Strippers at the Burrow
A/N: I want to apologize for taking so long on this chapter. I have an interesting excuse if you want to hear it…I had planned to write this chapter over Labor Day weekend. Unfortunately, plans changed when I decided to throw a big party. I spent the majority of the weekend drunk which kept me from writing. Then, I couldn't write because suddenly…getting drunk and doing dumb things wasn't funny anymore! So I had a hard time writing this!
So, this chapter is dedicated to all who haven't learned the lesson yet…"Be careful who you party with!"
The next morning no words needed to be said between Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger. The two women took one look at each other, hugged and broke into tears.
Hermione spent the majority of her morning showcasing her ring to anyone and everyone that stopped by the Burrow. Charlie's girlfriend, Talia, from Romania stopped by in the afternoon and Hermione's introduction consisted of her name and "look at my ring!"
The rest of the afternoon everyone worked tirelessly on cleaning the house and decorating the back yard so that tomorrow everything would go off without a hitch.
Bill broke the news to Ron while they were trying on their dress robes that he had found the perfect place to hold his bachelor party. He told him that it was some muggle club in London that was famous for its erotic strip shows. Ron voiced his concerns about going, but Bill assured him that the girls wouldn't find out; the cover story would be that Dumbledore wanted to run through a last few things with the boys about the ceremony.
Around eight o'clock that night, Arthur Weasley very awkwardly made the announcement that He, Bill, Charlie, the twins, Ron and Harry had to go meet with Dumbledore. There were no questions asked and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, Angelina, Fleur, Tonks, and Talia, all kissed their men goodbye.
The Weasley men and Harry all apparated to the heart of London in an alley away from prying muggle eyes.
"Alright," chimed Mr. Weasley, "Where to?"
"Just down the street, Dad—this way," Replied Bill as he pointed down the street to his right.
They all trekked down the busy, light filled streets; cars zoomed by and ladies smiled widely at them as they made their way to the Strip Club.
The men approached closer to the building of choice and Ron saw that there was a large florescent purple sign hanging just below the ceiling.
It read: 'OBERON'S'
The place looked dodgy in Ron's opinion. Two large body guards stood between the door and a line of well dressed men….some a little too well dressed for Ron's liking. He didn't feel comfortable for some reason as they stepped up in line beside two men who were standing very close to each other, whispering.
"Oberon's?" Charlie asked doubtfully.
Bill smiled gleefully at his brother and patted him on the back. "A muggle-born friend of mine recommended this place—says it's the hottest club in London!" He explained.
The boys waited nearly ten minutes in line until they reached the burly guards who had no protest at letting them in. In fact, Ron thought they were very friendly. Muggles weren't so bad, he thought.
Inside the club, energy music blared and lights flashed rapidly. There was an enormous bar in the center of the room that was surrounded by little round tables which all led up to a wide, dark stage.
"Nice place," Charlie commented and received another wide grin from Bill.
Ron looked around closer at all the occupants in the busy club. They were all men and most of them were clean cut and nice looking; all sipping drinks out of tall, elegant glasses.
"There are a lot of blokes here," Ron stated as he was not quite having fun yet. Where were all the girls? He wondered.
"Of course dung-brain," Fred spat, "It's a strip joint, they're all her for the same reason we are."
Harry looked around. He could understand that—he didn't really expect a lot of women to be in the audience, but he had at least thought there'd be female waiters or bartenders.
"I don't see any strippers," Harry commented under his breath.
Bill must have heard Harry's comment because he responded to the comment.
"That's because it's more of a show. You know—blokes drink and the ladies put on a show—it should start pretty soon too."
The boys made their way over to the bar where Charlie suggested that they should all order.
Ron managed to get the tenders attention. He was tall, skinny and wore a bright orange shirt that buttoned down in the front.
"Can I have a firewhiskey, please?" Ron asked.
The tender twisted his lips at Ron and furrowed his brows.
"Fire What?" He asked snottily.
Ron was about to make himself more clear when his father leaned in closer to him.
"They'll be having muggle drinks here Son!" Whispered Mr. Weasley, "Can we see a menu please?"
The tender gave them all an odd glare as he bent down and extracted a glossy, one-page menu for them all to look at. The boy's eyes scanned over it; the names of the various beverages were unfamiliar except to Harry who recognized only a few.
"Hmm…" hummed George, "This Absinth sounds good. I'll have a shot of that!"
Harry had the sudden urge to persuade George not to order that particular drink. He had vaguely remembered that it was a fairly potent intoxicant. He decided against it however when he realized that it might just be a taste of Fred's own medicine. The twins were so used to playing practical jokes that this just might be what they deserve.
When they were all finished ordering they located an empty table near the front of the stage and took seats around it. Ron sipped on his drink and took in the elaborate surroundings. As his gaze made it's way to wander back to the stage he could have sworn he saw two of the men at the table across from him kiss. He did a double take, didn't see any kissing and decided he had just been hallucinating.
"I'm so bored!" Angelina moaned as she plopped down onto one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Tonks followed suite and emitted a loud sigh in agreement.
"There is nothing left to do," Molly stated while leaning against the kitchen sink.
Molly was right. The girls had finished all the cleaning, all the decorations, and everything had been delivered. Hermione, Ginny, Molly, Angelina, Tonks, Fleur, and Talia all sat around in the kitchen, bored out of their minds.
"Well," Hermione said in attempts at lightening the mood, "I know that when muggle women are bored and lonely they eat ice cream and watch Chick Flics."
It seemed that no one understood her joke and chose to ignore it. Hermione shrugged with a light blush before resting her cheek in the palm of her hand.
There was a moment's silence as all the women contemplated on something to do.
"I wonder what Dumbledore wantz with zem anyzway," Fleur stated in reference to the men's disappearance.
There was another pause of silence until Ginny subtly stated, "He doesn't."
The girls looked over to the little red-head at once who sat at the head of the table wearing an expression that matched the boredom of the rest.
"What?" asked Fleur.
Ginny offered them all a condescending glance before continuing.
"Do you really think the boys went out tonight to see Dumbledore?" She asked disbelievingly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at her in question. Mr. Weasley had told them all that Dumbledore wanted to run over a few last minute ceremony details. Hermione had found that believable enough; the boys probably didn't know too much about where to stand and when to walk.
"What are you on about, Ginny?" Hermione asked impatiently and received a large eye roll from her.
Ginny had thought better of the women in her company. They were all smart, how did they not realize what was really going on?
"You're all so naïve!" She stated, hoping that they might catch on without her actually having to say it. Unfortunately, she only received blank stares.
"They're having a bachelor party!" She hissed as if it were the most obvious assumption.
As soon as she said this, the kitchen filled with angry protests of disbelief.
"How could they!"
"They Wouldn't!"
"I'll KILL them!"
"How do you know, Gin?"
Ginny looked over them all sympathetically. She could understand how they'd all be upset over the lie, but she didn't see what the big deal was about them going to a strip club! It's what guys do—they just wanted to have some fun—which was more then she could say for themselves.
"Harry made me swear not to tell," Ginny sighed, "But I can't stand to see you lot sulk around!"
"Where did they go!" Molly asked urgently with a mixture of anger and worry.
"Oh, some muggle club called….Oberon's I think," Ginny replied casually.
There was more angry protest coming from all of the women except Hermione who appeared thoughtful.
"Oberon's?" She repeated to Ginny.
"Yeah, why. Have you been there?" Ginny asked, offering her friend an odd stare.
"No," Hermione said quietly, "It's just the name…no," She whispered to herself.
The other occupants of the kitchen had stopped talking to stare at Hermione curiously. What did she know that they didn't?
"What is wrong with zee name?" Fleur asked the question they all wanted the answer to.
"In the play, 'A midsummer's night dream'," Hermione said, finally realizing that they were all starring at her, "Oberon was the name of the Fairy King…"
All the women were now silent each contemplating the meaning of Hermione's words.
"You don't think…?" Ginny asked, meeting eyes with Hermione.
"They aren't that daft!" Tonks finally stated. There was no way the boys could have done something that stupid. They had to have known.
"Have you met Fred," Angelina asked Tonks dully.
"Or Bill," Fleur added. Tonks nodded in agreement. Maybe they could be that daft.
"Arthur wouldn't have a clue," Molly sighed knowing that her husband would never catch on to something like that. None of them would from the name of the place at least.
All of a sudden, all of the women's faces light up with delight.
"The boys went to a gay strip club!" Ginny announced gleefully which was followed by a roar of laughter.
"They'll never hear the end of it," Tonks bellowed.
When the laughter started to die down after five minutes, Angelina stood from her seat at the table.
"You know what?" She said loudly, gaining the attention of the others, "I say we do something about this—they lied to us all—the whole time having the intentions of watching other women dance around naked!"
"You read my mind, Angie!" Stated Tonks who stood as well, "The boys have something really nasty coming to them if they think they can do this to us!"
"Too right, Tonks…I think you know what to do?" Angelina asked with a mischievous smile.
Tonks returned the furtive look and rushed to the counter. "I'll send the Owl out right now!"
"What are you doing?" Molly asked nervously. All the girls were bustling around and giggling.
"Honestly, Mum! She's ordering Strippers!" Ginny laughed.
"Strippers?" Molly repeated in shock, "Oh my! Oh No! You can't!"
"Molly," Angelina stated firmly, "Your husband straight out lied to you just so he could go see dancing girls!"
"Dancing boys!" Ginny corrected.
"They'll mess up the house," Molly protested quickly as if trying to find an excuse not to let hot naked men into her house.
"Absolutely!" Angelina agreed but in a tone that hinted it was more a good thing than bad.
"And the boys can clean it up as punishment," Tonks added in hopes of easing Mrs. Weasley's concerns.
"I'll apparate to Hogsmead and pick up some drinks," Angelina said as she slipped on her sandals.
"Drinks?" Hermione asked with a slightly worried tone. With her luck she'd end up sleeping with one of the strippers if she had anything to drink.
Angelina simply smiled at her. "Firewhiskey, Love," She stated with a wink before disappearing with a loud crack.
"Yes!" Ginny shouted enthusiastically. Finally, she could have some fun with the rest.
"Wh-whiskey!" Mrs. Weasley stuttered. "No! Ginevera you are only sixteen!"
"But mum!" Ginny protested.
"Oh, let her have some fun, Mrs. W!" Said Tonks who had just finished sending out an owl. "She can't get hurt. We're all family here…practically."
Mrs. Weasley seemed to be struggling internally with the decision for a moment until she let a small smile slip.
"Oh, alright!—I guess we'll all have a little fun!" She said, giving in.
Ginny let out a small squeak of triumph before muttering something about changing into something more appropriate.
Hermione remained in her seat, watching the other women bustle around the kitchen while talking excitedly.
This was going to be so much fun! What had become of her? Drinking, getting strippers! This occasion wasn't Hermione's fault though—Ron and the other men were the ones provoking them all into inappropriate acts. How dare they go out and have fun and just leave them all there at the Burrow to die from boredom. She couldn't wait until the boys got back and saw that they had more fun then they did—especially when the boys finally realize that they ended up at a gay club!
Hermione smiled at the thought of just letting loose and having fun.
"I'm surprised you are taking siz so well, Hermione," Fleur stated as she took a seat next to Hermione.
"I'm not—I'm just so angry that I can't wait to get paybacks!" Hermione replied passionately and joined in on the enthusiastic chatter.
"Here Mate! Take another shot of this," Bill said, sliding a bottle of sloshing liquid at Harry.
The seven men had been waiting anxiously around the table for fifteen minutes; all the while taking back shot after shot.
"The more you drink the cuter the birds get!" Charlie stated drunkenly; a rise of laughter around the table followed.
"This muggle stuff works quickly," Mr. Weasley commented with a distinct hiccup. Ron laughed at him lightly in attempts at not feeling awkward in a strip club around his father.
"Ah! Cheers Mate!" Fred declared randomly to the empty air beside him. The rest of the Weasley men and Harry looked around at him oddly.
"Who you talking to, Fred?" asked George while slapping his Twin on the back clumsily. Fred returned him an innocent look and shrugged.
"The green fairy right there," He answered with absolutely no doubt that there really was a green fairy hovering right beside him. The group let lose uproar of laughter at Fred's expense.
"He's pissed already," joked Ron, who was barley even feeling a buzz yet.
"It's that Absinth stuff," Harry explained, "It makes you hallucinate."
At Harry's words, Charlie reached across his brothers and pulled the glass of green liquid away from Fred.
Ron saw Bill take another large swing of his drink before he leaned forward in his seat and addressed him directly.
"I should warn you, Ron," Bill slurred, "Keep in mind…this doesn't mean that I don't love and cherish my wife—you should know that by getting married you are dooming yourself to one woman for the rest of your life!"
"There's always divorce," Charlie added with a loud drunken chuckle.
Ron chose to ignore his brother's comment. He had absolutely no intention of ever wanting to divorce Hermione. Why she even loved him he'd never understand, but he wasn't going to question it; He loved her and knew that he was lucky to have her.
"The only way they'd be getting a divorce is if Hermione wants one—Ron's whipped, he'll do what ever she says!" Fred commented.
"Yep," George agreed, "The girl makes all the decisions, all the money, and probably takes the top position when they shag!"
Mr. Weasley suddenly spit out his drink in shock and Ron's face flushed red with anger.
"Bugger off!" Ron spat bitterly.
"That's right boys," Mr. Weasley said while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "This is Ron's night so be kind."
The group offered their Dad a doubtful look. No one ever defended Ron!
"I think you need to drink more, Dad," Charlie suggested and handed Mr. Weasley a tall bottle of amber liquid.
Just then, the lights suddenly dimmed and the music faded. Every male's attention in the building drifted to the stage that was now light up in a seductive style.
"Attention gentlemen!" Said a booming voice that echoed throughout the room.
Mr. Weasley's glance quickly turned upward as he tried to discover the source of the voice.
"Now is the moment you've all been waiting for!" The voice continued, "May I present to you…OBERON'S FANTASTICALLY NAUGHTY FARIES!"
The voice resonated throughout the entire building; heightening the excitement and anticipation in every body present.
"Yes," uttered Fred with an eager groan.
"Now this is what I came here for!" Growled George.
"Bring on the naked dancing fairies!" Shouted Charlie.
A wave of catcalls erupted across the room as the lights all went out except for the red beam that centered on the stage.
Ron watched avidly and waited impatiently until finally a long slender leg snaked its way out from behind a black curtain. There was a low beat of music and then another lanky leg emerged from the other side of the stage. The lights brightened on the back curtain revealing the shadows of four willowy women in very high heels. Ron leaned forward in his chair silently wishing that they'd come out from behind those bloody curtains!
The intensity of the music was building as the women danced more seductively from behind the curtain—there was a sudden beat and the curtain shot up into the ceiling leaving behind six women in very little amounts of clothing.
The scantly clad dancers made their way in separate directions; dancing seductively into the crowed. Two of them neared the table where the Weasley's and Harry sat. They watched closely as the one with a red bikini and pink sparkly false wings danced before them. Ron looked over her legs which were oddly very muscular. At closer inspection, Ron saw that her hips weren't very curvy at all and her breasts just didn't seem right—her chin seemed very sharp. Ron's smile suddenly faded as he came to the conclusion that something just wasn't normal here.
"Is it just me," Harry said loudly over the music, "or do these fairies seem a little…manly?"
Ron turned in his chair to face his best friend only to see that his look of horror matched Harry's. He wasn't the only who had noticed.
"I'm actually hoping that I'm hallucinating," Mr. Weasley added, who now had a pale terrified face.
The rest of the guys soon caught on as another stripper in a baby blue g-string attempted to give Fred a lap dance. He took one look at the dancers' chiseled features and large biceps and leaped straight out of his chair.
"Bloody Hell, Bill! What are you playing at?" Fred shouted angrily; the terror clearly sobering him up quickly.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" Charlie muttered as he pushed himself away from the table and hung his head as if really preparing himself for a good hurl.
Harry took one look over at Bill. He wore and expression that was a mix of disgust and fury. Harry figured that the next time Bill saw his muggle-born friend who recommended 'Oberon's'…he would strangle him.
"I reckon we should leave now," Mr. Weasley suggested and there were no protests at all.
Hermione, Ginny, Molly, Tonks, Fleur, and Talia waited impatiently in the living room for the fun to begin. Tonks had just returned from her room upstairs wearing a miniskirt and tube top, claiming they were her 'muggle party clothes'. Hermione was sure that she would never wear anything like that.
"Strippers should be here shortly," Tonks sighed, starring expectantly at the watch on her wrist.
Suddenly there was a loud CRACK and Angelina appeared in the kitchen with a bag full of large, glass, bottles.
"I'm back ladies!" She called. "I've got quite a selection with me! Fire whisky, Salem brand Vodka, Cauldron Stirred Tequila, Barney's Berry Brandy and some fruit daiquiris."
The women all hurried around the table and gazed hungrily down at the bottles.
"It's Hermione's bachelorette party," Said Tonks, "So she has first pick."
Hermione starred on at the intoxicating liquid before her, scanning through all the reasons why she shouldn't be drinking.
"I don't know," Hermione uttered warily.
"Come on, Hermione!" Ginny hissed. "Ron is probably smashed right now!"
Hermione felt a sudden rush of anger before she reached for her drink of choice.
"The Tequila!" Hermione shouted.
The rest of the girls gathered around and poured their drink of choice.
"Alright ladies!" Said Tonks. "Everyone take a shot before the eye candy gets here!"
The glasses were raised high in the air. "To Hermione!" Shouted Angelina. "3…2…1!"
The seven women downed their shots; a few of them choking on the astringent liquid.
Hermione's eyes scrunched together and her chest burnt painfully. She looked up just in time to see Angelina (who looked quite unfazed), wipe the back of her mouth and smile at Tonks.
"Up for a second, Tonks?" She asked enthusiastically.
"You're on," Tonks replied with a wide grin before they both snatched up a glass and downed another shot.
Hermione starred on at the two older girls with a mix of discomfort and admiration on her face. She didn't understand how they could drink their liquor as if it were water!
"Come on, Hermione! Let's try some of this!" Ginny squealed as she pulled Hermione violently closer to the table.
"You too, Mum!" She added and dragged Molly over as well, who already looked quite sick.
"Oh, I haven't done this in years!" Molly whined tragically as Ginny shoved another glass of crystal clear liquid into her hand.
Hermione eyed her glass wearily, but before she could protest, Ginny was counting down and she instinctively drank it anyways. Her will power seemed to be non existent when alcohol was involved.
The vodka burned in her chest as she swallowed it down; her eyes stinging with tears. Hermione knew right away that it wouldn't be long before they were all hammered.
"Fleur! Talia! Have some Brandy!" Tonks called and offered the two girls their drinks.
"Alright," laughed Angelina, "Now we all sip on daiquiris until the strippers get here!"
"Which should be in just about—" Tonks said just before there was a loud knock on the Weasley's wooden door. "Now!" She chimed merrily and all of the girls ran back into the living room, giggling with excitement.
"Mione! Go open the door!" Angelina laughed as she gave Hermione a good shove to the back.
Hermione was certainly feeling the alcohol by now. She put up no protest as she ungracefully ran to the door with a big smile plastered on her face. She wrapped her fingers around the door knob and yanked it wide open.
Hermione stood frozen on the spot and her smile faded quickly. On the other side of the door were three, tall, attractive, male aurors. They wore long black fitted robes with a ministry crest sown on to the chest. The man in front was evenly tanned, muscular, and had short, wavy brown hair. The second man had curly surfer-boy blonde hair and fair skin. The third was a buff black man with a bald head and chocolaty-brown eyes. All three of the aurors looked down at her with a piercing gaze.
"Excuse us Miss, but we've had reports that a dark wizard may be hiding in your home," the brunette stated seriously with his arms crossed over his chest.
What were aurors doing here now! There were no dark wizards at the Burrow! It was possible, someone was always after her or one of her friends, but now was just a bad time.
"Oh, oh, well-" stuttered Hermione.
"We've been given orders by the Ministry to search everything…and Everyone in this house," He continued with the same severe tone and smoldering gaze.
Hermione frowned at him. She had half the nerve to tell them to get lost and she'd check the house herself before the strippers got there.
"Everyone?" Ginny asked curiously from behind Hermione.
The blonde auror nodded. "Yes, which one of you is Hermione Granger?"
What was going on? They were going to search her? For what?
"I am," Hermione admitted softly. There was a quite wave of giggles behind her from the girls before the man spoke again.
"I'm going to have to ask you to turn around, Miss," Ordered the third Auror.
Hermione opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out, and after a moment she closed it in a defeated sort of way; turning away from the men at the door.
In front of her now were her girlfriends, every single one of them had mischievous grins plastered on their faces; Ginny was suppressing laughter.
All of a sudden there were two large, strong hands running up her legs slowly and firmly. Hermione's eyes grew wide and she tensed uncomfortably as the man's hands ran over her bottom, pausing for a slight grope. Was this even legal? She thought. Hermione bit her lip hard as his hands wrapped around her hips. At that moment Ginny spat out whatever she was drinking and laughed uproariously. Hermione made to shot her a dirty look, but was stopped when she was suddenly scoped off the ground and into the man's arms.
"OH MY GOD!" Hermione squealed.
The other two men burst into the house; making their way straight for the ladies. Upbeat music began playing from some mysterious source and cheers of girlish delight floated in the back ground.
Hermione was roughly set down on top of the small table in the living room; the auror suddenly hopped up beside her. They were all being attacked!
Hermione made to reach for her wand; fighting the power of the alcohol, when she was abruptly distracted by the man ripping off his auror robes revealing a naked chest rippled with muscle. Hermione finally understood what was going on and it felt like hours until she was able to pull her gaze away from the man who was now dancing provocatively in front of her.
She stole a glance to her right only to wish she hadn't. Mrs. Weasley was currently receiving a lap dance from the blonde stripper who was now only wearing small, tight underpants. Hermione looked away quickly only to find herself pressed up against the stripper before her. A sudden thought crossed her mind. There was only one way she was going to be able to enjoy this…she needed another shot.
Hermione broke away from the man's grip and dashed past Ginny and Angelina who were dancing with the tall black stripper without a care in the world and made her way into the kitchen where Fleur and Talia were taking back another shot.
Hermione pushed past Fleur and grabbed the bottle of Brandy; not bothering to pour it in a glass, she took a long, deep sip of the liquor inside. She cringed for a moment before turning back around and looking into the living room at the half-naked man waiting to dance with her. This should be fun, she thought as she made her way drunkenly into the living room.
The Weasley's and Harry appeared with a loud pop outside the Burrow. Before leaving Oberon's Arthur had presented his wariness about apparating while under the influence, but the boys assured him that after seeing what they saw…they were perfectly sober. They had also agreed not to apparate into the Burrow, but rather outside of it as to not wake up the girls.
"That's odd," voiced Arthur as they stood a good fifty feet from the humble home.
"What's odd?" Asked Harry, while walking toward the house with the others.
"The lights are all on," He answered. "I thought they'd be asleep by now."
Harry then glanced down at his watch and saw that it read 10pm. That was usually when the Weasley home grew quiet.
"They're probably up planning Ginny's wedding," Joked Fred who received a rather large shove from Harry.
"Do you hear that?" Ron asked mysteriously.
They were now nearly twenty feet from the house and Ron heard the faint sound of music playing. Not only were the girls awake, but they were listening to music quite loudly.
"I hear it," Stated Bill.
"What in the bloody hell are they doing in there?" Asked Charlie.
"Angelina is there," Said Fred. "So we should be prepared for anything."
Just as they approached the front door a loud shriek of laughter was heard from the other side.
All seven men exchanged curious looks before Mr. Weasley turned the door knob and opened the door to a sight none of them ever expected to see. There before them were all of their girlfriends, wives, friends, exedra dancing drunkenly in the middle of a messy living room with half-naked burly men. They stood there in the doorway looking positively stunned!
Molly and Tonks were dancing beside the couch with one of the men, Angelina and Fluer were with one near the kitchen and Hermione and Ginny were up on the table with the third stripper. Ron's jaw dropped as he witnessed the male strippers hand glide down Hermione's back and lower. He made a sudden violent move toward them, but was firmly held in place by Harry.
"Damn!" Cried Charlie, "More naked men!"
Ron looked over at his two oldest brothers. Charlie appeared annoyed and Bill simply looked irate.
"Tell Fleur that when she's done being a scarlet woman I'll be home with the kids," Said Bill through gritted teeth.
Ron saw Harry nod at Bill's request before he apparated back to his home. Ron then made to turn and see his other brother's reactions but they were no longer beside him. He turned his gaze quickly to the dance floor that was once a living room; Fred and George had bottles of liquor in their hands and were now both dancing with Talia.
Ron shook his head, no shame, he thought.
The girls hadn't even noticed their presence in the room! The music was so loud they couldn't hear them speaking and they appeared to be so drunk they probably didn't even no who was in their company at all. The once nicely carpeted floor now had stains and smudges across it, and clothing and bottles littered the tables and floor. Ron was about to turn to his father and ask what he thought when he was suddenly pushed aside by him.
"Where are you going, Dad?"
Mr. Weasley turned around to face his sons and Harry with a crooked smile and a blush.
"I'm going to my bedroom…to wait for your mother," He explained bashfully before taping Mrs. Weasley on the shoulder, whispering something in her ear and jogging up the stairs. It didn't take long for her to follow.
Harry chanced a glance at Ron who wore a distinct grimace upon his face. He smiled. For once he was glad not to have parents around to embarrass him.
Ron tried desperately to shake the image of his parents shagging. Nothing seemed to be helping and when he looked back out at Hermione it only made him furious!
Charlie was busy gathering up Talia who was practically passed out and Harry had moved from Ron's side and was now seated in one of the chairs with a butterbeer in his hand, gazing out at the girls.
Ron gave his friend a dirty look before rounding on him.
"Harry!" Ron shouted over the raucous. "Aren't you going to do anything about this?"
Harry appeared to be very relaxed as he smiled up at Ron.
"Mate," he said. "We wanted to see dancing girls tonight—now we've got em!" He explained as he motioned out at the women and the strippers.
"So sit down and enjoy the show!" Harry insisted. "Just don't look at your sister!"
Ron grimaced again before looking back out and seeing his sister and Angelina dancing in very close proximity.
"Good girl, Ginny!" He heard Harry laugh.
Harry may be able to enjoy the scene before him, but for Ron…Half the women in the room were his sister-in-laws! (Or soon to be).
Just as Ron was about to voice his frustration there was a loud thud. He turned quickly in the noises direction and saw Hermione lying on the floor, flat on her back, clearly passed out.
There was absolutely no hesitation within Ron as he dashed to her side.
"Shit, Hermione!" He cried. "Wake up!" He insisted while slapping at he cheeks lightly.
Ron was no longer paying attention to the scene before him. All her cared about at the moment was getting Hermione somewhere safe and quiet.
Ron crouched down and wedged his hands underneath Hermione's still form and lifted her up; cradling her in his arms. He didn't stop to talk to anyone as he carefully carried Hermione up the old staircase and into his room. He pulled back the covers on the bed and tenderly set her down; pulling the covers back up over her.
"Hey, Ron," Whispered Harry from behind him. Ron turned to him.
"How is she?" Harry asked sincerely.
Ron shrugged with a small smirk on his face. "One of these days she'll learn not to drink so much that's she passes out."
Both boys let loose a quiet, caring chuckle before Harry spoke again.
"I sent the strippers away…the rest of the girls are sleeping downstairs...you don't mind if I take Ginny to her room do you?" Harry asked bashfully.
Ron instinctively wanted to say 'no', but he knew that if Harry felt about Ginny the way he did about Hermione, he probably didn't want to let her out of his sight.
"No, Mate, take care of her," Ron replied. Harry nodded in thanks.
"I suppose we're on clean up duty then?" Harry asked with a wary laugh. "I'll put Ginny to sleep then meet you down stairs with a large trash bag."
Ron agreed and Harry departed.
He then sat there in the quiet room next to the sleeping Hermione. Ron thought that he should enjoy this peaceful moment while it last because Hermione would not only have a horrible hangover on her wedding day, but she'd probably be furious with him for going where he did….or intended to go.
Ron was going to do his best not to think about the day ahead. He didn't want to worry, he didn't want to get over excited and he didn't was to mess it up! The most he could do at the moment was make the house as sparkling clean as it was when he left it.
Ron's thoughts wandered as he cleaned…Tomorrow was the big day and everything had to be perfect…and, he was NEVER going to a strip club again. Gay or not!
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was pretty long and hopefully funny. Keep in mind that I had a really hard time writing it. As always! Please leave a review and I will see you next chapter for what I think is the last.