AN: Look, I'm sorry. This is the party that Fred and Angelina were in when something happened between them. I forgot to upload this one before Fred Weasley, so this is simply the prologue to that story. Enjoy, and R & R, please!
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Before Fred Weasley
Ron stood in a corner of the room. He held a glass in his left hand, taking a zip from it now and then. He felt strange. As if the ground was to disappear any second. He gazed into the crowd of people in front of him. Somewhere he could hear Hermione's silvery laughter. He tried to find her in the crowd, but he couldn't find her. With a growl he stayed where he was.
Taking another zip from what he was drinking he looked around after Ginny. To be frank, he had no clue what was in his glass, and that might be for the best. He realised, with a sudden flash of lightning, that he was drunk.
Not bad, he thought. This can happen more often.
Somewhere in the room, Ginny leaned towards Harry Potter and whispered:
"Are you alright, Harry? You seem to be a bit… I dunno… drunk."
Harry laughed. "I'm not drunk, Gin. Or not yet, at least. Your brothers are doing their best to drink me under the table."
Ginny frowned and looked at Fred and George, the both of them standing with a pair of girls, kissing. "They seem happy", she said.
"You mean drunk", Harry said and laughed again. "Yeah, well… wait a second, isn't that Angelina?" Ginny studied one of the girls, and then she said surprised:
"You're right! God, I didn't realise that George liked Angelina."
"Fred on the other hand must be trying to forget Alicia."
"By kissing her? Honestly, Harry."
"I don't know how Fred's doing it!" Harry said and laughed for the third time. His green eyes twinkled behinds his glasses. "All I know is that I envy him. I wouldn't mind kissing Angelina or Alicia. They're both attractive young woman and very smart, too. Not that you're not smart, Ginny, but I've known you too long", he continued hastily. Ginny smiled.
"I know. I wouldn't mind kissing Dean tonight. But he seems a little bit too drunk tonight for that", she added. Harry looked across the room and saw Dean drinking from a glass filled with something bubbly.
"I wouldn't drink that", he said thoughtfully. Ginny turned to take another look at Dean.
"Me neither", she said, "and I drink the most strange things." They both laughed.
Across the room, Dean Thomas started to feel strange. He had definitively been drinking too much, and some God punish once – he started to feel sick. With a hand over his mouth he hurried past the other students and into a room, where he threw up.
Never again, he thought, went out again, and took another drink.
Fred on the other hand, felt amazing. Sure, he had been drinking, and yes, he was a little bit drunk, but he felt absolutely amazing. Actually, he noticed with a frown, he felt so amazing that he saw Alicia in pair. There stood two Alicia in front of him. He still had the taste of her on his lips, and he let his tongue slip over his lips to catch her taste. Her perfume still tingled in the air around him.
"You're drunk", Alicia said and frowned. "God, Fred, you are such an…"
Whatever he was, Fred didn't hear. Feeling somewhat very happy, he leant forwards and kissed her once again.
"Fred!"
The owner of the name nearly jumped. He looked up and stared into the eyes of his twin brother.
"Ey, Georgie, what's up?" George frowned.
"Okay, Fred, you're obviously more drunk than I am. I was just going to tell you that I'm going home, I need to sleep. Don't forget the shop tomorrow morning."
"Morning?" Fred said, raising an eyebrow. "Say eleven o'clock and I might turn up. I'm going to have the head-ache of my life tomorrow."
"Nine o'clock", George said and turned away. "You've seen Angelina, by the way?"
"No", Alicia replied and twisted herself out from Fred's grasp. "But I would like to talk to you…" She and George walked away, laughing and talking loudly. Fred shook his head, but, when he realised that doing that hurt too much, he walked across the room to Harry and Ginny, who stood talking with each other, holding a glass of champagne and taking a zip from it now and then.
"Hello Fred", Harry said smiling. "How are you?"
"I see stars around your face", Fred replied and turned to his sister. "Gin, you've seen Angelina?"
Ginny looked hastily at him. "I thought that she was with George?"
"No", Fred muttered. "Alicia's with George at the moment."
"Are they holding hands?" Harry whispered in Ginny's ear. She stood up on her toes to see over Fred's shoulder, then looked at Harry and nodded. Her eyes turned black.
"Wait here", she said and gave her glass to Harry. "Hold this; otherwise George's going to get it all over himself." Harry grinned and took her glass. Fred and Harry watched Ginny walk across the room, stopping the older brother and talking very seriously with him. Harry laughed.
"I love your sister", he said to Fred. "She's adorable!"
"Yeah, tell me about it." Fred said and yawned. "Gosh, I'm tired."
"It's all that alcohol, you know", Harry said and smiled. "Hey, there's Angelina! Angie, over here!"
Angelina Johnson, a tall, dark-haired young lady, turned around and saw them. Her smile made Fred's knees to behave funnily.
"Hi", she said with that dark, hoarse voice that Fred thought sounded just too good to be true. "How are you?" She hugged Harry and then Fred. Fred couldn't help thinking that his hug lasted longer than Harry's, and her perfume tingled in his nose. Suddenly, someone snapped their fingers in front of his face.
"Ey, Fred!" He turned around and looked straight into Angelina's eyes.
"The poor boy, he's drunk!" she said and put a cool hand over his forehead. "I'd better get him home."
"Do you need help?" Harry wondered. He smiled when he saw her face. "Sorry, I forgot that you're the big girl; you can do it without any help, just like on the Quidditch-pitch." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then hugged him as well.
"Oh Harry, although I know that you hate to hear it, my God, you've grown up to be the perfect gentleman."
"Shut up", Harry said and smiled broadly. "Come on, Angie, I'll help you to the door at least. It feels as if I'm abandoning you otherwise." Angelina took Fred's hand and helped him across the room. Harry smiled when they walked out of the door, holding hands.
"Take it easy", Harry called after them. Angelina's silvery laughter rang into the dark night.
