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A/N: Well here is the next chapter i hope you all enjoy. Thank you to all of you who reviewed! You legends! You ALL rock!

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AlesiaG: The answer to your question is in this chapter! I Love drinking games, they are hilarious especially when you are at the merry going on smashed stage and stay there! You just say everything you like and you will still remember what you did the morning after! lol! I hope you like this update!

Always Hopeful: Poor Albus never saw it coming! He's the big hero so i thought i would make him a little more human! Thanks for the review!

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Chapter 4

Gatecrashing?

Aberforth pulled the last glass of mead of the night for an unfriendly old hag behind a black-netted veil. Washing down the side counter, from where he had made a mess from pouring the pint, he sighed loudly as he gathered all of the dirty pint glasses and tankards.

Minerva McGonagall.

Aberforth had never known the woman to have such a wild adventurous side to her. How on earth could Albus sit there playing the perfect headmaster when his deputy was such a beauty? Aberforth shook his head as he thought of his brother. He lifted up the old wooded surface of his bar side and grabbed a tray roughly on the way to the unclean tables. Wondering what was in store for him, Aberforth walked swiftly back to the bar sink with a tray of dirty tankards, almost dropping them as he walked past the fireplace.

"Albus, old boy! You gave me a fright!" cried Aberforth as he set the tray on the side for the barmaid to wash. The familiar twinkle appeared in Albus's eyes as he got up from the fireplace.

"I've been thinking," Albus replied shaking his finger at his brother.

"Oh no," Aberforth said in mock panic, "Let me get a stiff drink first."

"It's not that bad, Abe," said Albus putting his hands up in defense.

"You said that last time and I ended up looking like a spaceman gone wrong! Not to mention I couldn't walk straight for weeks!" Aberforth complained loudly as he filled two glasses with firewiskey.

"Oh stop it, you sound like an old married couple!" the barmaid scolded them both.

"He started it!" Albus said defensively pointing an accusing finger at his brother.

"I most certainly did not!" Aberforth replied hotly. "You were the one who brought up the whole issue of the sandcastle!"

"I will admit that. You said that you had won the competition last time, I merely corrected your miss-interpretation!" replied Albus smugly.

"Listen, I don't care who started it!" said the angry barmaid, "Just resolve it so I don't have to listen to your bickering. I wonder sometimes if you will ever grow up,"

"Proberly not, or at least Albus will not." countered Aberforth as he downed a shot of firewiskey. "Right, come on you old fool, let's take this out the back so Sheila doesn't moan at us."

"Thank you," Sheila replied sarcastically as Aberforth clicked his thumb and his finger and gestured towards the back door. Albus smiled in amusement and followed his brother out to the back door, his boots clicking as he walked. The back room turned out to be a small, dingy storeroom converted into a staff room. All it had was stacks of boxes, a table with a few filthy cups that looked as though they had not been washed for weeks, a sugar pot, a teapot, and a small fireplace with a kettle hanging in the middle of it. Albus sat himself in a moth-eaten armchair and watched his brother make the tea.

"So what is this brilliant idea of your's then?" Aberforth asked with a lop-sided grin.

"How about an unusual drinking game?" suggested Albus as he fidgeted about in the chair trying to find a side, which did not consist of a spring or two digging into his buttocks. Albus felt grateful that he was wearing thick robes because he dared not think of the pain if he had sat exactly on one of the springs.

"Alright there?" his brother asked after a few minutes of thinking.

"No, I have two springs poking each of my bum cheeks. It's very painful," replied Albus with a disgruntled look on his face.

"I knew there was a good reason for picking the one next to the fire," Aberforth cackled at him. In the end, Albus gave up and settled for standing over the fireplace.

"So, a drinking game, ay?"

"Yes, only it requires the minimum of alcohol so we don't end up like we did in the Isle of White," Albus smiled slightly.

"Oh yes, I never did find out where you went with the pretty bar lady," Aberforth grinned at his brother who blushed a little.

"You were just jealous," he smiled in amusement.

"Me and the rest of the lads in that bar," agreed Aberforth nodding his head as he poured the hot water into the teapot. He magically cleaned the cups and began to pour the milk. "What time?"

"Eight o'clock, next Saturday. Severus is providing us with unusual drinks," Albus informed his brother.

"Are you sure it's wise to let Severus decide our fate? Sugar?"

"No thank you," replied Albus as he shook his head. "And yes, because Rolanda Hooch will be there too."

"Ahh, the pretty little lady whom I saw in your office?" Aberforth smiled slyly.

"Don't even think about it, Severus will decide your fate otherwise," said Albus lightly as he blew the steam away on his cup of tea.

"Where?" Aberforth asked.

"Here or my plantation?" suggested Albus as he took a sip of his tea and looked at it like a poisonous snake. "I think I will have sugar after all," he said as an afterthought.

"Be my guest," said Aberforth as he slid the sugar bowl along the table. "My house is proberly best, I don't want to ruin your plantation if I'm going to stay in it for the summer,"

"Fine," replied Albus as he put two spoonfuls of sugar in his tea.

"What are the stakes this time?" Aberforth grinned.

"Erm, your flying car for my American tickets to see Lee Evans Live." Albus said taking another sip of his tea, this time it tasted better.

"That muggle comedian?" asked Aberforth and Albus nodded. "Deal. Well, this shall be interesting."

"Indeed it shall," agreed Albus.

Rolanda ran as fast as she could along the hallways of Hogwarts until she reached her destination. Catching her breath slightly, she knocked slowly on the door of Poppy Pomfrey's living quarters. Rolanda had been teaching Harry Potter how to do a few acrobatics in the air that would help with his Quidditch career that she was trying to persuade him to consider.

"You might want to be an auror now, but when the war is over you shall want a rest from fighting. Keep it as a back up career and we shall see what you say in years to come," she had said to him many times. It was starting to work because now he was asking her to do extra quidditch practice.

"Would you like to be a quidditch player again?" Harry had asked curiously.

"I would do anything to be a quidditch player again. But since I broke my back in five places the chances now are slim to none. So I have to settle for pushing the best players I have," Rolanda had told him.

The sound of the door unlocking jolted Rolanda out of her musings and she was greeted with the face of Minerva.

"Hello, Min!" Rolanda said enthusiastically. Minerva glared at her.

"Do not call me 'Min'. You know I hate it," she scolded her.

"I know, that is why I call you it," Rolanda retorted as she bounced into the room.

"Hello Ro, would you like a glass of wine?" Poppy asked her as Rolanda found a beanbag from the corner and plonked herself on the floor.

"Oh, just the one. I'm flying again this afternoon with Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley," she replied as Minerva cheered.

"Now I'm guaranteed to get the Quidditch Cup again," laughed Minerva as she threw her hands up in the air. Her walking stick that was hooked onto her arm flew over the seat.

"Minerva! That is a top-class walking stick you have just thrown," Poppy laughed at her best friend.

"Oh hush, Poppy, Minnie doesn't need it at the moment!" Rolanda dismissed her colleague's remark.

"I think that is questionable, seeing what Minerva has been up to lately," said Poppy with a big smile on her face.

"Oh do tell!" said Rolanda eagerly turning towards Minerva who sat in her chair giggling.

"For the past week I have been going out with Aberforth Dumbledore! He has taken me to all sorts of places over the country," explained Minerva to her friends. "I went to Blackpool on Monday and all we did was eat ice cream and go on the rides!"

"Oh it will be the death of you!" laughed Poppy loudly.

"Oh leave her, if she does die, she will die happy!" said Rolanda happily.

"I am not that old! I'm only seventy-six in May! It's not like I'm going to pop off any moment," retorted Minerva as she took a sip of wine.

"Seventeen more like," giggled Rolanda. "Speaking of teenagers, the Dumbledore brothers have decided the next competition!"

"Oh what is it?" said Minerva her eyes lighting up.

"An 'unusual drinking' competition! Sev and I are making up their drinks for Saturday night," explained Rolanda excitedly bouncing up and down on the beanbag.

"This is unheard of! We're not invited Poppy," exclaimed Minerva from her seat.

"Gatecrash it!" suggested Rolanda her yellow eyes sparking with laughter. "Who would have thought Minerva McGonagall would want to be invited to a party?"

"I haven't gatecrashed a party since I was thirty-five!" Poppy said thoughtfully putting her finger to her lip doubtfully.

"Come on, where is your sense of adventure? Minerva has found hers, now it's your turn!" Rolanda shook her finger at her friend opposite her.

"Sense of adventure? I used to be quite a naughty girl before you were even born Ms. Hooch, isn't that right Minerva?" Poppy replied indignantly.

"How could I forget, you were the one egging me on to do outrageous things. Now it's my turn," Minerva said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Fine, we shall go. But we will not be stumbling back like a pair of idiots into the castle, especially not while the students are around," Poppy said with a hint of warning in her voice that Minerva only knew too well.

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