Everyone in the burrow was up earlier than normal preparing for the party at WWW. They were all at the shop and helping set up for the night's events. Mr and Mrs Weasley were busy cleaning; making sure everything was spotless and tidy for the party.
Mr Weasley had gotten distracted by talking to Emilie about muggle puzzles.
"So you have to get each side the same colour?" He asked in amazement at the rubix cube Emilie had bought for him as a thank you for letting her stay. She bought Mrs Weasley 25 new colours of wool for her Christmas sweaters; since she remembered Ron always complaining about his maroon colour, and a couple of muggle cookery books for her to try out.
"Yeah, I'm fairly good at them." Emilie said. Twisting and turning the squares, she figured out the pattern and within moments each side had a solid colour.
"Very good Emilie, you can take him muggle shopping tomorrow but right now we need the drinks stand set up. Arthur if you would like to join me in cleaning." Mrs Weasley said rushing over to them and splitting them up.
Emilie was on the drink stand duty, preparing the variety of drinks and making sure that the firewhiskey couldn't be stolen by underage wizards; surprisingly it was Harry that came up with a repelling spell on it, similar to the goblet of fire ring in their fourth year. She had also gone to a muggle supermarket and with a fake ID, since she wasn't 18 yet, she bought a mixture of alcoholic drinks and non alcoholic drinks from there.
She had been half way through making a selection of cocktails when Fred approached the table. Her station was covered in chopped fruits, half full bottles, large bowls of drinks and empty cups for later.
"And what is this one? Why is it red?" Fred asked, pointing to the drink she was currently making. It was indeed a red colour yet was orange at the bottom.
"This is called sex on the beach. It's made from vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry and orange juice. That's why it's multi-coloured." She smiled, pouring him a glass and handing it to him. It wasn't too early to start drinking? She glanced at the clock and saw it was three o'clock. Eh well tonight will be eventful then she thought pouring herself a glass.
"Sex on the beach? Don't mind if I do." He winked and took a large gulp, she laughed when he made a face. Too much vodka maybe? "That is strong; no wonder muggles get into all sorts of trouble." He laughed taking a slightly less gulp.
"What are you two doing? We really don't need one of the owners and his girl stumbling over the floor before we begin." George said, appearing from nowhere and taking the drinks away from the pair. Emilie blushing since George called her Fred's girl, it sounded nice. Fred smirked and went off again to finish setting up and Emilie went back to making the drinks and not drinking them.
The day passed quicker than expected, Mrs Weasley rushing around like a headless chicken making sure everything was perfect before apparating to the Burrow. It was five o'clock and they all had two hours to get ready, Professor McGonagall had sent over a team of house elves to prepare and set out the food.
"Ginny! Hurry up; we have at least four more people waiting on the shower!" Ron shouted at the bathroom door. Behind him, Harry, the twins, Percy and Arthur were lined up with a towel and change of clothes. Thankfully Hermione and Emilie were two of the first to come back and had a quick shower before Ginny went in.
"Are you sure about this dress? Is it not too…sultry?" Hermione winched, twirling her dress around on the hanger in front of Emilie who was already dressed in her pastel peach dress.
"No, honestly. It's the perfect balance of sexy and beautiful." Emilie insisted. Hermione's dress was exactly that, a dark purple dress with the skirt part short at the front and long at the back. At that moment Ginny came in, dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top. She didn't want Harry or the boys to see her dress until the party.
"Scavengers, that lot. As soon as I opened the door Ron almost ran me over." She sighed, beginning to change into her dress, complimentary to her red hair it was green and matched Harry's eyes perfectly.
Emilie peered into her hand mirror. Her hair washed and dried yet it just looked a bit too dry, the dark blonde starting to bore her.
"Hey, by any chance is there a spell or charm to change the colour of someone's hair? Maybe temporary until I go to hairdressers." Emilie piped up.
"Temporary yes, I'm sure it could at least 24 hours. I love your hair colour that way Emilie but what colour would you prefer?" Hermione said, turning in her chair with her makeup box in her hand.
"Hmm, well you have brown hair, Ginny has her red locks, and Harry has black. I want to be different so maybe purple?" She said unsurely, she had always wanted to dye her hair an extreme colour but her mother would never allow it. Thinking of her mother made her sad and confused so she avoided it as much as she could for the time being.
"Purple? Like this dress?" Hermione said, pointing to the dress hung up on the door.
"Yeah, I guess you could keep trying out different shades until you both agree on one." Emilie said, and with that Hermione stood up and grabbed her wand. Muttering a spell and with a flick of her wrist Emilie's blondish locks were a dark blackish purple. She saw Ginny shrug and with another flick the shade changed. This carried on for a few moments until they both nodded. Emilie looked into her mirror and smiled, not too purple, not too dark, it similar to Hermione's dress.
After everyone in the Burrow had apparated to the shop, the party began. Since the house elves had already prepared the food and set it out, Hermione insisted they go out and have a good time but stay away from the firewhiskey. The music was loud and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Soon the shop was beginning to fill with people in party clothes and smiling.
Emilie had yet to see Fred or George but the rest of the families reactions to her new look were positive. Harry said it was lovely, dark hair made them look related, Ron agreeing. Mrs Weasley was shocked but said it was beautiful and suited her more. Emilie passed the dancefloor and went to her drink station for a nice strong cocktail.
It was there she saw the tall redhead, George was apparently off somewhere chatting up Angelina. She decided to wait until he noticed and so she stood next to him and poured herself a drink, filling the cup almost to the brim. She giggled because he was wearing a purple casual shirt that could have almost matched her hair; then she remembered.
"Purple's my favourite colour you know. Born that way or terrible prank gone wrong?" He asked her, still not noticing that it was her; he was too busy drinking his sex on the beach cocktail.
"Nope, just a spell until it gets done permanently." She said innocently, turning to face him. He almost choked on his drink when he realised it was her.
"Em... oh wow… your hair…" He stuttered, not taking his eyes off of her. "It's beautiful, suits you." He said with a wink after collecting his thoughts.
"That's what my dear cousin said." She smiled, swinging carefully on her heels; now she was at least up to his chin.
"You Potters and dark hair and light eyes." He said rolling his eyes; Emilie felt butterflies in her stomach. The first time she was called a Potter, today was really her day.
"Oi…I know I'm handsome and all that but daydreaming in front of me is kind of obvious." He said sarcastically with a grin on his face as he knocked back the rest of his drink.
"Well you really are enjoying yourself." She said, still stone sober. She would get there….eventually.
"Can't help it, my girl makes the best." He winked, sending her head into overdrive. He just…my girl…oh fuck, she thought.
And with that thought she put down her cup and kissed him, he smiled and wrapped his arms around her. She tasted her fruity cocktail on his lips and enjoyed it even more.
Okay so I just wanted to make this chapter a really happy one so don't criticise and say 'nothing happened'…'it's getting so boring now' because I don't think I can handle that amount of criticism yet. In my other fan fiction I had three new reviews and it was the same person and they had not one nice thing to say about it….
So I wrote this to cheer myself up…Oh and yes Jones isn't her real name, it's her muggle name her mother chose to use when she moved. She kept Potter as her surname as Emilie's father…well we'll get to him later on.