Ch 10: Party Games
"Oh!" he says, putting his napkin back on the table and beginning to scoot his chair out.
"Don't bother. If it was a fancy restaurant, I'd mind. But since we're among friends, who cares?" I say. Hopefully I masked that anger. Grr. Stupid Oliver. I plop down in the chair, and start digging in.
Tonight's meal; Spaghetti and garlic bread a la Weasley. If they had made something like tarts, I'd be wary, but spaghetti seems safe enough. I laugh, remembering when the twins tested some canary creams on a few friends. Man, seeing our classmates burst into feathers was so hilarious!
"What's so funny?" George asks, leaning over from my right. I shake my head, giving him a grin. I think he knows it has to do with him, because he smiles back, his eyes glinting from behind his freckled cheeks. Hmm...I might want to stay away from the bread though.
I pile a few heaps of spaghetti onto my plate, and tear off a chunk of garlic bread, wiping my greasy fingers on my napkin. Oliver nudges my right elbow and passes me some yummy looking sauce. Hehe, I love spaghetti sauce, well, most kinds.
Each one of us wolfs down our dinner, and in about 10 minutes, I find myself casting the 'scourgify' spell to clean the dishes. As I see to it that the right sponges are sudsing up the right things, the lights go out. Alicia screams and I gasp and take a few step backwards, only to feel two warm hands placed on my shoulders.
"It's OK, just calm down," I hear Oliver whisper to me. Thank God its pitch black, because I must be blushing like crazy. Hell, when am I not blushing like crazy? Maybe it's a disease and I should go see a Healer or something.
"Sorry!" I hear the Weasley's yell together. Do they ever do anything separately?
"Argh! What'd you do?!" I yell at the pair, reluctantly acknowledging the fact that Oliver's hands were gone. Yes, I have finally agreed that I do like Oliver, but I think I said that before...I think. I dunno. What's important right now is just what the bloody hell the twins did to my electricity!
I hear Angelina summon a bunch of candles, and then enchant them to float up towards the ceiling. Hopefully the Muggle fire alarm won't go off...
"Lumos!" I hear her shout, and the room is soon lit by the free-floating candles. I see the twins standing in a corner.
"Sorry, Katie,"
"We were trying to charm the lights to dim,"
"So we began messing with your fuses,"
"And they sort of went haywire,"
"Great. Thanks boys," I mutter. Stupid boys. Why were they trying to get the lights to dim anyways?
"It's not that bad, Kates. It just makes it all the more intimate," I hear Oliver drawl. I gulp and sit down on the couch. He just had to say intimate, didn't he?
"What're these, Katie?" Fred says, holding up my corset. To his left, I see George stretching out my boy shorts.
I scream like a banshee and tackle the boys to the ground. How stupid could I be?! Why the hell didn't I put these away after Oliver found them?! Agh, this is so embarrassing. I snatch back the offending items and toss them into my room, huffing angrily. Looking over at the boys angrily, I hiss out;
"If you say anything about those, you will regret it." That better have sounded menacing! The twins nod.
"Stop grinning!" I command. I hear girlish giggling from behind me. Great, today just isn't my day, is it?
"Oh, Katie, chill out. Come sit down!" Angelina says, patting the seat between Alicia and herself. Oliver was seated by himself in the center of the couch across. The twins don't hesitate to leap over the couch and squash Oliver between their shoulders.
"Hi Oliver!" Fred greets his former captain happily. Oliver grits his teeth and clenches his fists together, a few knuckles cracking. The twins finally let up and poor Oliver takes in a deep breath, recovering from his squashed lungs.
"Hey! Let's play a game!" Alicia says. Once again, another open statement made by one of my friends.
"Like?" I prompt.
"Truth or dare!" Alicia says, giggling happily. Agh! Quit it! You're making the couch bounce!
"Noooo," I groan, putting a hand to my forehead.
"Yeah!" Angelina yells.
"Come on, Katie! It'll be fun!" The twins prompt. Agh! Enough of the twin thing!!!
"Fine!" I yell out. Of course, I'm awarded with yells of triumph. I really need to learn to be more stubborn.
"OK, but let's make this fun. If you choose truth, you have to take two shots of any liquor. If you choose dare, you only need to take one," George says, grinning as he takes down the pyramid of shot glasses.
"I'll go first!" Alicia calls out, raising her hand into the air.
"Hmm...Let's see. Angelina, truth or dare?"
"Truth," Angelina says after a short pause. She hunches over, and pours herself two shots of fire whiskey.
"Who do you like?"
"...Do I have to?"
"YES!" Alicia insists. Ange sighs and downs the two shots, wincing slightly.
"Fred," Angelina whispers. I had to strain to hear it, and I imagine that Alicia didn't hear it. Five galleons she didn't...
"Who?"
"Fred!"
"...Really?" Fred asks hesitantly. I can feel the heat of Angelina's blush from here, as she puts her head in her hands and nods an affirmative.
"It's ok...cus I like you too," Fred says, grinning sheepishly. The shadows flicker across his face, giving him a mysterious look.
"Really?" Fred nods. Maybe I'm not the only one, but I can definitely feel a change in the atmosphere here. The two stare questioningly at each other, and I roll my eyes. We're not first years any more!
"Next question?"
"Oh, right," Fred agrees. Wait...he just took Angelina's turn!! Not fair!
"Oliver, truth or dare?" Fred asks. All heads turn to Oliver, and he puts a hand to his chin to think.
"Dare," he says finally. The twins share a grin while Oliver leans forward and pours a shot of black cherry flavored vodka, then downs it quickly, smacking his lips after he finished.
"I dare you to kiss Katie," Fred says, grinning. I choke on nothing, and my eyes bug out.
"What?" I hiss. Fred of course, ignores me, his eyes boring into Oliver's head.
"Fine. Kates, come here," Oliver says calmly, beckoning me over. OK, why is he so damn calm?! Agh! My legs carry me over, and he pulls me onto his lap. My butt finds the space between his legs and I settle down. He smirks as my eyelids flutter, feeling his hot breath on my face. He leans forward slowly, and places his lips gently on mine. Oh God, I think I've died and gone to Heaven. His lips are soft and warm, and I just now realize my eyes are closed. My hands are in my lap, and I think they're going numb...
Before I know what's happened, I'm on my feet, being pulled back over to the other couch. Oliver's lips have left mine, and are in the form of a smirk. Must. Regain. Facial color. Yes, I've resorted to willing myself to stop blushing. Nothing else seems to work. It's like I can't even control my own body anymore!
"Alright, so my turn?" Oliver asks. Oh, his Scottish accent seems even more delectable now...
"Hmm...Alicia. Truth or dare?" I look over and see Alicia grinning. I'm beginning to think her face is stuck like that.
"Truth," she says, pouring a shot of butterbeer. Wuss. Hehe, the Weasley's boo her while she downs the glass, and they remove the sweet drink from the table.
"Who do YOU like?"
"I'm not afraid to say it. I like George Weasley," she says confidently, giving George a wink. Man, seems like we're all a couple...well, except me and Oliver...
"And no wasting time for me, so Katie," she starts, turning to me. Oh man, this can't be good, "Truth or dare?"
Hmm. That is the question, isn't it? If I say truth, she could make me confess that I like Oliver. And I don't know if he returns my feelings just yet, so maybe I'll go with dare. Plus I don't have to drink as much alcohol. Heheh. Worm holes are fun.
"Dare," I say, trying to sound confident. From what I've read, men like confident women. Then again, wasn't there a study showing that 78 of studies were made up on the spot? Hahah. Excellent!
"I dare you to..." Alicia pauses to frown. I laugh.
"Can't think of a good dare?" I taunt her. I'm so asking for it. I pour a shot of fire whiskey and down it quickly. The alcohol burns the back of my throat, and I exhale loudly.
"Oh I have a good one alright. Model your new purchases for us." What?...WHAT?!
"You're kidding right?" Please says she's kidding...
"Nope," she shakes her head. Crap. This is going to be so embarrassing. I reluctantly get up from my seat, and stalk into my room, muttering all the while 'I hate truth or dare' over and over. Maybe it'll help take the severity of the dare away...OK maybe not.
I remove my clothing, and put on the lingerie, struggling to get into the corset. Stupid thing. I tug on the laces hard, and am rewarded with being short of breath. Humph. I'm busting out of the bloody thing now, but hey, do I care? Remember, I'm immodest Katie Bell!
I strut out into the living room in my dark red corset and boy shorts, light pink socks covering my tootsies.
Angelina and Alicia and smirking evilly to each other, while the Weasley's are grinning like crazy, making cat calls and whistling at me. I look over and see Oliver with his mouth open.
"Like what you see?" I taunt as I turn tail and trot back into my room. Wow, Oliver looked about ready to drool. I knew I could affect some men (like perverts and blind men) like that, but never Oliver! Hehehe, now what should little old me do with this new found power? Exploit it! Bwuahahaha
After I finish changing, I plop back down on the couch, smiling to myself. If that wasn't confidence, I dunno what is.
"So, who shall be my next prey? Hmm...how about FRED WEASLEY!" I yell, pointing at Fred wildly.
"I'm George," the redhead says. I blink. Really?
"Just kidding," he says, throwing me a wink.
"Dammit Fred! Truth or dare?!"
"Dare,"
"I dare you to kiss Angelina for at least thirty seconds," I say. I shrug inwardly. We're all verging on more than friends with at least one person in the room, so might as well give into the sexual tension forming.
Fred grabs a shot of the red currant rum and sips on it slowly. His brother pokes him to make him hurry up, and a moment later, he slams the empty glass on the table loudly. Oi! Watch the furniture! He pulls Angelina over, but she manages to squeeze in on the couch next to him. They immediately begin to make out, tongues thrashing, and I almost want to say it was supposed to be a kiss, not a make-out session. Oh well. Long as Ange is happy.
Well a half hour later, I think we've all made out with everyone of the opposite sex in the room, and we're alllllll very drunk. Hic. Hehe.
"Sho...Oliver..." George's speech ish sho shlurred. Hehe. Hic.
"...Mmm?" Oliver mumbles. Shilly Ollie. He's schwaying in his scheat. Hic. Hehe. I'm scho drunk. Hic. Heheh.
"I dare you...to go do dat...scheven minutesch in heaven wif Katie," he slurs. My eyesch widen, and I schee Ollie nod numbly as he strugglesch to schtand. Hic. He pulls me to my feet, and we head to my room, schince we don't got a closchet.
I lean up against the wall. Hah! I can talk (or at least think) non...drunkenly! Wow. My head is throbbing. Oliver closes the door behind me, and I can hear Fred yelling out 'Colloportus.' The door makes a weird sound, and I know we're trapped in here until our time is up.
"Uh...so what are we gunna do for seven minutes? We don't have to kiss if you don't want to," Oliver says. His speech, too, is a bit slurred, but I can tell he's still sane enough to restrain himself.
"I know," I say, leaning up against his front as he leans on the door. His skin is so warm, and his smell...intoxicating.
"Katie?"
"Mmm?"
"I'm not sure...but I think you're drooling," he says. Oh well isn't that nice. I embarrass myself when we're alone. Even in my drunken haze I have enough to say this: Smooth Katie. Real smooth.
"Might just be sweat," he mumbles. My eyelids feel heavy, and I lean heavily on his chest. I smile into him as I feel two arms wrap around my lower back. We stay like this for a few minutes, but then...I feel it.
At first it was light, but then it started getting heavier, but I definitely know a kiss when I feel one. Oh my...He's kissing my neck. I bite my lip, trying not to groan, and I tilt my head, giving him more room to kiss.
"I'm so drunk," he grumbles against my skin, before continuing to kiss it. I smile, because when he speaks, I can feel his voice rumbling in his chest.
"Me too," I mumble. I start to get a little impatient, and I turn to meet his lips. He keeps it slow and gentle, and he whispers my name against my lips. Wow...he makes me feel breathless.
"TIMES UP!" We hear everyone yell through the door. Oliver and I spring apart. Seven minutes already? We both look at the ground as we hear the door unlocking itself and beginning to creak open.
"Sorry," he whispers, giving me space to walk out first.
"S'OK," I whisper back.
Together we make our way into the room, falling heavily between our friends, who are hiccupping and giggling loudly.
"Scho how wasch it?" Alicia asks. I look over, and see her eyes are unfocused, and she's got a bead of sweat running down the side of her face.
"Ok, I guess," I whisper. I blink heavily, and I finally realize just how tired I am.
"I think I'm gunna put the booze away," I say as I begin to pick up the bottles and glasses. I hear a few groans, but no loud protests. I know everyone knows I'm right.
"You guys are way too drunk to go home, so I'll just scrounge up some blankets," Oliver says, transfiguring some dusty knick-knacks into a couple heavy wool blankets. I dump my armload into the sink, and decide that I'll deal with it tomorrow.
"If you girls wanna come sleep in my room..."
"Nah, we'll sleep out here with the boys," Ange says. Humph. Well, on the plus side, I think they're too drunk and new at this to try anything, so I shrug and head off to my room. Out of the corner of my eye I see Oliver chuck a few blankets at our friends before trudging off to his own room.
"Night, Ollie," I mutter. Oliver blinks at me, smiling softly. Hehe, he's too drunk to realize I called him his least favorite nickname.
"Night, Kates," he mutters back. We both enter our rooms, and close the doors behind us. I don't know about him, but I crawl into my bed fully clothed. I wrap my Quidditch blanket around my shoulders and put my head down on my pillow. So soft...
Ugh. Too hot. Can't sleep. I roll over and kick my sheets off. Ew. I'm sweating already. Sigh. I kick off my bed and pad to the door.
Out in the sitting area, I see George and Alicia cuddled up next to each other on one couch, while Fred is sleeping in Angelina's lap. Ange beckons me over and puts a finger to her lips.
"So you guys didn't like, soil my couch did you?" I whisper, grinning. Ange beams and shakes her head no.
"But we did have a couple romantic whispers and kisses," Ange whispers back.
"Awww," I coo loudly. Fred stirs and grumbles in his sleep, and I see Alicia and George raise their heads.
"Sorry," I mutter. I didn't mean to wake them up! Honest! I see George and Alicia stretching out under the blanket and I turn around. Maybe I should make breakfast...
Of course, five minutes later, I'm multi-tasking; making coffee, scrambling eggs, and toasting bread.
"Something smells good," I hear Oliver say. Oliver? I crane my neck over my shoulder.
"You're up! Good! You can help me with breakfast," I say. Oh that was close, eggs nearly fell out of the pan. I hear Oliver sigh and out of the corner of my eye, I see the tub of butter float away. I take it that means he's buttering the toast? I swallow loudly as my mind drifts...Oliver...his tanned, tone body...glistening...in butter. Damn, I need a hobby.
"You ok?" he asks. I open my eyes. They were closed?
"What?" I ask, trying not to quaver.
"Well...you just shivered, and I think you're burning the eggs," he says. I am?! Noo! My eggs! I scoop them onto a plate and grin in satisfaction, shoving the plate under his nose. He sniffed and smiled. I levitated the eggs over to the table, where of course, the others were waiting impatiently.
Snagging a few cups, I toted them and the coffee pot over to the table.
"Wow, I know I'm a good cook but..." I drawl. They ate 2 pounds of egg in 15 seconds flat. Fred grinned, egg in his teeth. Ew. Fred. Gross. He leaned forward and snagged a cup and the pot, pouring himself a cup and draining it quickly. George did the same.
"Sorry to dine and dash, but Gred and I have to go open up shop!" Fred exclaimed, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth. Haha, they're back to the old Gred and Forge routine. Ahh, the good ole days.
"Well alright," I frown. I hardly ever see them nowadays, since all of us are busy with our respective jobs. But it was nice to have a night to catch up and get drunk with them. Hehe. Hmm, that reminds me...HAH! NO HANGOVER! I can just see a little stuffed lion dancing around. That's right little guy; dance! Dance like no one's looking! Bwuahahah!...Merlin, I need a psychiatrist.
"Stop by anytime!" Oliver calls after them. The twins smile evilly and close the door behind them. I turn to Oliver in horror.
"What did you just DO?!" I cry. Oliver looks at me, alarm written all over his face.
"You said they could stop by anytime! They'll take those words to heart!" All of a sudden, we all burst out laughing. No reason, just laughing.
Of course, the second Oliver and I sit down, Angelina and Alicia get up, smiling to themselves.
"We've got to go. I have to train someone today, and I'm gunna try to get Alicia here signed up since we all know she needs it," Angelina said. Alicia punched Ange in the arm and huffed loudly.
"Well OK. See you on Monday, Alicia!" I call after my friends. Oliver waves politely and starts digging in to his breakfast.
"Some party," I comment as I cut up my eggs with my fork.
"Yeah," Oliver agrees quietly. I think we're both trying to remember what happened last night. I know the kiss is now permanently emblazoned in my brain, but I wonder what he's thinking about.
"Oliver..." I'm interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. God damn. I can't even speak to my blood roommate without interruption. I'm beginning to feel like our apartment is like a theme park; come when you want, leave only when you gotta.
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