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British spelling because I am British and I can't spell any other way.

Fit: English lingo for hot …hott… whatever you call it…basically nice looking…yep that's it not fit as in healthy exercise fit…

Anywho..

Chapter 5: An encounter with Vodka.

"You're not wearing that are you?" Harry exclaimed as he saw Ron emerge from the bathroom dressed in what could only be a wizard's robe.

"What's wrong with it?" Ron said looking down at it. "Is it the wrong colour?"

Harry sighed and sat on the bed shaking his head in exasperation, he himself was wearing a loose blue shirt and jeans, perfect gear for clubbing. "One word Ron, muggles."

"Oh yeah but I don't have anything for, you know going out."

"Maybe Hermione will take you shopping some time." Harry answered, "You'll be called a freak if you wear that." Rummaging through his own trunk, Harry found one of his larger shirts and tossed it to Ron who actually managed to catch it. "Wear that and a pair of your jeans, you'll look fine."

"But it's red." Ron stated glancing down at the shirt.

"And?"

"It clashes with my hair."

Harry grinned as he tousled his hair, a style that he had worn for the last year as it saved fighting an ever loosing battle. "Since when have you become so fashion conscious? It doesn't matter what you wear, nobody will notice."

"But you just said-"

"-As long as they are not robes, Hermione will be waiting for us at the reception, now come on." He replied, swiftly ended the argument that was about to erupt.

Both friends hurried out of the room and into the lift, Harry stood still as Ron announced their names and where they wanted to go, he wasn't going to push the button as his friend had to find out for himself that muggle lifts didn't work the same way as magical ones.

"Why aren't we moving?" Came the expected question.

"You haven't pushed the button."

"What button? It worked last time."

"That was because Hermione pushed the button at the same time." Harry pushed Ron out of the way and pressed the button for the ground floor, soon the doors pinged shut and the lift began to move down, Ron stared fixedly at the doors and Harry had to bite his lip to stop himself from making a remark, Ron hated being proved wrong.

At the reception, Hermione was already waiting. She looked slightly unhappy and was tapping her foot in impatience; Harry couldn't help but notice that she was wearing high heeled sandals, a big difference from the flat shoes she wore at school. At seeing them, Hermione only frowned. "You're late, the taxi's here right now!" And practically dragging them she led them out of the hotel.

"Taxi?"

"She'll explain later." Harry answered as Hermione pushed him into the black cab with some force.

She pushed them out as they arrived at their destination much to the amusement of the cab driver who gave them a cheery farewell.

"So that was a taxi." Ron murmured watching the cab go. "More comfortable then your car, it had room for my legs." He dodged Hermione's slap. "Chill, I was only joking."

The club was full of many other teens around their age, all drinking, chatting or dancing. Harry had to grab Ron's arm and direct him to stop his friend from gaping in amazement. A rock band on stage played the music, they didn't quite compare to the weird sisters but the music was still good. "You two stay here and don't get into any trouble." Hermione almost shouted over the noise. "I'll go get the drinks."

Both Harry and Ron grabbed a table and sat down. "So this is what a nightclub is like?" Ron shouted a little too loudly.

"Yeah pretty much, it's my first time but it matches what Dudley told me."

"Dudley's been to a nightclub?" At Harry's nod, Ron burst out laughing until he had tears in his eyes. "I bet he can carve a path through the dance floor just like Hagrid and Madame Maxime and they were half giants!"

"Ron, no you-know-what remember?"

"Oh yeah." Ron seemed quite content to bob his head along to the music; Hermione seemed to be taking an awful long time with the drinks, there hadn't been much of a queue, Harry looked around and found that she was talking to a boy with brown hair; the drinks would take a little while longer he guessed, as long as they didn't take all night it didn't matter.

Two girls weaved their way through the clouds and approached Harry and Ron, taking a seat opposite them. "Hi!" The smaller of the two girls said; her attention mainly on Ron. "I'm Michelle and this is Shell and you are?"

Ron glanced at Harry and beckoned for him to answer for them, he hadn't really talked to muggles his own age before and was unsure how to address the 'shell twins'.

"Harry and he's Ron." Harry stated simply, after rolling his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, so what school do you go to?"

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance; they couldn't exactly say they went to Hogwort's as that was out of the question, Harry's brow furrowed as he thought of an answer. "Err…Smelting's boys' school." The name of his cousin's school was the first thing that came to mind.

"And you?" Michelle asked, smiling at Ron. "It's not a school round here."

"Same." Ron answered weakly. "We're visiting a friend."

"Oh!" Shell said with disappointment tingeing her voice as she watched Harry. "So you're not staying?"

"No." Both Harry and Ron answered at the same time, "But we…er… wish we where. Never met so nice girls." Harry added with a grin, he glanced towards Hermione and silently pleaded for her to come and rescue them, Ron would end up spilling the beans, he just knew it.

"So what A levels do you do?" Michelle said once Harry and Ron volunteered no more to the conversation.

"A Levels?" Ron glanced at Harry unsure what they meant. A levels were the muggle equal of N.E.W.T's but Ron didn't know that, he hadn't heard of them before.

"You know just…er…stuff, science, maths that sort of stuff." Harry made up. Potions could be counted as a science though he didn't actually do potions. Snape would rather have taught a Hippogriff to dance. "Hermione!" He exclaimed as his friend came towards them and handed them their drinks. "This is Michelle and Shell or is it Shell and Michelle?"

Harry couldn't help notice that Ron downed his drink rather quickly and then moved onto Harry's, obviously his friend was nervous but downing alcoholic drinks that fast wasn't good.

Hermione smiled graciously at the two girls before placing herself between Ron and Harry. "So…"

"You must be a friend of Harry and Ron then?"

"Could say that." Hermione's smile turned evil. "Don't you think they're lovely? I could never decide which one to take out so I brought both along." She laid a hand on Ron and Harry's arm. "So if you could…you know." She nodded towards another table. "I would like to be alone with them."

"We didn't realise, so sorry." And with that both girls left.

Hermione turned on Harry and Ron. "Don't ever mention that ever! I can't believe I did that but I don't trust you two alone." She took her hands off their arms.

"Hermione!" Ron said in astonishment. "I never knew you had it in you!" He went to hug her.

"Well with Victor, I got a lot of practice." She blushed at the compliment as she pushed Ron away.

"I won't complain once for a week!" Ron exclaimed. "I think the shell twins put me off muggles for life." Ron seemed suddenly…livelier

Harry grinned. "And Fleur Delacour didn't put you off witches?"

It was Ron's turn to blush. "She was part Veela, 'zey' are very different." He added mimicking Fleur's accent. "You have to admit that Fleur was fit but it turned out she wasn't my type."

"Well, we best be going before you idiot twins end up revealing our whole world." Hermione grinned as she got up from her chair and headed towards the exit,

"I don't think Nightclubs are quite my thing." Ron said absently as he took one last look around, "To simple and their music is terrible and this drink, what is it? It's made me feel all weird!"

"Barcardi Breezer, it has vodka in it." Harry responded as he pushed Ron ahead of him who seemed reluctant to leave. "And I noticed you drank mine!"

Ron wrinkled his nose and waved the bottle in the air. "It tastes rather disgusting but then it does something…"

"It makes you drunk and I don't think you can hold drinks very well." Harry grinned; Ron seemed to be acting rather drunk. "You've only had one bottle and already you're acting off your head."

"Maybe it affects wizards that way." Hermione said thoughtfully as she walked ahead of them out of the nightclub. "It'd be great to test it back at school…purely on an experimental basis."

At hearing her voice, Ron turned in her direction, a slight look of confusion on his reddened face. "By the way Hermione who was that you were talking to?" He called, chasing after her.

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! Tell me or I'll tell Vicky about everything!" Ron grinned as Hermione spun round in a clatter of heels.

"You wouldn't?!"

"I would!"

"It was just a guy! I can talk to the opposite sex! Harry, tell him I can talk to the opposite sex!"

"What she said." Harry laughed as Ron cried with laughter; his friend was definitely a wee bit tipsy from his first meeting with vodka.

"Harry!"

"Ow!" He exclaimed as a heel connected with his toe and pushed down. "What was that for?! It was Ron who was teasing you! If I had my wand you'd be sorry!" Harry knew that he sounded childish but he would be amazed if he hadn't suffered a broken toe.

"Well Ron's not acting himself." Hermione explained as she grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him into the taxi, Ron chose to follow meekly behind.

As the taxi rattled its way back to the hotel, Harry only hoped that Ron would not snore, if that happened his friend would find a sock in his mouth.

TBC

Another chapter done but didn't like it…again. I kept adding to it and I'm still not satisfied, don't think I did the slightly drunk thing right but then again I've never been drunk…that I can remember so can't relate.

Next chapter: It's a surprise! ::looks through a book on car mechanics::

Responses to reviews:

Joyce Malevolence: Funny without trying? ::grins:: Thanks. I love being cruel to Ron…can't help it, it's addictive!

Riley: Thank you… They'll be plenty more of 'poor Ron'.

Kwndnl: Glad it was another funny chapter, thank you for reviewing as it inspires me to write more.

Phantom radio: Thank you for loving Ron's reaction to the spider…it's what any sane person would do. This chapter didn't quite work out the way I planned.

Lovablechick213: Yep I think Ron used magic to fit more stuff in his trunk, I was thinking of Mad eye Moody's trunk for some reason. ::shrugs:: Ron has to use magic at some stage.

Lucid-03-days: lol. Glad you enjoyed the spider part and everyone has to love Ron. I did put it in humour and yes I did do it because of you, I thought I'd done it before but you made me double-check so thank you! Doesn't everyone live in their own little world?

Sou85a: The only person in my family that doesn't hate spiders is my dad; my 20 year old brother is terrified of them and makes his girlfriend get rid of them which is very funny to watch, that's where I got my inspiration from. And no Ron doesn't realise Harry is teasing him…naughty Harry.