*11* Firewhiskey
An hour later, Harry and Ginny were arriving in the Gryffindor Common Room to a loud cheer. The room was buzzing with witches, wizards and muggles. Harry looked around to find Hermione. As he reached her, he asked if Ron had returned from the kitchens. Ron had become quite popular with the House Elves since the Battle of Hogwarts. Anytime he requested food, he got it. Occasionally, Harry and Ron would return to their dorm with a special treat awaiting on Ron's bed. A few minutes passed before Ron returned smiling.
"The elves said they'd be happy to whip us up something. Just asked we cleared a table." Ron smiled as he wrapped his arm around Hermione.
"You mean happy to whip you up something." Hermione rolled her eyes as she smiled.
"Well yea, they love me! But I can share." Soon the tables in the common room were covered in food, mostly of Ron's favorites. When the House Elves popped up, a few muggles jumped and one screamed, still not used to apparition. Somewhere down the line, students brought out beer and whiskey, originally hidden in their dorms. Muggles returned to their own dorms to bring back muggle brands. As the party continued friends switched drinks. Harry who had lived with muggles his whole life quickly realized he had never tasted muggle alcohol before. But that changed as Dudley found him and handed him two bottles of beer.
"I figured you might like some. I got one for your friend too. Figured he'd like to try a muggle beer too." Harry graciously took the bottles from Dudley.
"Thanks. I'd give you something, but I actually don't have any. Though Seamus will probably offer you Firewhiskey and when he does sip it." Dudley laughed.
"I've had plenty of whiskey before." Harry smiled, happy conversations with Dudley were getting easier.
"Oh, I bet. But trust me. Firewhiskey has a bit of a kick."
Harry took another swig from his cup. He could feel the effects of the Firewhiskey moving through his body. The sensation felt odd as it tingled through him. Ginny giggled at him as he shot her a sheepish grin.
"Who's next?" A muggle girl, Harry didn't know before tonight, called out. She herself had a large glass of something. Seamus, clearly tipsy, moved forward to spin. It landed on Truth. Everyone went silent as she prepared herself for what she must have thought was the most ingenious question ever. She lifted her glass, almost spilling a few drops.
"What… is the most illegal thing you've ever done?" The girl smiled as Seamus went deep in thought.
"Does it count if I was given permission?" Seamus asked.
"Boo!"
"Permission? Who'd give you permission?"
"Sure." The girl nodded.
"When I got to blow up the Hogwarts bridge to Hogsmeade."
"You did what?!" Half the crowd erupted. Some laughing as they remembered Professor McGonagall giving him permission.
"Yea, he did it a bit too good too." Neville said louder than normal. After the laughing died down, Kristen spun.
"Can you drive a car? Like a real real one." Seamus asked. Kristen looked at him stunned.
"Uh-yea. I've driven a real real car." Kristen laughed at Seamus' amazement.
"Hey, I've driven a real car before."
"Yea and I heard you nearly killed the Whomping Willow tree." Ron stuck his tongue out at Neville who couldn't stop laughing.
Next was Ron's turn. He spun and it stopped on Dare. Kristen clearly already had a dare prepared.
"I dare you to talk in an accent for the rest of the game."
"ight, wicked pissah yo." Ron added hand movements as he talked.
"What was that?" Ginny yelled across the room.
"I don't know. Hermione spin!" Hermione, who was well into her third glass, spun. Truth. Ron laughed.
"Oh I got a goooood one. Hermione. Have you ever kept a library book?" Ron looked intensely at Hermione. Hermione's lips came together, and she looked as if she was about to cry as she nodded her head. Ron pulled her closer and began whispering to her. Hermione sat up smiling after a minute before turning to Allie.
The game continued with everyone having a great time. Someone spilled wine at one point, but no one knew who. Eventually the game came back to Harry, now on his third cup. It was Marcus' turn to ask the question.
"Harry, do you have any tattoos and if you do, what are they?"
"You can't ask two questions at once." Harry laughed, avoiding the question. Marcus rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Do you have any tattoos?"
"Yes, three." Harry took another sip of his drink. He noticed the surprise look on his cousin's face.
"Three! When did you get another one?" Hemione asked, giving him a disapproving look.
"Whose turn?" Harry avoided. Ginny leaned in as the game continued.
"When did you get the third one?" She asked in a voice that sounded like in her drunk stooper she was trying to flirt.
"Over the summer." Harry whispered.
"Well yea, that's when you got the other ones." Ginny took another sip and leaned closer to Harry.
"I think you've had enough." Harry tried to take her glass away, but Ginny wasn't having it.
"I've had just as much as you Harry Potter. Now stop avoiding the question." Harry sighed.
"I went back a few days after the first two." Harry blushed as he thought of the third tattoo on his right side.
"Well, I demand you show it right now." Ginny leaned close to Harry's face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her right then and there.
"Later, when we haven't had so many drinks."
Author's Note: THANK YOU to James Birdsong, Fast Frank and jkarr for reviewing my last chapter!