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Harry took Hermione out on his faithful Firebolt first. Draco, Ginny, and Blaise had watched from below, cups of coffee in their covered hands. Harry thought that they had finally found the one thing that Hermione couldn't learn. He allowed her to ride him front of him, and he helped her by covering her cold hands with his when she lost control. Which was, he smirked, frequently.
"Harry! I can't do it!" she said in frustration as they hovered about 6 feet above the ground.
"Hermione, how would you feel if I helped you now?" Draco asked when Harry helped her land. Hermione smiled and nodded. Draco laughed and handed Harry his coffee, which he drank happily.
"Good luck, mate. I believe we've found the one thing Hermione can't learn quickly." Harry said. Ginny laughed and hit Harry playfully on his chest. Draco sat comfortably behind her and rested his hands over hers. He touched off from the ground and whispered instructions in her ear.
"Okay, to go slower, you lean back." He smiled. Hermione giggled.
"So I have to lean into you? What if I don't want to?" she teased.
"Well, Mrs. Malfoy, what you want on this one occasion does not matter to me…" he joked. Hermione pouted. "Hey, none of that. You're going to cause both of us to crash." he said. So, Hermione did as she was told and leaned into her husband's warm embrace. "Now, I want you to lean forward, away from me, to go faster." he said, turning them a little; they were beginning to leave the Weasley property. She did as Draco instructed and they sped forward.
"Oh, I don't think I like Firebolts." Hermione said nervously. Draco laughed. "Why is that?" he asked when she leaned back into him so they weren't going so fast. He kissed her neck.
"Er, it's too fast…" she said, looking pointedly ahead. She was determined not to fall off and you know, die…
"Too fast, is it?" he asked.
"Yes, too fast! I don't think I feel very safe on it." Hermione said, taking the chance and looking at behind her quickly so she could see the expression on his face. He was smirking, but there was something glittering in his eyes.
"You don't feel safe on it?" he asked. Hermione shook her head. Draco gently touched the gauze that she wrapped around her knuckles. He was very proud of her for punching that son of a bitch (no offence to Molly; he loved her.). "Not even with me behind you?" he asked. Hermione shook her head again.
"Wait. Let me get this straight: my Hermione's actually scared of something?" he asked. Hermione shivered; his breath was tickling her ear.
"Maybe…" she said.
"This means not only do I get to teach you something that you don't know, I also get to protect you!" he said happily. Hermione scoffed.
"I do not need protection from a broom!" she said. Then she lost her grip and almost fell. Draco helped her back to her original position and wrapped his arms safely around her waist. She was breathing hard.
"Oh, you don't need protection from a broom, do you?" he smirked. His voice was a little shaky from seeing Hermione almost falling 50 feet.
"Okay, maybe a little bit…" she admitted, her cheeks burning. Draco smiled.
She's beautiful as usual, with bruises on her ego, and her killer instincts tells her to be aware of evil men…
"I'm frozen. Can we go inside now?" she asked. Draco nodded. "Can you land?" Hermione asked him.
Within a minute, they were on the ground, with Hermione drinking the coffee Ginny offered her. It was half-finished, but it filled Hermione with warmth. Blaise and Harry clapped for her.
"I think this calls for Butterbeer!" Harry said happily, bringing the group inside.
"Nah, this calls for Firewhisky!" Ginny and Hermione said together.
And so the party began.
Ginny and Hermione fell asleep on the couch, this time, Ginny's head was on Hermione's lap. The boys fell asleep on the floor. Their were empty glasses and two bottles of Firewhisky had been emptied and left behind on the coffee table. They were all happy that Molly and Arthur were gone for the evening.
"What happened?" Ginny asked when she woke up the next morning with a killer hangover. She nudged Hermione.
"Oh God, what time is it?" were the first words out of her mouth.
"Hermione, where's Blaise?" Ginny asked. Then they smelt food being cooked in the kitchen. "He's cooking?" she asked, getting up and blowing hair out of her face. "Or is it mum?"
"I think it's Blaise." Hermione said before yawning. They walked to the kitchen.
"Blaise?"
"Oh! Good morning, girls." Blaise said happily. He was making pancakes and bacon.
"How…how are you up so early?" Hermione asked. "And you don't appear to be hung-over." she observed.
"Well. You two drank a whole bottle by yourselves. We shared a bottle between the 3 of us." Blaise smirked. Hermione and Ginny gave him a hug and asked for coffee.
"Did we really drink a whole bottle by ourselves?" Ginny asked when she said on the counter, facing Blaise. He nodded and flipped a golden brown pancake. "I so told you my mum would love you, Blaise. She does!" he smiled at her.
"We all love you." Hermione added. "You're…awesome!" she said. Blasie smiled and thanked her.
"What's for breakfast, mum?" Ron asked, stumbling into the kitchen, his eyes closed.
"Pancakes and bacon. But I'm not Molly." Blaise smirked. The girls laughed. Ron's cheeks burned and he mumbled an apology. He sat at the table and looked at Hermione, who was sitting with Ginny.
"Speaking of Molly, when did her and Arthur get home last night?" Hermione asked.
"They didn't." Ron said.
"What?" Ginny asked.
"Apparently, they decided to stay out a bit longer. Mind you, it's only 7."
"Wow…mum and dad out partying! What a concept…" Ginny muttered, taking a piece of bacon from the plate. Blaise slapped her hand.
"Wait for everyone else to wake up!" he hissed. So Ginny looked at Hermione, who winked, and they both opened their mouths and…
Screamed. Loudly.
"Well, that's one way to get everyone up." Blaise said, smiling.
"We're hungry, honey." Ginny said.
"Sorry love, but it's my only rule: no eating until everyone's at the table." Blaise said, grinning at the girls.
Ron was watching Blaise with an interesting look on his face.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, running into the kitchen. He looked at the girls, then Blaise, then Ron. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek. Draco smirked. Harry ran in after him.
"Who screamed?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Ginny laughed. Fred and George walked in.
"Where's mum and dad?" they asked.
"Still out, I reckon." Ron said.
"Everyone sit down! Blaise said he wont feed us until everyone's at the table." Ginny said, ushering everyone to seats. Hermione used her wand to pour 8 cups of coffee and 8 plates skidded to a stop in front of every person. Ginny conjured the syrup, which flew from the cupboard and stopped in front of a jug of milk. Harry pointed his wand at the silverware and 8 forks landed with a loud noise on the blue plates.
"Can't you set the table without magic?" Blaise asked when he brought the large plate of pancakes and bacon to the table.
"Yes, mum." Ginny and Hermione said in unison. They all laughed as they passed the plate around the table. They all ate the pancakes happily.
Draco lifted the orange juice up with his wand and moved it so that it was right in front of Hermione. Then he poured it over her head. Hermione screamed and grabbed the milk and threw it over his head. They both laughed.
"Food fight!" George yelled.
And all Hell broke loose.
Molly and Arthur arrived at 9:00 that night. The teenagers were in the living room, talking. Hermione was spread out over Blaise, Draco, and Harry. Ginny was sitting in front of Harry, braiding her hair. Fred and George were sitting on the couch opposite Hermione. Ron sat on coffee table with his legs crossed under him. Molly watched them quietly, smiling.
"Do you reckon we've got anymore Butterbeer?" Fred asked.
"Nah, but I think there's more Firewhisky." Ginny offered, holding her hand out for a hair tie that Hermione provided. So, George lifted his wand and out came a bottle of Firewhisky with 8 glasses following it. Draco patted Hermione's flat stomach.
"Sit up, love, you can't drink laying down." he said. So, she sat on his lap. Arthur pushed Molly slowly up the stairs. "Let them be; it's the last night they're home. They're going back to school in the morning." he said, taking her hand.
The group got absolutely no sleep that night. They stayed up, telling stories of their childhood, teasing each other, drinking, playing games, laughing, and eating. When Hermione, Ginny, Harry, Draco, and Blaise prepared to leave the next morning, Molly greeted them with coffee. She knew that they stayed up all night; they were still talking when she got to the living room to wake them up. And she found Blaise in the kitchen, cooking. She had smiled warmly and him and shooed him away.
"Oh, dear, let me finish, you're due back at Hogwarts in an hour's time. Go enjoy it in the living room." she had said, kissing his cheek. Why couldn't Percy have turned out like Blaise? She laughed and finished making the waffles the boy had started and began to put bacon in a pan.
"Truth or dare, Ginny Weasley?" Draco asked as they walked to the backyard as they waited for breakfast. They laughed.
"Oh, I think I'll go with…dare, Draco Malfoy." she said with a smirk.
"My, my. Blaise, I think you should get this one." Draco passed it to his best mate with a Slytherin worthy smirk. And well, he was Slytherin, so it was nothing special, really. Blaise tapped his finger against his chin. Then an evil smile spread across his face.
"I dare you, Ginny…to explode four dungbombs in the twins' room." he said. Ginny stared at him. They had just fallen asleep and she knew how they hated being woken up. So she bit her lip and walked back into the house, this time with a purpose. And Harry turned to Hermione.
"Truth or dare, Hermione Malfoy?" he asked, smirking at Draco.
"I'll go the way Ginny went. Dare, Mr. Potter." she said. He handed her his Firebolt.
"Circle the house with this…by yourself." he added. Hermione hid her worry and fear very well. She took the broom and slowly mounted it. She was scared, there was no doubt about that, but once she got into the air, it all melted away. Being on the broom without anyone behind her was surprisingly better…she extended Harry's dare by circling the Burrow several times. When she finally landed, Ginny was back, a satisfied smile on her face.
"I think mum's going to kill me. Along with Fred and George." but she shrugged. "But, it was worth it." and she hugged Hermione. "Good job!" Molly then came out, breakfast, plates, cups, and various drinks floating in front of her.
"Come on, you lot! Eat up, you need to get to school in 30 minutes!"