CHAPTER NINE: THE DRINKING SESSION
ONE YEAR LATER…
THE GRANGER'S HOUSE, BERKSHIRE
'Who am I Jackie?' asked Harry, looking at the one-year-old red haired baby with green eyes straight in the eyes while carrying her. 'Who am I?' The baby giggled.
'Hayi,' she cooed for the one-millionth time. 'Hayi.'
'Very good,' beamed Harry, taking out a sugarquill. 'And for saying my name, I give you this.'
'Cheska,' said Draco, making the baby face him. 'Look at me. Come on.'
'She doesn't want to see your ugly face, Malfoy,' teased Harry.
'Shut up,' snapped Draco and then his face softened. 'What's my name Cheska? Come on. Jackie said my name already. My name is?'
'Dayco,' cooed the other baby, giggling a little.
'Ha!' bragged Draco, throwing the baby in the air and then catching her again. 'She said my name. Dayco. She said Dayco. Isn't that lovely?'
'Stop it, you two,' said Hermione, chuckling a little. 'You two have been asking for your names for the past two hours. My children are probably thinking that you two are stupid.' She took Cheska and Jackie and then laid them on their cradle.
'What—why did you take them?' asked Draco in a demanding voice.
'It's past their bedtime,' said Hermione, rolling her eyes. 'They have to sleep.'
'Isn't it a bit early?' asked Harry, frowning. 'It's only 10:30---'
'Only 10:30?' said Hermione, 'No baby sleeps at 10:30 you know.'
'Granger, you are so boring,' said Draco and then grinned at the babies. 'I really think that they still want to play. You do, right?'
'I think so too,' said Harry, leaning down to stare at the baby.
'You know what,' said Hermione while shaking the feeding bottles of the two babies. 'I really think that you two would make good fathers.'
'You really think so?' gasped Harry, staring at faraway land. He started to imagine himself married to Ginny and as a father. 'Thank you.'
'Me? A father?' said Draco arrogantly. 'I will be one but not anytime soon, OK.'
'Why?' she asked playfully. 'You are very fond of my daughters. Why not get married and make one of your own?'
'Oh please, Granger,' said Draco, looking at her as if she's crazy. 'Don't be ridiculous.'
'What's ridiculous about getting married and having children?'
'Well,' he said, thinking. 'I just don't see myself committed to just one girl at the moment.'
'He's a prat,' said Harry. 'I think that having a family is the best part of life. I'm actually talking to Ginny about it---'
'No, shit!' exclaimed Draco. 'Congratulations, mate! Good for you!'
'That's good, Harry,' said Hermione enthusiastically, before giving her daughters their feeding bottles. 'Goodluck!'
'We are not getting married yet,' said Harry, trying to calm his friends down. 'Not yet. I'm only turning 19 my dear friends.'
'Oh,' drawled Draco. 'Anyway, as for me, I'm very contented with looking after babies only when I want to.'
'Anyway,' said Hermione, yawning. 'It's getting late. I really want you two to stay so we could chat, but we have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.'
'I guess you are right,' said Draco, tapping her back and leaning down to kiss the two sleeping babies.
'As always,' said Harry, doing the exact same thing before walking after Draco. *******
HARRY POTTER'S APARTMENT, KENSINGTON
'Potter?' said Draco, looking very irritated. 'Will you please hurry up?'
'Why the hell?' snapped Harry, checking all his pockets.
'I have to watch the stupid re-run,' he snapped. 'I want to see how I did in the stupid race last week.' Draco Malfoy is now a very popular car racer and is also the new spokesperson of Ferrari.
'Why don't you just go and catch it in your house?'
'Because I had to bring the greatest prat home, that's you by the way. If you only brought your own car, then I would have gone straight home. My mum's waiting for me---'
'Idiot,' said Harry. Suddenly, the door flung open. 'What the hell---'
'Hello, mates,' greeted Ron, holding a bottle of Muggle Beer in his left hand.
'Thank you so much, Weasley,' said Draco, making his way inside the apartment.
'Ron,' said Harry, walking in. 'How did you---'
'Alohamora,' he said.
'You idiot!' hissed Harry, closing the door. 'There are cameras---'
'Oh, calm down,' he said, walking towards the kitchen. 'Beer, anyone?'
'Me,' said Draco, playing with the remote control. 'There I am! Damn, I'm good!'
'What are you watching,' asked Ron, handing Draco and Harry a bottle of beer and then sitting on the couch, placing his foot on the table.
'My race,' he replied proudly. 'I was first you know.'
'Malfoy,' said Harry, taking a sip from his beer. 'Everybody knows you were first. You were all over the bloody newspapers in the sports section---'
'Yeah, I know,' said Draco, his eyes focused on the TV.
'You bloody arrogant prat,' said Ron, watching the TV. 'But you are still good---'
'I know,' said Draco again. Ron and Harry just rolled their eyes.
'Anyway,' said Harry, sitting on the couch and placing his feet on the table. 'What are you doing in my apartment?'
'What? Am I not welcome here anymore?' replied Ron, his eyes fixed on the Wizarding World Magazine, whose title is The Twenty Most Gorgeous Man Of The Wizarding World Under Twenty. 'Anyway, my apartment is too boring for my liking plus I need to celebrate. Padma and I just broke up.'
'Again?' said Draco. 'I went out with her during 6th year and oh, Great Merlin, that girl drove me nuts. Seriously.'
'I know,' added Ron, 'she's very beautiful, alright but her attitude just throws me off.'
'Too different from Parvati, eh,' added Harry.
'Oh yes,' said both Ron and Draco. 'Very. Totally. Completely.' They all laughed.
'You don't seem affected at all,' said Harry, throwing a chocolate frog in the air and then catching it with his mouth.
'Well, how can I be?' He continued on flipping the pages of the magazine. 'The woman broke up with me, oh I don't even know how many times, and then she would beg me to take her back after a few days. It's just the same old cycle, you know. Hey Harry, you are here!'
'Am I?' asked Harry, blushing a little.
'This gorgeous green-eyed and black-haired man was the very person who defeated You-Know-Who at a tender age of one…' read Ron, laughing a little. Draco grabbed the magazine.
'This very talented and extremely good looking wizard…' continued Draco teasingly while laughing and putting much emphasis on the word "extremely". 'Look at all these girls in the picture, pushing each other just to catch a glimpse of him! He is the best seeker who ever lived, said one of his millions of fans…'
Harry just stared at the two of them, laughing together. Who would have thought that The Weasleys and The Malfoys would ever get along?
It was the last day of the Summer Holidays when they heard a loud knock on the door and it was Lucius Malfoy… and he wanted to talk.
'Dad?! Don't tell me that you are interested to hear all these rubbish?!' said George looking outraged, still clutching on to Mr. Malfoy's robe.
'Please,' Mr. Malfoy said, 'just listen to me. I'm only asking for a few minutes--PLEASE.' Mr. Malfoy looked at him with pleading eyes.
'George,' Mr. Weasley said. 'Let go of him.'
'WHAT?'
'I said, let go of him.' George released Lucius Malfoy from his tight grip, much to his dismay. He looked at Lucius Malfoy and then walked towards his father. Fred looked at Lucius Malfoy.
'You better choose your words wisely---one wrong word, Lucius Malfoy,' he said, looking threatening. 'I swear in Merlin's name---I'll kill you.' Lucius Malfoy turned his gaze back to Arthur Weasley, who was now leaning on the table with his arms crossed over his chest.
'I have a proposition to make,' he said. 'You help me, and I'll help you.' Mr. Weasley began to frown.
'What are you trying to say, you arse faced albino twit!' George yelled. 'You want my dad to be HIS supporter?! NO, THANK YOU!'
'Weasley,' he said, trembling. 'My, my family is in danger. All my so-called friends are Death Eaters. I can't really trust them. Narcissa and Draco don't know that I am a Death Eater. I was forced to go back to him. I had no choice. If I didn't, he'd kill them. He said that he wouldn't kill me. He'd kill them. I have Zabini on my side right now but that's all. Please, I really need your help. I don't care if I die…Help my family, please.'
Despite his sons' disagreement, Mr. Weasley agreed. The war came and to their surprise The Malfoys and The Zabinis were indeed against YOU-KNOW-WHO. Voldemort got so angry with Lucius Malfoy that he hit him with a Cruciatus Curse. Draco saw this and tried to attack Voldemort, but Voldemort was fast enough to avoid his attack.
'AVADA KEDAVRA!' yelled Ron, but to his surprise, Voldemort didn't get away this time.
'AVADA KEDAVRA!' Voldemort yelled, as well. The lights from their wands met and then formed a huge golden ball. 'You are a fool for doing this with me!'
Parkinson pointed his wand towards Ron's direction and then yelled, 'CRUCIO!'
'Weasley!' Draco yelled. 'EXPELLIARMUS!' The lights from their wands met and formed a huge golden ball. Draco had beaten Mr. Parkinson in the duel and then ran to Ron Weasley's side.
'Malfoy!' Ron yelled. 'Help me! I'm - tired! He's winning!'
'What did you use?'
'Avada Kedavra!' Without thinking twice, Draco immediately raised his wand then yelled, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' It was two against one now.
'He's too strong!' Ron said, looking haggard and is now hanging on to his wand with his two hands. 'I-I-I'm tired.'
'I'm tired too, Weasley,' Malfoy said weakly, looking haggard as well. 'But we have to fight! We will die if we don't push through! COME ON!' they both watched as the golden ball slowly moved towards them. Blaise Zabini came running to Draco's side.
'Malfoy!' she yelled, still panting. She was trembling and bleeding. 'What–did–you–use?'
'Avada Kedavra,' he replied. Blaise Zabini took one deep breath and then raised her wand.
'AVADA KEDAVRA!' she said rather weakly but with enough power, determination and concentration. The light from her wand joined the golden ball before them and it became bigger and brighter.
'Ron! Malfoy! Zabini!' Harry yelled, looking tired and weak. He was also limping. 'What did you use?'
'Avada Kedavra,' was their reply. Harry went in between Draco and Ron and then raised his wand. He breathed deeply and then shouted, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' A bright shade of light came out of his wand and then joined the golden ball before them. The golden ball was now even brighter and bigger and it is now moving towards Voldemort. His eyes widened with fear. All five wands began to vibrate like mad. A few seconds later, all five people began floating in the air.
'What the hell are you doing, Potter?' Draco asked, looking alarmed. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?'
'This has happened before, and I'm not doing anything. Just shut your mouth and concentrate.'
'What the---' Lucius yelled. 'DRACO!'
'BLAISE!' Mr. Zabini cried.
'RON! HARRY!' Arthur yelled. Both fathers watched in awe as they saw Harry, Ron, Blaise and Draco float in the air with Voldemort.
Fred and George won their own duel and then yelled, 'What the hell!' upon seeing five people floating in the air.
'Ron!' Fred yelled, looking up. 'Are you, alright?'
'Ron!' George yelled, looking up as well. 'Ron! Answer me! ARE YOU OK?!'
'Avada Kedavra!' Ron, Harry, Blaise and Draco shouted. Upon hearing what they just said, George and Fred, looking weak and had few scratches on their faces, immediately raised their wands high and then shouted, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' The bright light from their wands joined the great golden ball above them and it became bigger and brighter again and before they know it, Fred and George was now also floating in the air.
'WHOAH!' George yelled, now floating beside Blaise. 'WHAT THE HELL?!'
'What's-what's-happening?!' Fred yelled, now floating beside Ron. 'What are you doing?!'
'Fred! George!' Mr. Weasley shouted. 'My God!'
'Father!' Draco said. 'Don't worry about us! Just keep them from attacking us!' They were all very tired now, with huge holes on their robes and dirty faces. Draco's lower lip was bleeding and Ron had a huge cut on his forehead. Fred was holding Ron's right arm to keep him from falling. They were all breathing deeply, maintaining their concentration when the ball decided to move once more---but this time it's moving closer to Voldemort. His eyes even grew bigger with fear. They all watched closely as the ball moved closer and closer---as it reached the tip of Voldemort's wand. Suddenly, they heard a loud explosion, which threw Ron, Harry, Draco, Blaise, Fred and George in different directions, dropping them ten feet onto the ground. The golden ball now had disappeared and was replaced by a cloud of smoke as they all watched Lord Voldemort burst into flames. He shrieked a horrible shriek. He's dead.
Now, it's not only Harry Potter who the wizarding world consider great now, Ron, Fred and George Weasley, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini have shared his fame. Although, Harry Potter is and will always be The Number One, he's the boy who lived, after all.
'Oh shut the hell up, you two,' he said, joining in and grabbing the magazine. He looked at it. 'Aha! Oh, so you are teasing me eh, Ron?'
'The youngest of the six Weasley boys, whose brother's are: the owners of the very popular, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, troublesome but very cute Fred and George Weasley; the Head of Gringott's Bank, Bill Weasley; the Head of Dept. Of International Magical Cooperation, Percy Weasley; and the Head of Dangerous Animals Management, Charlie Weasley,' read Harry, placing the magazine as far as he could since Ron was trying to take it away from him.
'Stop it, Harry,' said Ron, blushing. Harry threw the magazine to Draco.
'This red-haired cutie, the former Keeper of Puddlemere United after Oliver Wood signed up with the English Team,' continued Draco, standing on the couch and raising it as high as he could, 'resigned after one season to go to St. Mungo's Medical School…' Draco was laughing so hard that he collapsed on the chair. Ron grabbed the magazine.
'It's your turn, Malfoy!' said Ron, chuckling at the laughing figure of Draco and Harry who were both rolling on the floor. 'This blonde 19 year old hottie is the most mysterious of all...'
'Oh,' teased Harry, 'mysterious, eh?'
'Oh, shut up, Harry,' said Ron, smirking at the frowning Draco. 'The only Heir of Lucius Malfoy, whose assets are reported to be at least 975 million galleons, is reported on having a soft spot for Muggle Cars. Cars are what muggles use as their means of---975 million galleons? The Zabinis and the Malfoys has been racing for the title of the richest people in the world. Since the Zabini's have two daughters and the Malfoys only have Draco, he is considered to be the richest kid in the Wizarding World---'
'975 million galleons, Malfoy?' gasped Harry. 'At least 975 million galleons?'
'What the hell do you do with all that money?' asked Ron, dropping on the couch.
'What?' said Draco uneasily, grabbing the magazine and checking the article. 'I don't know. It's not mine, you know. It's my mother's and father's---'
'It will be yours,' said Ron.
'Anyway, Weasley,' said Draco, changing the topic. 'You are in People Magazine as well. Fifty Most Eligible Bachelors…'
'Yeah I know,' said Ron, taking the magazine from him and looking at his picture. He is now a model for Ralph Lauren and Evian. 'You are too.'
'I know,' said Draco, sitting beside Ron, 'isn't it ironic that two purebloods are making a name in the Muggle World? Hey, I like your shirt here, Ron.'
'Do you want one?'
'Sure.' Ron nodded. 'I'm tired.'
'Me too,' said Harry. 'I'm drunk---'
'I'm spending the night here, Harry,' said Ron, lying on the couch.
'OK,' said Harry, 'Draco?'
'I'll just call my mum and tell her that I'll be staying here.' Ron and Harry snorted. Draco just made a face.
After a few hours of discussion and continuous beer drinking…
'Padma is driving me insane,' said Ron for the 100th time. 'She wants me to watch romantic films with her---'
'What?' said Harry for the 100th time, his face buried on the couch.
'She wants me to watch romantic films with her,' said Ron, his voice rising a little. 'It just bores me to death, though---'
'I told you the lady is insane,' mumbled Draco for the 100th time as well, his face resting on his arm.
'I told her that we should just end it because it's not going to work,' mumbled Ron. 'We just don't get along---'
'Then break up with her,' suggested Harry sleepily.
'It's not the easiest thing to do with Padma,' mumbled Draco.
'Oh yes. We broke up already,' said Ron. 'I just wish that she won't come back to me ever again.'
'She has this power that would make you take her back and all that rubbish… and she gets upset over the dumbest things,' said Draco. 'She makes you feel guilty. Hey, it's one minute past midnight! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!'
'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' said Ron as well; pulling Draco to his feet and then they sang a Happy Birthday song to him, which made Harry laugh and wince. They were out of tune.
'Happy Birthday, Harry!' sang Ron with matching actions. 'Happy birthday Harry!'
'Hooray for the birthday today,' sang Draco. 'Hooray for the party we're having---' They all laughed and then dropped on the couch after a few minutes of running around.
'Great Merlin, I still miss Hermione,' mumbled Ron out of the blue. 'Have I told you that I loved that woman? That hurt me so much when she left me, you know. It felt as if she tore my heart into a billion pieces---'
'A billion pieces,' snorted Draco, burying his face on the couch, 'that's just silly.'
'Silly? Ha,' he continued. 'Anyway, it's all in the past now. Look at me! I'm successful, rich, popular, a model---'
'And you are a medical student at St. Mungo's,' added Draco.
'And in love---with her,' sighed Ron.
'You are?' asked Harry, massaging his temples. 'Do you want to see her?'
'Oh yes,' said Ron, 'I can't believe it. After all this time, she's still here---' He placed a hand over his heart.
'That's good,' said Draco. 'You have two daughters with her. They are one year old and they are Jackie and Cheska---'
'I do?' said Ron dreamily. 'Wow, I bet that they are beautiful, just like their mother.'
'Oh they are,' said Harry.
'I want to meet them,' said Ron, looking very drunk, 'will you bring me to them? Harry? Draco? Stupid idiots are sleeping already---Maybe I should go to sleep too. I think I heard them say that I have daughters with Hermione…*HIC*' *******
THE NEXT MORNING…
*DING*DONG*DING*DONG*DING*DONG*DING*DONG*DING*DONG*
'Stupid Muggle things,' mumbled Draco, kicking Harry but there was no reply. He tried reaching for Ron but he was too far. The doorbell rang again and again and again. He moaned. 'Go away!' but it didn't stop. He slowly crawled to the door, while carefully massaging his head. He felt that he has a hangover, a really bad one. He opened the door.
'Dayco,' greeted the little girl in front of him. *******
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