"Ready to party?" Charlie asked and banged his large hand to Bill's back. The older nodded while looking around the living-room of Shell Cottage which would now hold his bachelor party. The cream-coloured couches had been pushed closer to the coffee-table, which now held an unknown number of different bottles and he noted for himself to make sure it was cleaned up afterwards, or Fleur would murder him.
"Look who's here," Jason Steed said as he came from the kitchen and added even more bottles.
"So you're the mastermind who decided to have my house demolished before I even move in," Bill said with a grin, knowing Jason's parties had a habit of getting out of hand.
"Yeah, have a real blow-out before you settle down and become respectable and boring." Jason sat down in one of the sofas, wrapping his thin arms over the back. "And I got entertainment."
"And what does that mean? Strippers?" Charlie asked and took the other couch. Jason scratched his chin as four men arrived by the Floo. A couple of welcoming-phrases later they too were seated while Bill still stood leaning on the banister.
"So, strippers? Hookers? Clowns?" Bill asked, knowing Jason could have had an even more disastrous idea.
"Don't know what you want to call me," Kay said as she descended the stairs slowly, her clothes could at least imply the two first options. Charlie's eyes were positively about to pop out as she leaned over the table, biting her lower lip and took a bottle of beer, bringing it up to her mouth as she straightened up and uncapped it with her teeth, making the foam run down her chest and soaking her cleavage.
"As I said, entertainment." Jason grinned widely as she took a gulp of the beer, afterwards handing it to Eddie Hammock. The party soon took off, the music booming as the drinks were consumed hastily and the talk revolved around girls, sex, Quidditch and how to combine them.
"Naw, lookit," Eddie said and pointed to Charlie, snoring on the sofa. They had lost track of time, the only sure thing was that it was before dawn.
"Let's see," Kay said when she had found a quill and ink-pot, sticking the tip of her tongue out in concentration as she drew a moustache on Charlie, Jason helped by adding glasses with his finger. "How cute." Charlie began stirring slightly, causing Jason to back off. "No, don't wake up, we're having so much fun!"
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"Shh," Kay whispered with a giggle as they stepped out of the fireplace of the Burrow, it seemed sensible to go there to sleep. She got a wet kiss to her ear and turned towards him, running her hands over his red hair as they continue to snog, he pushed her towards the table, tugging off her underwear in the process. The thong fell to the floor as she broke the kiss.
"C'mon, you know you want to," he said, pushing his erection to her side.
"You bet I want to," she whispered back and looked up in his exited face. "But let's get to the bed, I don't fancy an arse-full of splinters." She began unbuttoning his shirt anyway as his hands went under her skirt, his fingers getting soaked as he tickled her. She moaned and ripped herself away before going up the creaking stairs, he stumbled after her when he had blown out the candle some idiot had left lighted.
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She woke suddenly and took a deep breath, the heavy body on top of hers barely moving. Fuck! she thought and pushed him off. He laid on his side now, jeans and underwear still around his ankles and she remembered what had happened late last night. Or this morning, she wasn't sure when they had headed home.
Slowly she made her way out of bed, regretting having so much to drink the previous evening. She took on the skirt they had hastily ripped off her and looked in the mirror. The red tank-top was wrinkled and had a stain due to some drooling during the sleep.
"Hey, wakey!" She pushed him over on his back and wrenched one of his eyes open. He tried to turn away from the light and sat up, rubbing his face to wake up. "So how do you feel on your wedding day?" she asked.
He looked horrified. "We didn't...? Oh, we did!" His voice was shrill and he fell back again, covering his face with the sheet.
"Come on, you have two hours to get ready." She started to drag at his arms to get him back up.
The door creaked and Fred stuck his head in. "Getting my brother up?"
She gave a short laugh. "Almost." He seemed satisfied and closed the door again.
"Fine!" The sheet was throw aside, Bill stood up and pulled up his jeans, looked in the mirror and took his hair out of the pony-tail, combing it with his fingers.
She sat down on the bed and heard an echo from over a decade ago whispering you're terrible, and agreed with it.
