AN- Sorry, I thought this chapter would be up sooner. Thank you all so much for your reviews.

The red head turned slowly, looking for that voice.

"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked stepping onto the platform.

"I am trying to have a good time, but I don't need your queer homo face ruining it for me?"

Harry stepped back, confused, 'Umm, let's think this through. Ron is wearing blue flared sequined pants and singing about his coming out, which I have to say, is very interesting even though he got the song wrong. Does no one value Pink anymore? Anyway he is wearing flared sequined trousers and singing songs about coming out and calling me names? Now correct me if I'm wrong here but, what the fuck?'

"Ronald!"

Ron whipped his head around to see a drunk Hermione trying to climb onto the platform. She kept slipping, but after her little show earlier, she had quite a few people gladly help her up.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you so…?"

"Disheveled?" Harry offered.

"Exactly."

" 'Cuz she's been a bit busy, Blaise, stripping, drinking, and such."

"I didn't ask you."

"Ronald be nice," Hermione slurred, pointing an angry finger at the red head before falling off the platform.

"Herm! Are you all right?" Harry said rushing over, his own alcohol intake making him sway just a little.

"Are you drunk?" Ron asked, hoisting Hermione to her feet.

"Me? Drunk? No! I'm just a wee bit tipsy, that's it, tipsy. I'll be alright when this room stops spinning."

"Mione, you need to sit," Ron said helping her walk to a couch.

"No sit! Me want dance. C'mon Wonny. Let's dance."

"Hermione, no we need to sit, and drink a lot of water."

"No!"

"Herm-"

"HARRY!" Hermione squealed and ran over to Harry, who also managed to fall off the platform.

"Hermy, Ronny's being mean to me. He called me names and sang the song wrong."

Hermione gasped and walked over to Ron, who was sitting on the couch surrounded by "admirers".

"You asshole!"

"What?"

"How dare you make fun of Harry, he is your friend, best friend actually. He told you about his little situation and you make fun of him? Ron how could you?" Hermione seemed to have sobered up a bit, in order to become Miss Hermione- Know- It-All-and- Fixer- of- Relationships Granger. She couldn't help it that she was so, her.

"Hermione, I can expl-"

"No, I can not believe what an asshole you're being. Earlier, I let it be. I thought you were just in shock. But this, this is ridiculous. Ron, he needs you right now, the most he's ever and you kick him while he's down. I thought you were better than that."

By this time Harry had walked over, and before Ron could say anything, "And you sang the song wrong."

Ron couldn't help but laugh. His two best friends were completely drunk; I mean just a wee bit tipsy. He looked at Harry. "Harry, man I'm… Well I know I was… I'm really…"

"Ron?"

"Yes?"

"Apology accepted."

"Thanks man."

"Now how about we get some drinks!"

"Mione, you've had enough," Harry and Ron said simultaneously, then looked at each other and cracked up.

The trio, friends once again, sat down laughing and, after Hermione's begging, insisting, and pleading, drinking.

Ron was still confused and had told quite a few guys to kindly sod off. Hermione and Harry were laughing hysterically laughing and decided to explain to him why men were flocking around him.

Hermione started, "One, you're wearing sequined pants, which never goes well.."

"Especially when you're singing that you're coming out," Harry finished.

"What? I thought I was singing a popular song."

"Yeah like two years ago," Hermione said rolling her eyes.

"Hey, Pink happens to be a very talented singer, and she deserves respect," Harry pouted.

"Whatever, Harry. You just keep thinking that."

"I hate both of you, except Ron."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Of course it does."

"Anyway," Ron interrupted, "explain the song to me."

Harry put on what he thought was a serious face, but as pissed as he was, he looked like almost like a homicidal maniac or afraid of bunny slippers. Ron couldn't tell.

"Well, the song says 'I'm coming up, not out. She is, I guess, driving up to the party. She isn't coming out at the party. It's an honest mistake, but when you're wearing those pants people will start talking.

Ron blushed bright red and stammered, "I-I-I w-was coming o-out?"

"Seems like it mate."

"Oh Harry, I should of just sang Y.M.C.A. I had a really cute policeman outfit too, like one of the guys who sings it."

"Right," Harry said sliding a bit further down the couch.

Silence.

"Ron, where's Mione?"

"Dunno."

"Well, I'm gonna go, uh, look for her. Bye!" With that Harry ditched the couch as fast as possible. He needed way more liquor in him before he thought of Ron in a police outfit. Harry scanned the room; he already thought she'd be with Blaise, but where? Spotting her in the corner on a fluffy white couch that was moving, 'Wait, why is the couch moving? Oh, I see it's because Hermione is writhing under Crabbe and the other Crabbe. Wait, why are there two Crabbes and where is Blaise. I need way more liquor!'

Harry shook his head, but stopped when a sudden pain came to his head. Aloud, "Note to self, when completely pissed don't shake head. Might vomit. Eww."

"Hey Harry."

"Hey Blaise, well bye Blaise, I have to go look for Hermione and Blaise. Wait, you're Blaise! Yeah, I found you! Where's Mione?"

"On the moving couch."

"A-ha! The couch was moving, I knew it."

"With Crabbe."

"Two Crabbes."

"Oh, cool."

"Want to get a drink with me?"

"Haven't you had enough?"

"No way!"

"Here," Harry said handing over a bottle of vodka.

"Where did you get that?"

"My pocket."

"Cool!"

"I know."

Blaise opened the bottle and took a swig, turning to pass it to Harry. Harry, though, was chugging away at another bottle.

"Where'd you get that?"

"My pocket."

"Oh. I think you should slow down a bit."

"Nah, I'm find," Harry said taking a few steps to prove his point. However, he swayed too much and nearly fell, splashing liquor down his front.

"Mate, here sit down. I'll find someone somewhat sober to watch you." Blaise scanned the room, 'No, too stupid. Nope, too weird. Ahh perfect.' "Potter, c'mon, I'm taking you to Malfoy. Potter! Potter?" Blaise turned to see Harry sneaking some kind of shots from some kid he didn't recognize.

Harry turned and had the grace to look sheepish.

"Argh. Potter you are a sneaking sod, now come on. I'm taking you to Malfoy, now," and with that Blaise hauled Harry up and dragged him over to Malfoy who was talking to a pillow.

"Yes, I quite agree. Chairs can be so cruel."

"Draco."

"Hmm, oh hi Blaise."

"Me and Mr. Snuggles are having a lovely discussion," Draco said smiling.

"Draco, I want you to watch Potter."

"Why don't you watch him?"

"I'm a bit busy with some other activities."

"Would those include a person on a moving couch and two Crabbes?"

"How'd you know, well minus the Crabbes?"

"Mr. Snuggles told me."

"Well, Potter here you go," Blaise said pushing Harry onto the couch. With that he turned and walked away.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" Draco screamed.

"What?" Harry said sounding alarmed.

"You sat on Mr. Snuggles."

"Oh. I'm sorry?"

"You should be." Draco said all huffy.

"Well, er here you go," Harry offered, shifting slightly and pulling the pillow out from under him.

"Eww."

"What?"

"It has butt cooties now."

"What do I do with it then?"

"Burn it. I don't care."

"Okay," said Harry as he chucked the pillow behind him. He heard something break, but didn't really care.

"So, Potter, what do you want to talk about?"

"I don't feel good," Harry moaned.

"You'd better not get sick on me."

"Drakey, I need a hug."

"What? No way!"

"Pwease. It'll make me feel better."

"Oh fine. Come here, sit up. Face me Potter."

Harry did as he was told and found two slim arms around him.

'Wow, he feels nice in my arms,' thought Draco. 'No, can't think that.'

'Hee, hee. I'm not really that drunk. It's all an evil plot to get Malfoy to hug me. Who knew I could be manipulative?'

"What?" Draco gasped as he felt Harry nuzzle his neck, and more importantly, Malfoy felt Harry's lips on his neck.

"Shh," Harry whispered as he pulled Draco backwards, so they were lying on the couch, Draco on top.

'The manipulative bitch! I like it though. Anyway, to continue,' Draco thought.

"Mmm," Draco murmured.

'Cha- Ching! This is perfect. I'm good, oh yeah, I'm good,' Harry thought, smirking into Draco's neck.

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Meanwhile

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"Weasley, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Okay, who have you had the wildest sex dream about?" asked some Slytherin.

"Lavender!"

A game of Truth or Dare had been started, and naturally a lot of people jumped in. A drop of Veritaserum had been added to a bottle of vodka now in the center of the circle, the players had formed. Before each person's turn they were to take a swig to ensure every truth was spoken, well truthfully.

"Dean, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss, Crabbe!" shouted Ron.

Who's the drunk one now?

"Okay!" Dean said laughing. "Come here big boy."

Crabbe leaned forward, and Dean planted a wet one on him.

"Hey Ron!"

"Oh, hi Mione. Aren't you supposed to be with Blaise?" Ron said winking suggestively.

Hermione blushed, "Well yeah, but I wanted to give this to you before I disappear."

"Aww, you shouldn't have. What is it?'

"A hat. Go on, put it on."

Ron did. "Hey girl. How I be looking?"

"Like a pimp."

"That's tight."

Ron looked down to see that his clothes had changed. He was wearing gold and purple clothes, and alligator shoes. On his head was a furry gold, purple, and a little zebra print hat. In his hand was a gold staff.

"Mione, what be this shit?"

"That would be your pimp cane."

"That shit off the chain!"

"Well, got to go. Love ya, bye!"

"Yo, girl why I be talking like this?"

"You're a pimp now. Duh."

"Oh fo' sho'."

"Bye."

"Peace out, homie."

Ron turned back to the game with a new attitude, his wasn't a bad one before, certainly not after one too many shots. "Okay, all y'all, this is how it gonna be going down. You," he said pointing to Lavender, "with him," he said pointing to Dean. Lavender stared with a "you cannot be serious" face. Ron, the pimp that he currently was, did not understand why she was not moving. "When I talk, I expect to be listened to. Now get to steppin' and bring me back that change."

Dean looked a bit odd, "Ron, Mr. Pimp Daddy, uh, I don't swing that way."

It was Ron's turned to look odd, "Look, G. I don't care what you guys do. I just want some chizz-ange. Understood? Now bouf you get to steppin'!"

Lavender was about to say something, but Dean stopped her. It wouldn't have mattered, Ron was gone ordering other girls around. People thought it was funny, all an act, so they played along. Girls were going into rooms with guys and giving Ron whatever coins they could find. Sure it was wrong and degrading, but they were drunk and wouldn't remember it later, so it really didn't matter.

Lavender, however, did not take this lightly. She noticed that Ron had started acting weird ever since he got that hat. 'It's the hat! I must get it off him, but how?' Lavender called a bunch of her friend's together, most of them more than happy to get the hat on Ron's head.

"Attack!" one of the girls shouted, and the tackled Ron to the floor.

"Yo, get up of me."

"The hat, hurry!" another yelled.

Soon three of the girls were pulling at the bewitched hat, only it didn't budge.

"Where did you get that hat?" Lavender demanded.

"My homie."

"Who?"

"Why you gotta be all up in my business?"

"Tell me. Now!" Lavender growled and kicked him in the side,

"Fine, dang woman, you is crazy!"

"I'm warning you."

"It was that girl, Mione. Cutie, man dawg, fine dime piece, fo' real."

"Why'd she give it to you."

"Cuz I'm a P.I.M.P."

"Why won't it come off?"

"Why don't you ask her? Damn, shorty, ask me all them hard questions."

"C'mon girls. We need to find Hermione."

The girls stopped tugging at Ron and scanned the room.

One problem…

Where was Hermione?

TBC