(Author's Note: And finally, here is the long-awaited party scene! Long
awaited by my lovely nine reviewers who make my day. Also, in this fanfic
Ginny is NOT dating Dean Thomas.it would make things too confusing and it's
already confusing.)
Disclaimer: The people aren't mine, although I wish they were. Dan Radcliff is quite a looker.
"Hermione, are you ready to go?" called Ginny from the hall. She added a bit of silver shimmer on her eyelids and reapplied her lip-gloss. She pursed her lips and turned to Harry. "I wonder what she's doing."
Harry shrugged and stared at Ginny's made-up face. She's changed a lot from the eleven-year old girl who sent me a singing telegram, he pondered.
"HERMIONE!" howled Ron. She ran down the stairs, combing her hair hastily. Like Ginny, she was wearing some kind of sparkly makeup that glistened in the light.
"You look very nice," said Ron awkwardly.
Harry snickered. "You're such a loser," he commented to Ron.
Ron blushed. "Shut up." He walked over to the fireplace and threw some Floo powder on the flame. The fire roared iridescently, the emerald flames gleaming. "Bell Place," he called, stepping into the fire. He disappeared.
"Why do all these wizard homes have names?" asked Harry. "The Burrow, Malfoy Manor, Bell Place."
Ginny shrugged. "The three you named are all old wizarding families. We've been around forever and most of the houses are old. They just got names."
In turn, Ginny, Harry and Hermione each disappeared into the fireplace However, the fireplace that they stepped out of was very different. Unlike the haphazardly messy living room at the Weasley's home, the Bell's living room was immaculate. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling while numerous crystal bric-a-brac was placed around the room. A pristine white carpet graced the floors and a gleaming grand piano stood in a corner.
"Damn," whispered Ron as he shook soot of his foot. "If I had known this place was so fancy, I would've worn underwear."
"Ron, that was an over share of information," commented Hermione. Shaking cinders off of her jeans, she bent to hop off of the fireplace.
"Here, let me carry you," urged Ron, thinking of the baby.
"What?" exclaimed an outraged Hermione. A child like you, holding a representative of the great Diana? "You will do no such thing," she added stiffly as she made a dignified hop to the floor.
"Suit yourself," mumbled Ron. It was at that moment that their hostess arrived.
"Harry! Ginny! Ron!" exclaimed Katie, offering each person an air kiss in turn. She gazed at Hermione. ".Hermione?" she asked tentatively.
Hermione grinned. "That's me," she said boldly.
Katie gave her a brief hug. "You look different then the last time I saw you." She thought for a moment. "Of course, the last time I saw you were unconscious after being attacked by a Death Eater, so I guess you would look different."
"I spent most of the holiday in Bulgaria, with Viktor Krum," added Hermione. Katie wrinkled her nose.
"Strange dude, awesome Quidditch player," she commented. She motioned to her friends. "The party's downstairs. Dean, Seamus, your brothers, Angelina and Alicia are already here."
"It's a bloody Gryffindor reunion," thought Hermione. "All we need is-"
"Neville!" exclaimed Ginny, offering a hand to the boy in the fireplace. "I didn't think you would come."
Neville shrugged and shook the cinders off of his feet. "I didn't have anything better to do."
"We're following Katie to where the party is now," instructed Ginny. She grinned at Neville and began to follow Katie.
Hermione was surprised. From what she gathered from Katie's jabbering in the past few moments, her parents were away on a vacation in the south of France and Northern Italy. Katie had not struck her as the kind of girl to host a party while her parents were away, but then again she wasn't one to make stereotypes. She wasn't exactly the Poster Girl for those who sold their soul to pagan deities.
"Little brother!" exclaimed Fred and George as the six people entered the party room. They got up and gave their sibling a manly hug.
"Is this my little sister?" said Fred, horror-struck. He grinned and hugged Ginny. "You look ravishing, my dear."
(A/N: I usually don't like to use the word "ravishing" because of the origin. In the good old days of yore, "to ravish" was a verb that meant "to rape." So ravishing means rape-able, which I don't find a flattering compliment. Anyway.)
Ginny blushed and giggled. "You saw me yesterday."
"Oh. Right," said George. He turned his attentions to Hermione. "'Mione.I have no words," he said hopelessly.
Fred snatched her hand and kissed it fiercely. "How about "Marry Me?"
Hermione laughed. Despite their obnoxious younger brother, the Weasley twins could be rather charming.
"Viktor might have a comment or two about that," piped Ginny, smothering her mused hair.
"Did you really spend the summer with the greatest Quidditch player in the world?" asked Alicia Spinnet eagerly.
Hermione sat on the couch and shrugged. "Yeah." She pointed to the mini- bar. Dean was having a grand time playing bartender. "Mix me something?"
"Hermione, is that really a good idea?" asked Harry nervously. He poked Ron in the ribs.
"Yeah, maybe you should lay off the alcohol for the next few months."
"Say, nine."
Ginny was quite literally cracking up on the floor by now. It was apparent that Ron and Harry were quite taken by their pregnancy theory.
Dean passed Hermione a butterbeer mixed with fire whiskey. She took the glass and regarded Ron and Harry curiously.
"Seriously, Hermione." Ron walked towards her. "Consuming alcohol can leave to birth defects."
"What in the name of the Goddess are you talking about?" asked Hermione, utterly bemused. She took a swing of her drink and looked puzzled.
Ginny was in hysterics, while the rest of the gang were looking intently upon Hermione and Ron.
Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about the BABY!"
Hermione spat out a bit of her drink. Hastily grabbing a napkin, she wiped off her face and turned to Ron. "What?" she shouted at him.
"This is getting interesting," commented Fred to George. "We're going to be uncles!" He exchanged a high five with his twin. He turned to Ginny, collapsing with laughter. "Did you know about this?" "No," she answered, shuddering in laughter. "I cannot say I did." "Alright, let's get this straight." Hermione held up a finger. "One: I have never done anything with Ron that would result in pregnancy." "Oh," cried a disappointed Fred. "I was looking forward to seeing the little red-haired tyke running amongst the gnomes in the garden," he added tearfully. "There, there Fred," said George. "Maybe it's not Ron's.
"Two," continued Hermione. "To my knowledge, I am not having any kind of spawn. And three, wherever did you get that idea?"
Ron looked nervously at Harry. "Well," began Harry. "You were quite irritable when we returned to the Burrow, that Ron made a comment about mood swings.and something about pregnancy came up. and Ginny told us you were," he finished lamely.
"They believe Viktor drugged you and to quote my brother "had his wicked way with you," translated Ginny. "I was merely an onlooker."
"Alright then," commented Dean. "More drinks?"
"Hey," whispered Seamus. "Maybe if we get Hermione and Ginny drunk enough, they'll kiss!" He smiled at Dean. "Um, right," answered Dean. "Maybe." He looked at Seamus quizzingly and mixed some more drinks.
(Up next.Harry Potter and the Cliché Fan fiction-in which they play Truth or Dare! Yeah. For anyone wondering, the lumberjack will be introduced at Hogwarts.)
Disclaimer: The people aren't mine, although I wish they were. Dan Radcliff is quite a looker.
"Hermione, are you ready to go?" called Ginny from the hall. She added a bit of silver shimmer on her eyelids and reapplied her lip-gloss. She pursed her lips and turned to Harry. "I wonder what she's doing."
Harry shrugged and stared at Ginny's made-up face. She's changed a lot from the eleven-year old girl who sent me a singing telegram, he pondered.
"HERMIONE!" howled Ron. She ran down the stairs, combing her hair hastily. Like Ginny, she was wearing some kind of sparkly makeup that glistened in the light.
"You look very nice," said Ron awkwardly.
Harry snickered. "You're such a loser," he commented to Ron.
Ron blushed. "Shut up." He walked over to the fireplace and threw some Floo powder on the flame. The fire roared iridescently, the emerald flames gleaming. "Bell Place," he called, stepping into the fire. He disappeared.
"Why do all these wizard homes have names?" asked Harry. "The Burrow, Malfoy Manor, Bell Place."
Ginny shrugged. "The three you named are all old wizarding families. We've been around forever and most of the houses are old. They just got names."
In turn, Ginny, Harry and Hermione each disappeared into the fireplace However, the fireplace that they stepped out of was very different. Unlike the haphazardly messy living room at the Weasley's home, the Bell's living room was immaculate. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling while numerous crystal bric-a-brac was placed around the room. A pristine white carpet graced the floors and a gleaming grand piano stood in a corner.
"Damn," whispered Ron as he shook soot of his foot. "If I had known this place was so fancy, I would've worn underwear."
"Ron, that was an over share of information," commented Hermione. Shaking cinders off of her jeans, she bent to hop off of the fireplace.
"Here, let me carry you," urged Ron, thinking of the baby.
"What?" exclaimed an outraged Hermione. A child like you, holding a representative of the great Diana? "You will do no such thing," she added stiffly as she made a dignified hop to the floor.
"Suit yourself," mumbled Ron. It was at that moment that their hostess arrived.
"Harry! Ginny! Ron!" exclaimed Katie, offering each person an air kiss in turn. She gazed at Hermione. ".Hermione?" she asked tentatively.
Hermione grinned. "That's me," she said boldly.
Katie gave her a brief hug. "You look different then the last time I saw you." She thought for a moment. "Of course, the last time I saw you were unconscious after being attacked by a Death Eater, so I guess you would look different."
"I spent most of the holiday in Bulgaria, with Viktor Krum," added Hermione. Katie wrinkled her nose.
"Strange dude, awesome Quidditch player," she commented. She motioned to her friends. "The party's downstairs. Dean, Seamus, your brothers, Angelina and Alicia are already here."
"It's a bloody Gryffindor reunion," thought Hermione. "All we need is-"
"Neville!" exclaimed Ginny, offering a hand to the boy in the fireplace. "I didn't think you would come."
Neville shrugged and shook the cinders off of his feet. "I didn't have anything better to do."
"We're following Katie to where the party is now," instructed Ginny. She grinned at Neville and began to follow Katie.
Hermione was surprised. From what she gathered from Katie's jabbering in the past few moments, her parents were away on a vacation in the south of France and Northern Italy. Katie had not struck her as the kind of girl to host a party while her parents were away, but then again she wasn't one to make stereotypes. She wasn't exactly the Poster Girl for those who sold their soul to pagan deities.
"Little brother!" exclaimed Fred and George as the six people entered the party room. They got up and gave their sibling a manly hug.
"Is this my little sister?" said Fred, horror-struck. He grinned and hugged Ginny. "You look ravishing, my dear."
(A/N: I usually don't like to use the word "ravishing" because of the origin. In the good old days of yore, "to ravish" was a verb that meant "to rape." So ravishing means rape-able, which I don't find a flattering compliment. Anyway.)
Ginny blushed and giggled. "You saw me yesterday."
"Oh. Right," said George. He turned his attentions to Hermione. "'Mione.I have no words," he said hopelessly.
Fred snatched her hand and kissed it fiercely. "How about "Marry Me?"
Hermione laughed. Despite their obnoxious younger brother, the Weasley twins could be rather charming.
"Viktor might have a comment or two about that," piped Ginny, smothering her mused hair.
"Did you really spend the summer with the greatest Quidditch player in the world?" asked Alicia Spinnet eagerly.
Hermione sat on the couch and shrugged. "Yeah." She pointed to the mini- bar. Dean was having a grand time playing bartender. "Mix me something?"
"Hermione, is that really a good idea?" asked Harry nervously. He poked Ron in the ribs.
"Yeah, maybe you should lay off the alcohol for the next few months."
"Say, nine."
Ginny was quite literally cracking up on the floor by now. It was apparent that Ron and Harry were quite taken by their pregnancy theory.
Dean passed Hermione a butterbeer mixed with fire whiskey. She took the glass and regarded Ron and Harry curiously.
"Seriously, Hermione." Ron walked towards her. "Consuming alcohol can leave to birth defects."
"What in the name of the Goddess are you talking about?" asked Hermione, utterly bemused. She took a swing of her drink and looked puzzled.
Ginny was in hysterics, while the rest of the gang were looking intently upon Hermione and Ron.
Ron rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about the BABY!"
Hermione spat out a bit of her drink. Hastily grabbing a napkin, she wiped off her face and turned to Ron. "What?" she shouted at him.
"This is getting interesting," commented Fred to George. "We're going to be uncles!" He exchanged a high five with his twin. He turned to Ginny, collapsing with laughter. "Did you know about this?" "No," she answered, shuddering in laughter. "I cannot say I did." "Alright, let's get this straight." Hermione held up a finger. "One: I have never done anything with Ron that would result in pregnancy." "Oh," cried a disappointed Fred. "I was looking forward to seeing the little red-haired tyke running amongst the gnomes in the garden," he added tearfully. "There, there Fred," said George. "Maybe it's not Ron's.
"Two," continued Hermione. "To my knowledge, I am not having any kind of spawn. And three, wherever did you get that idea?"
Ron looked nervously at Harry. "Well," began Harry. "You were quite irritable when we returned to the Burrow, that Ron made a comment about mood swings.and something about pregnancy came up. and Ginny told us you were," he finished lamely.
"They believe Viktor drugged you and to quote my brother "had his wicked way with you," translated Ginny. "I was merely an onlooker."
"Alright then," commented Dean. "More drinks?"
"Hey," whispered Seamus. "Maybe if we get Hermione and Ginny drunk enough, they'll kiss!" He smiled at Dean. "Um, right," answered Dean. "Maybe." He looked at Seamus quizzingly and mixed some more drinks.
(Up next.Harry Potter and the Cliché Fan fiction-in which they play Truth or Dare! Yeah. For anyone wondering, the lumberjack will be introduced at Hogwarts.)