Chapter Seventeen

Drunken Pasta

Later, they went back to Wolvensoir to talk about the ball.

"Well, I was thinking a luau...you know...with coconut bras and leis!" Jet started off, excitedly.

"That sounds like fun...ya, let's make a luau!" Mya insisted.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"And we'll all wear grass skirts and coconut bras," Draco joked.

"Well...I was thinking only the girls would...but if you wish..." Jet said.

"I was only joking," Draco laughed harder.

"Oh, but that shouldn't stop you from wearing a grass skirst and coconut bra!" Ron jumped in.

"Oh, of course it wouldn't, Ronnie, I had my mind set on that and I'm going to do it!" Jet said, slamming her fist down on her knee.

"Well, that's settled then..." Fiona said, stifling her laughter well.

"Well, Mya, I wouldn't let Jet have all the fun...if you know what I mean..." Draco insisted.

"Oh, I know what you want, Draco...but let me tell you something...I was thinking of wearing a grass skirt BEFORE you said anything," Mya made sure that her point was made.

"Oh, sure, Mya...whatever you say..." Draco joked.

"I think all of us hostesses should wear grass skirts and coconut bras...and as everyone comes in to the Great Hall, we should give them leis," Fiona said. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"You mean your going to lay everyone as they come in to party?" Draco joked.

"DRACO!" Mya screeched, punching him as she laughed at his joke.

"You know, Mya, you say his name an awful lot..." Ron pointed out.

"Well, Weasel, she says it a lot more than you think...it's always in the heat of passion, though..." Draco was being perverted again.

"DRACO!"

"See what I mean...Draco, Draco, Draco!" Ron said, acting childish.

Everyone laughed.

The next day went particularly fast for a Monday. All their classes went along as planned with little problems. (Neville still blew up his cauldron, but that's become part of his everyday routine. Even Snape is prepared to disinfect and scourgify his classroom and students. HIs new catch phrase is, "And that's what you don't want to do," saying it with even gloomier distaste every time.)

Jet, Ron, Mya, Draco, Harry, Fiona, Hermione, Bliase, Kyla, Fred, and George were sitting outside after their last class. Jet stood up out of no where and had an outburst of excitement.

"I want to make Italian food! Nobody's eating dinner in the Great Hall tonight!"

"Ooh! Are you gonna make that garlic bread!" Ron asked excitedly.

"Ya, sure...I'll make garlic bread," Jet smiled.

"Yay!" Ron practically bounced up and down as he clapped in enjoyment.

"I'll only come if you give us wine," Draco said, straight-forward.

"All right...you bring the wine, then," Jet brushed him off quickly so she could ramble on about what she was going to make, "Pasta and sause and lasagna and..." She was making Ron salivate.

"RON! Control yourself!" Fred and George both slapped him in the back of the head.

"Ow!" He rubbed his head, squinting in pain, "...bloody gits..." He muttered.

"What are we going to wear?" Kyla asked.

"Clothes?" Mya joked.

"Aw...I thought we were going to wear nothing..." Draco snapped his fingers in disappointment.

"Draco!"

"Oh, ya...Jet's extremely casual dinner...bring a friend!" Fiona laughed.

"Where are we going to eat?" Harry asked.

"In the Wolvensoir kitchen, I suppose...Just need to set up a table..." Jet said, then returning to her ramblings, "And penne a la vodka..."

"Vodka?" Draco looked intrigued.

"The alchohol evaporates when it's cooked," Hermione said, matter-of-factly.

"Thanks for ruining it..." His excited smirk faded and there was an awkward silence.

"Okay, all you girls should come with me to Hogsmeade. I think I know just the outfits," Kyla said. They all got up and started to walk. Jet was an exception. She remained babbling on to Ron about the food.

"You can talk to Ron about food later," Mya said, nearly dragging Jet to Hogsmeade.

"HEY! I wasn't done with her!" Ron said angrily.

Draco smirked and opened his mouth as if ready to say something, but Blaise stopped him.

"Don't even say it, mate...we know what your thinking..." Bliase laughed.

"Well if you know what I'm thinking, then that means that you're also thinking it, now doesn't it?" Draco said, his smirk broadened.

"Aw, thanks a lot," Blaise rubbed his head as if he were trying to scrub the dirty thoughts from his brain.

The girls all got basically the same red dresses, just all in different styles. Kyla was right, she knew just the right ones for each of them. The guys had decided to wear half open button down shirts. When they got back, Jet began to cook some Italian food, the muggle way.

When the food was done, everyone had already set up the table, and Draco had took the liberty of pouring everyone a glass of wine. They all went in and helped Jet bring out the food. They all sat down and started to help themselves to the food.

"Mm...garlic bread..." Ron said, eating a piece of garlic bread.

Into their dinner, they had gone through a few helpings each and over five bottles of wine. (They lost count, but figured 'one more' wouldn't make a difference. lol)

Ron burped and wipe his mouth on his sleeve. He then stood up on his chair and cleared his throat, "When the moon hits your eyes like a big PIZZA pie thats AMORE!" Ron sang, drunkily. Jet stood on the chair with him and she joined in singing back up for him.

"That's Amore!" She had one arm around his shoulder, her wine in that hand, and garlic bread in the other. While he sang the next verse, everyone else joined in. Jet tried to drink out of her glass while still keeping her arm around his shoulder. They both fell off the chair. Jet's dress went up over her head. Hermione was the only one who wasn't drunk.

"BRIGITTE!" She screamed out, running over to her and pulling her dress down for her.

"Oops..." Jet hiccupped and giggled, pulling on Hermione to get up. Jet staggered over to Harry, "You know...Harry...you really are cute...but you are WAY too egotistical...did I ever tell you that?" Jet pointed her finger in his face, almost fell on him, then staggered over to Draco, "you are SO funny...I bet I know what your thinking now...you aren't really DRUNK are you...you just want to get MYA in bed with you...you want her to get drunk so she won't know what hit her...yup...that's Draco..."

"Maybe you should lay off the wine..." Draco went to pry the glass from her hand. She pushed his hand away.

"I know what I'm doing..." She staggered over to Blaise now, "I don't really know all that much about you...your just...there..." Jet seemed to have felt the need to tell all the guys in the room what they meant to her. She staggered over to Fred and George, "You are so juvenile...but you got that Weasley charm," She looked over her shoulder and looked at Ron. She hiked up her strapless dress and stomped over to him.

"You..." She stuck her finger in his face, laughing uncontrollably, and passed out on him. He was a little to discoordinated to hold her up so she fell to the floor.

He hiccupped and held up his glass, "Who wants som'ore wine!"

"I think we've all had enough...Draco said, putting the last bottle behind his back. Ron went to grab it from where it was formerly standing on the table, "HEY, where'd it hic go!"

"Now that's enough..." Fiona sat down on the chair and held her stomach.

Mya gasped, "YOU'RE PREGNANT!"

"Uh...no..." Fiona looked at her weird.

"Well then why would you hold your stomach like that and then TURN DOWN WINE!"

"Because I feel sick...alchohol can DO that to you, you know!"

"Oh..."

There was an awkward silence. Since Draco and Hermione were the only sober ones, the helped Jet off the floor and sat her in a chair and had everyone sitting. Hermione made some coffee and sobered everyone up.

"DRACO! THIS WAS YOUR IDEA!" Jet screeched, rubbing her head.

"I feel lousy..." Ron said, barely keeping his eyes open.

"Ya, I think you should all go to bed then..." Hermione said, getting up.

"Ya, we'll help you all to bed..." Draco agreed, starting to help Mya out of her chair. She hugged him and went limp. He picked her up and carried her to her bed.

"Well, it looks like Draco's night turned out the way he planned..." Hermione said after they left.

"No, Hermione, I don't think he'd use her like that...he loves her too much..." Fiona corrected her, sipping her coffee.

Draco layed her in her bed, took off her shoes for her, and covered her in her blanket. He kissed her on the forehead and went to turn out the light.

"Wait..." She said, quietly.

"What is it?..." He asked, kneeling down at her bedside.

"Thanks, Draco...you're not what they all think you are...you really do care for me..." She whispered as she fixed his hair.

"Yes...I do...I more than care for you though...I..." He went down to a faint whisper, "...I love you..." He kissed her on the cheek as he got up, and blew out the light. He walked out of the room, reached for the door handle, peered in for a moment, and closed the door smirking.

"I love you too..." Mya said, falling asleep.

It was friday, the day of the ball that they had prepared for. It was at the end of March, after St. Patrick's Day when Kyla wore all green. (lol) After their classes, Wolvensoir people went back to their common room to change into their luau garb and put all of the decorations on locomoter and went to the Great Hall, the decorations and favors following them. Jet's grass skirt was a light green, Mya's was black, and Fiona's was red.

The party-goers started to come into the Great Hall in what they had expected to be Hawaiin clothes. A few people actually came in dressed in burlap, or something you would expect a Native American to wear. Pansy even went as far as putting a feather in her hair. When Mya put the leis over her head she 'accidentally' got her wrist caught in them as Pansy tried to walk away.

Pansy choked.

"Ooh, sorry about that," Mya joked. Fiona and Jet gave her a high five.

The ball was underway, and there was no sign of Kyla. But not as soon as she was missed, Kyla came in with Fred and George on either arm, dressed in a completely pink ensemble. Pink butterfly top, pink flowing skirt, pink stillhettos, pink fedora, pink boa, and pink fish-net stockings.

"Well, you're sure decked out..." Mya said.

Jet was admiring her fish-nets.

"Um...sweetie...this is a luau...not a day at the mall..." Fiona joked.

"But coconut bras were soo last year..." Kyla said, nonchalantly, walking with Fred and George over to the punch bowl. They rolled their eyes at her and resumed hosting the ball.

When the ball was becoming even more and more boring and there were more and more people leaving, Jet went to her lest resort, she grabbed her wand, put it in "microphone mode" as she called it, and started to sing the many songs that came to her when she thought Hawaiin.

First she sang "If You Like Pina Coladas," then, "Coco Cabana," and last she sang, "I Have a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts." As she sang, Ron, Noni, Mya, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Blaise, Kyla, Fred, and George all ended up joining in at the end. This song made the remaining party-goers leave in a hurry.

If the people of Hogwarts knew anything about parties, they would say that this one stunk. At the end, when everyone had basically left out of boredom, Dumbledore went up to them.

"I see that your ball hasn't gone as well as you would have hoped..." He told them, not to any of them in particular.

"No, professor..." Jet was still a little hungover, but knew it hadn't gone well.

"But if they hadn't had this bad party, they wouldn't know how great the others were, nor how fantastic future ones will be," Fiona said smartly.

"Right you are, Ms. Fey," Dumbledore's face lit up, "Twenty points to Wolvensoir!"

"Points!" They all gasped.

"That means..." Hermione couldn't believe it.

"We can win the House Cup!" Harry said, excitedly.

"No matter how bloody brilliant that was of Fiona...I don't think twenty points will win us the House Cup..." Ron said, stupidly. Everyone laughed.

After they cleaned up, they all sat down at the Wolvensoir table.

"Kyla?" Jet asked.

"Mhm?" She looked up.

"Who are you going to pick?"

"What d'you mean?" Kyla asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fred or George?"

"I think you're a bit...drunk...still..." Kyla blushed.

"No...really...you can't keep this up for too much longer...I mean...they're brothers!"

"Jet's right, you know...Kyla?" George agreed.

Fred looked over at her and turned away. He knew he wasn't as outgoing as George. She was surely going to pick him. He thought to himself, "I should be happy for George...why does it bother me so much?..."

"I feel like I'm on the spot..." Kyla said, not wanting to say who she really cared for, not yet.

"TELL ME!" Jet screeched, standing up.

"CHILL!" Mya pulled her back down iwht one hand, rubbing her throbbing head with the other.

"GEORGE!" Kyla screeched.

"All right..." George smiled.

"I knew it..." Fred muttered, "I just remembered...I have...to...ya..." Fred just got up and left.

"JET! WHY!" Kyla started to cry and ran out into the gardens.

Jet was mortified. It really wasn't her. It was the hangover talking.

"This is all your fault DRACO!" Jet screamed.

"How's this my fault?"

"YOU'RE the one who insisted on us having WINE!"

"But you're the one who drank it..." Blaise corrected her.

Fred shut the door behind himself. Hwy did George always get first dibs on everything. They were supposed to be twins. Equality! But because George was a little more outgoing and three minutes older, he got the girl. Fred really had feelings for Kyla and he thought she felt the same way...but didn't she?

George hadn't gon after Kyla like she had expected him to. She sat crying and waiting for him well into the night, but he never came. She was about to give up when she saw someone coming.

"George!"

"Well, I..."

She ran up to him and kissed him before he could say anything.

"Wait..." She whispered, "You're not George..."

"I-uh-I-I...I tried to...uh...tel-..." Fred stuttered.

"Sh..." She placed her finger on his lips, "It's better this way..." She got closer, "It's right..." She kissed him again.