

Hard to believe it's been eight years since I've seen you! Seeing as you haven't seen hide or hair of me since you left, here's some things you should know about moi.

I received a full scholarship to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I'm a Prefect and Head Girl this year. France is so beautiful, Homely. Too bad you'll never see it.

Seeing as I have gotten your invite by mistake (how could the administrators even consider me close to you?) I thought I should tell you that over Christmas holidays there is a reunion at Winston Churchill Elementary and I'm certain that Zach Dyrdek and Talerico will be there. Hope to see you there, Potty!

Yours regally,

Tiffany Anne Grenville.

"Slut!" I said, throwing the note on the table and finding another one.

I took it and opened it, the owl flying off.

Dear Hannah,

It's been so long since I've seen you. Four years already. Sorry I never got to talk to you when I was at Hogwarts last, but Fyaro Delmonte was being a Tiffany needing his bitches.

As you could tell, I went to Durmstrang, sadly, I can't tell you where I was during the war and I'm glad that you kicked Voldemort's ass.

I also heard about your engagement to Draco Malfoy. Congratulations, kiddo, I told you that you'd get Prince Charming.

Are you going to the Muggle reunion? I want to go. Maybe me and Val will see you there.

See you soon!

Zach Dyrdek.

P.S. Val says hi.

I grinned, placing the note somewhere.

"Who's Zach?" Draco asked.

"Zach is an old friend of mine." I admitted. "He was my only friend. Him and his sister, Valerie. We only knew each other in fifth grade. The last year before I came to Hogwarts. But trust me, Draco, it's strictly platonic. I don't want anyone else but you."

Draco smirked. "Tiffany sounds like a slut." he said.

"She is." Harry said coming in. "Her and her crew made Hannah's life miserable. Spreading rumours about her giving Zach and I certain unholy things that you and Han most likely did last night, her and Hannah were in a beauty pageant -"

"NO!" I told Harry. I hadn't told Draco about the beauty pageant.

"Beauty pageant?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Don't ask." I said.

"Tiffany got her entered in a school beauty pageant as a joke." Harry said with a sigh before laughing. "Joke was on her."

I sighed. I still hated Harry for not letting me bow out of that damned thing. "She still pounded my head into the concrete the next day."

"SHE WHAT!?" Draco asked, shooting up. "When I get my hands on the bitch, I'm going to rip her limb from limb!"

"How'd you think I got this scar?" I asked, holding up my hair outside my temple and showing Draco. "In hospital with a coma for three months. Long story, I'll tell you sometime."

"HANNAH!" Ivy screamed. "LET'S GO! WE HAVE MY BRIDAL SHOWER TODAY! LET'S ROLL!"

I groaned, standing up and getting dressed before going to meet up with Ivy.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey, Hannah." Ivy said as we went to collect Sheila, Wolfie, Ginny and Hermione along with other friends who were already at Nightshade's.

"Yo, Mione, Gin," I whistled in the library. "Bridal shower time. Let's roll."

Watson and Ginny hopped up and we started for Nightshade's.

Ivy was waiting with Sheila, Wolfie, Raven, Emily, Drosie, O'Neil, Jamie, Kairi, Millicent, Willow, Rose, Pansy, Lexi McMaster, Amelia Finch, Monique, Lavender Brown, Romilda Vain, and Luna Lovegood

"Hey, sorry I'm late, getting Hermione and Ginny." I said, flopping down next to the bride to be.

"It's alright, Han." Ivy said laughing. "Just get in here."

I grinned, grabbing some champagne. "P.I., you're getting married in two months!" I said to my best friend and future maid of honour.

"I know, I always thought you'd be going first." Ivy laughed, taking a sip of her drink. "I just want to say to you guys that I'm really grateful that you guys could come and Hermione, Ginny, Sheila, Teresa, thanks for being my bridesmaids, and Han, thanks for being my best friend and maid of honour."

I grinned at her and clinked glasses with her.

"So, where're you going for Christmas?" I asked Ivy.

"I'm staying with my dad and grandma until the bachelorette party. Then Blaise and I are having our families over to the Burrow for dinner, then we go party."

I laughed. "You're in trouble that night, by the way."

"No male strippers!" Ivy shouted.

"Fuck!" I said. "Do you know how much it cost to book a police officer that gave tickets in the form of -?"

"HANNAH!" Ivy half screamed.

"Oh, come on, V, I'm just kidding!" I laughed. "I'm your best friend, do you honestly think I'd book a Muggle man that's paid to take his clothes off for a virgin bride that wouldn't be comfortable with it?"

"What makes you think I'm a virgin?" Ivy asked with a smirk.

I paled. "You didn't!?" I asked.

"No, I'm having you on." Ivy giggled. "I'm a virgin."

I shot her a look. "Not funny." I told her.

"Oh, come on, you're far from a virgin!"

"Yes, the story of how I lost my virginity is something I'm more than ashamed of."

"Do you want the virgin state back?" Luna asked.

I looked to her. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"There's a potion that magical Middle Eastern brides use if they're not virgins. If you want, I can get some from Archimedes. Then you can have a traditional wedding night."

I hummed. Sex was wonderful, don't get me wrong, but I always planned on Draco to take my virginity. What would Draco say if I had taken that potion?

"I'll talk to Draco about it." I said. "But keep a vial on layaway in case we agree on it."

Luna grinned and nodded. "Alright." she said.

"Anyways…I got the bride a little something." I said, handing Ivy the box I had kept hidden with my Tome under my bed.

Ivy took it. "Oh, Han, you shouldn't have…" Ivy said, taking the top off the box and gaping. "HAN!" she shouted, taking out the condom I had put in there for a joke. "Real mature!"

I snorted, giving her the real gift. "I gave you the gift of protection!"

Ivy shot me a dark look and took off the wrapping paper. "Han, you're a real bitch sometimes." she muttered before holding up the blood red lingerie I had gotten her. "Ok, this is a lot better!" she said.

I grinned. "I know my best friend so well, don't I, people?" I asked.

The girls laughed as Ivy looked at the red lace bra. "I also got them in Slytherin green, of course. Blaise will go nuts." I said.

Sheila gave Ivy a box sort of like mine.

Ivy opened it and found a sexy black bikini. "Sheila!" Ivy said, holding up the top. "This is Harley wear!"

"I like it." I said with a smirk, slapping Sheila five. "Black is an international colour, it fits everybody and goes with everything!"

"Even Italian!" Rose giggled.

"YES!" I said, slapping Rose five from where I sat. "You so took the words out of my mouth!"

"Hannah!" Pansy said. "Wow, talk about sex goddess vernacular!"

I grinned, playing with my hair and biting my lip. "Technically sex goddess entails having multiple coital relationships with various men. Draco's all the man I'll ever want and need."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Han." she said.

…

By midnight, we were all drunk and playing Truth or Dare.

"Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok," Monique giggled at me. "ok, ok, Hannah…Truth or Dare?"

I laughed. "Truth." I giggled.

"Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok…" Monique said again.

"OK, Nique!" I said. "Enough with the okays!"

"Ok, oops, I did it again!" Monique burst out laughing. "So, Hannah…if you had to shag one of the girls here, who'd it be?"

I paled and burst out laughing. "Ok, so you all know I'm not a lesbian…" I said with a slurred tone. "But if I had to shag any of you, I couldn't chose, I'd shag all of you, we'd have a fucking orgy!"

The girls laughed. "Who'd you shag most, then?" Monique asked.

"I was always jealous of Drosie and Monique, because you two are like fucking Veelas, so maybe a threesome with you two."

Drosie laughed. "Potter, you're so fucking drunk!" she snorted. "What would your brother say?"

"He'd be as pissed as when I raided my Uncle Vernon's liquor cabinet and got so drunk I wound up passing out and having to miss school for two weeks with alcohol poisoning!"

The girls burst out laughing. "How old were you?" Jamie asked.

"Nine!" I laughed.

The girls snorted and laughed some more. Ivy fell onto the floor with the force of her laughing. "What the fuck were you thinking, Han?" Rose asked.

I became serious "Uh…I think I was trying to get back at my uncle."

We all started laughing. "Ok, ok, I have another question for Hannah…" Rose said. "Have you ever tried to top yourself?" she asked.

I stopped laughing. "You mean commit suicide?" I asked.

Rose nodded.

I shrugged. "I thought about it…don't get me wrong, my life was shit…I thought about it a couple times…never did it…only tried after Zimmerman fucked up my life."

"Yeah, you tried to cut yourself." Ivy said. "Fifth year."

"Fuck off!" I told her as Pansy gaped at me.

"Hannah!" she said, plopping next to me and wrapping an arm around me.

"I never did it again!" I said defensively.

"And so help yourself, you'd best not start!" Pansy said. "Because if you do cut yourself, we will too."

"YEAH!" my dorm mates said together.

"Ok, ok, this isn't about me!" I said, laughing. "This is…this is Ivy's night."

Ivy burst out laughing. "We're so drunk!" she snorted.

We all joined her in laughing. "To think, Blaise and the boys are probably passed out drunk! We're just fucked up drunk!" O'Neil laughed.

"We're all gonna be fucked up by Ivy's bachelorette party." Drosie giggled.

"By Han's we're probably gonna be passed out drunk!" Wolfie snickered.

"I think I know what Han wants for her bachelorette party…hot men in Rangers jerseys!" Ivy sniggered.

"I told you, V, all the man I want is in Draco."

"WHOA!" Drosie laughed. "That's what he said!"

"DROSIE!" I shouted. "Get your mind out of the gutter!"

Drosie snickered and we turned to find Sheila and Fireball dead asleep.

Ivy and I grinned at each other. "Hey, girls…let's draw on her face." Ivy said, looking at Sheila as I grabbed my red lipstick.

"Yes!" Pansy said, grabbing her makeup kit. "Makeover!"

We all grabbed some makeup (except for me, I stuck with my lipstick.) and got to work on Sheila and Fireball.

I giggled as I watched Sheila's face get messed up to look like Ursula from the Little Mermaid.

I grabbed the lipstick and applied it before drawing a moustache on Fireball.

The girls roared with laughter as Ivy videotaped.

"This is what Hogwarts girls do when we're drunk off our asses." I whispered, giggling as we all backed up to take pictures of Sheila and Fireball's faces.

Gradually, the girls all got sleeping makeovers until Ivy and I were the last ones awake.

"You know, V, I've said this a million times." I said before yawning. "I love you to pieces."

"I love you, more, Hannah." Ivy giggled, half asleep.

I wrapped an arm around her and laughed with her, both of us falling asleep together.

…

The next morning, the girls all woke up hung over and screaming.

"HANNAH!" Pansy screamed, looking at her moustache in her pocket mirror.

I groaned, waking up with a throbbing headache as the girls washed their faces off. Thankfully, we had pictures.

I got up and stretched. I needed a Potion to clear my head. We all left the tree after cleaning up and I got into Draco's dorm.

Draco wasn't close to being as hung over as I was…he was sober.

"Draco!" I groaned.

"What?" Draco asked.

"I need a Sobriety Draught!" I whined.