Hope you liked part one. I liked part two better. I'd just like to take this time to thank my reviewers. You people are awesome. Since I haven't don it in a while I guess I'll do a disclaimer. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Padme Amidala. If I did I would make this a movie. Wouldn't that be cool?

Chapter Twelve: Part Deaux

Gin Weasel

Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands. His nose was red and his eyes were a bit unfocused, but Dumbledore's voice only slurred a bit as he said, "Peoplesh, peoplesh, I've-hic-jusht notished that it'sh dinner time, and I'm sure you all musht-hic- be hungry. I will now shummon the tables. Do not be-hic-frightened."

He waved his wand and, near the ceiling, mismatched tables popped into existence and fell to the floor. One fell on Colin Creevy, but no one really cared. The Headmaster waved his wand again and an odd collection of chairs shot up from the floor. Dumbledore settled into his beanbag chair and ordered two burritos and a tequila shooter, which appeared on the table in front of him.

Ron sunk into a La-z-boy while Padme spun around in a rolling office chair. He ordered himself a cheeseburger and fries and suggested she get the baby back ribs. Harry couldn't exactly sit so he commandeered a fainting couch. He was alone now because the minute Arwen had seen Professor Logan she had clamped on to him barnacle-like and not left his side since. Draco was sitting on a bar stool a few tables away with Hermione firmly ensconced in his lap. Hermione divided her time between smooching with the Slytherin and shooting Ron poisonous glances. Draco, meanwhile, was trying to eat a basket of cheese fries, but was finding it rather hard to eat with Hermione trying to suck his face off. Tom and Ginny were both sitting in a huge wing-backed armchair, sharing a milkshake as well as they could with Tom wearing his face-covering mask.

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Ron was having a lot of fun on his date with Padme. She laughed at his jokes and never lectured him about being crude. She knew who he was making fun of when he started making out with his cheeseburger, pointedly not looking at Hermione. Padme ate the sugar out of the sugar packets and thought he had a cute nose. Yes, he decided, I think Draco can have Hermione.

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Soon enough the tables popped out of existence and the chairs sunk into the floor, causing many people to fall flat on their butts. Ginny helped pull Tom to his feet and smiled at him cheerfully as he rubbed the affected area. He twisted his foot around and caught the back of her knee, sending her crashing to the floor. Before this could escalate any further, Dumbledore stood to announce the winners of the contests.

"The winner of the-hic-besht-hic-besht-hic- coshtume award goesh to…Harmo…Hemo…Hemophiliac Bilaboo."

"That's Harmonia Bilboa!" The winning Ravenclaw shouted.

She gathered up her voluminous ice-blue skirts and trudged up to snatch the trophy out of Dumbledore's hands. Her sparkling golden wings jounced around as she stomped back to her seat.

"Wha'ever." Dumbledore mumbled. "Nexsht for besht danshing ish…Bu…Bunky Turdo!"

"My name's Buckminster Tobago!"

"Yeah, uh-huh." Dumbledore slurred as the Hufflepuff minced up and snatched his trophy.

"And thu one you all've been wait'n for…the Mashquerade Monarch-whish I absholutely di not take bribes for!-ish…Gin Weasel!...I bet thash a good drink."

Ginny stood up excitedly and glanced at Tom, who was trying to whistle innocently. She walked quickly up and accepted the crown and trophy.

"Now-hic-now we'll all shing the shemi-official Mashquerade Shong, inshtituted by our own alumni, Shiriush-hic-Black and performed by the ghosht of Freddy Mercury. Hit it!"

The Phantasmal Phour started playing as another ghost burst through the walls singing,

"She keeps her Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedyFor Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice"

All of the students joined in on the refrain

"She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime"

The students tried (and failed) to crowd surf Freddy as he sang,

"Ooh, recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation
She spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris (The band echoed "naturally")
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise

Again all the students chimed in

"She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime"

The Phantasmal Phour's lead guitarist melodramatically shredded the guitar solo; at each note he hit tongues of flame dripped from the belly of the instrument, until Freddy took up the tune again,

"Drop of a hat she's as willing as
Playful as a pussycat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild…"

Everyone in the Great Hall roared out the last refrain,

"She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Ooh, recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?"

Freddy Mercury bowed and faded away to thunderous applause. Ginny's face was redder than her hair as she walked back to hide behind Tom.

Dumbledore stood back up and said, "…I can't remember-hic-what I wash gunna shay…never mind."

The students all looked at him funny, but then stood to dance as the band started up again.

Tom leaned over and whispered to Ginny, "Are you ready to leave?"

She gave him a sour look. "Yes."

Tom pulled out his wand and Imperious'd Harry to go and punch a big burly Slytherin. The Slytherin tried to punch Harry, but missed and hit a Ravenclaw who fell into a Hufflepuff. Suddenly the whole room was a riot. Everyone was wailing on someone else. Colin Creevy spin kicked a Slytherin seventh year in the face, while Hermione was busting a chair across Lavender Brown's teeth. A circle had cleared around Ron and Padme as Ron proved that he could still do martial arts in a pink bunny outfit. Harry and Draco had squared off and were staring angrily at one another, but neither appeared to want to move anytime soon. In this pandemonium, no one noticed Tom and Ginny leave until they were out the door. Harry hailed Ron, grabbed Hermione, and ran after the escapees. Ron, followed by Padme, trailed after them.

Tom and Ginny didn't stop running until they were outside of Hogwarts's grounds. Tom pulled his mask of and shook his head, nearly causing Ginny to start drooling.

Suddenly, behind them they heard a shout, "Hey, you're not Marvin! You're Voldemort!"

"That's right Harry! Say good-bye to Ginny, because you won't see her anytime soon!" Tom laughed, grabbed Ginny by the waist, and spun quickly. They both winked out of sight with a small pop.