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A/N: I am sorry it took quite a while but it's the longest chapter i have ever written and it took a while for my beta to check (And i'm glad she did!). Just one thing my beta pointed out in this chapter, for those who don't know what a 'Teddy Boy' is, it was a style in the fifties (pre-beatles). I have to say a big thanks to myparents for helping me with the ideas for the competition! Also a big thanks to all of you who reviewed my last chapter! It was much appreciated!

And thank you to bigkihap, by beta reader, you're a star!

Bex

Always Hopeful: Thanks for the review! I appologise for keeping you waiting! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Quill of Minerva: lol I'm sure it would. I wish he had popped into my town to say hello too! Thanks for the review!

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Alesia G: (grin) you will hate me for this chapter! i've done it again! lol, My grandad had cancer in the stomach and i've kinda related his experience to Minerva's in a way the frustration of not beeing able to do things and stuff. And yes, Albus does need a swift kick up the bum! hope you enjoy the chapter, thanks for the review!

minni:wow,thank you so much for the review!And thank you for the compliments!Actually, you were the first person to point that mistake out! Thanks! I'm glad you like my fic!I hope i made it clear in this chapter what the competition is about! Now, if i answered all of you questions, it would ruin the story! And no, your not presumptuous! Lets just say you're on the right track (wink). I'm happy you liked the sandcastle competition! It made me chuckle when i wrote it!

foci: I know that sentance is old but i couldn't help myself, lol. I love Rolanda Hooch and i wish more people would write fic's about her and Severus together! I love them more than Albus and Minerva so you're not alone! I might do a seperate ficfor them soon!Thank you so much for the compliment again! And yes you are making sense! I pity you for having to study! Hope you like this chapter!

Tsuneni soshite Matsudai: I'm glad you like my fic, i hope you like the next chapter!

Chapter 5

The Unusual Drinking Competition

"Hurry Poppy, or we shall be late!" said Minerva urgently as she knocked on the bathroom door of the medi-witch's quarters. "It's a quarter to seven."

"Don't worry, Minerva. I know a short cut," Poppy's voice sounded through the wooden door. Thirty seconds later, Poppy emerged looking completely unrecognisable. She was wearing a long black dress that flowed all the way down to her black shoes. Poppy also had charmed her hair to turn black from the ash-blonde that it was before.

"Well, thank Merlin Alastor isn't here," said Minerva eventually after the shock of seeing her best friend in black. "I think he would either faint in shock or start hexing you into oblivion."

Poppy blushed a little and busied herself with finding a suitable cloak to put over her dress.

"I told you we had to be inconspicuous. You know what type of people go into Aberforth's pub. I just figured this would be the best approach," Poppy said as she turned around to face Minerva. "I think you need to change your eye colour, the green stands out from your dark blue dress."

Minerva muttered a spell and her eye colour changed to the deep shade of blue to match her dress.

"Much better," said Poppy delightedly. "Now lets go before they start the competition. Hopefully we can get seats at the back."

They turned to walk out the door but Poppy paused before she closed the door.

"No walking stick?" asked Poppy and gave Minerva a questioning look.

"No, I shall have you to look after me. Besides it would be too obvious if I took a walking stick," Minerva said stubbornly. Poppy just sighed and shook her head. There was no point in infuriating her best friend over a walking stick on a night out. Poppy shut the door and they walked a steady pace for Minerva down the corridor, praying that no one would see them.

Minerva could not help but grin. She felt like a schoolgirl again, sneaking off to Hogsmeade in the night with Poppy to go drinking. Only this time, it was not against her will. As the two witches rounded the corner to the one-eyed witch with the hump, Poppy took her wand out and muttered "Dissendium" as she tapped the hump of the witch statue. A small gap was made as the witch moved forward slightly.

"Good thing we're still thin enough to fit through the gap," whispered Minerva as she squeezed into the gap and accidentally fell into the cold, damp tunnel.

"Minerva, are you ok?" asked Poppy looking worried.

"I'm fine, not as thin as I thought I was," replied Minerva feeling her way up the wall to stand up again. "Doesn't this lead straight up through the cellar of Honeydukes?"

"Yes, on Saturdays Honeydukes is open until nine so we shall have to find another way back."

"Lumos!" said Minerva once she was back on her feet and a bright glare was emitted from the tip of her wand. The light showed the two witches the way down to a narrow, earthy passageway.

"It looks smaller from when we last saw it," Poppy commented.

"That's because we are taller than we used to be," said Minerva as she grabbed Poppy's arm for support and lightly dragged her hand on the wall to check what direction it was going.

"I knew we should have bought your walking stick," said Poppy wistfully as she stumbled when the ground seemed to dip a little. "At least you could have more support and I could just follow you."

"I'm fine, Poppy. It's just a dark, narrow passageway. We will make it," Minerva said with a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

"I hope so, Min. I hope so…"

Severus stacked every "unusual" potion the he had brewed for night's event into two crates Filius Flitwick had provided. Rolanda had been very enthusiastic about the type of potions that Severus could brew for the occasion, and together they came up with a couple of rather amusing ones. Filius had called in one morning to see what all the laughter was about and after a great deal of explaining, he helped charm several of the potions to give them a little something "extra". Filius had made them promise to take photographs, but Severus told him they would not be able to because they would be trying to keep the two brothers under control. Rolanda had a better idea and rushed off to ask Poppy and Minerva to see if they could take a fine set of photographs and they agreed straight off.

Severus had sat in his living room quarters during lunch hour on Wednesday trying to decide the best way to judge the two brothers. His only solution had been to get a panel of judges to decide who was best. However Rolanda, who was worried where he had disappeared off to, found him in his office with his head in his hands buried underneath a pile of parchment. Wondering what on earth he was doing, she wandered up to him and kissed him on the head. Severus explained his theory to Rolanda but she disagreed with him. She sat on his left leg, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, "Why not brew two sets of potions? That way the audience in the pub can decide who they liked the best."

Yes, a vote, now why didn't I think of that? Severus thought irritably

"Because, I have just spent the last forty-five minutes on working out this method," he replied. Rolanda smiled in amusement.

"Well," she said with a seductive note in her voice, "I shall just have to convince you otherwise."

Severus raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly.

"How?" he replied calmly.

"I'll show you," Rolanda whispered and kissed his nose. She worked her way down to his neck, then stood up and walked into the bedroom, pausing slightly to glance back at him.

Severus smirked as he remembered the afternoon's events. Rolanda had certainly "convinced" him otherwise, the first person to do. Severus walked over to the black, silk couch where Rolanda was currently sleeping. She was gracefully stretched out across her stomach, her hand slightly hanging off the couch as if she was about to fly like a bird. Severus knelt down by her face and stroked her silver, spiky hair.

"Ro," he said gently. "Wake up, it's seven-thirty we need to go."

Rolanda stirred and yawned sleepily. Severus stood up and kissed her on the forehead.

"You should have woken me earlier," she muttered trying, but failing to stifle another yawn. For most of the day, Rolanda had been playing professional Quidditch moves

to her star seeker on the Gryffindor team. She had been so exhausted that when she entered the castle and walked all the way down to Severus' living quarters, Rolanda had instantly fallen asleep on the couch next to him while he was reading his new book.

"Don't be silly, you were exhausted," Severus replied firmly. Rolanda got up quickly then walked into the bedroom to change out of her work robes and into a deep red, knee high-skirt, fitted blouse, and a red pair of high heels. When she returned, Severus had half a mind not to show up at the competition tonight.

"What?" Rolanda asked innocently.

Severus cleared his throat.

"You will need a cloak. It's raining," he replied trying to keep his emotions under control. Rolanda smirked at him.

"Thank you for the advice," she said dryly. Severus looked at his watch, which Albus had turned into a portkey before dinner and, picked up a crate. Rolanda followed suit then looped her arm into his as they disappeared into Hogsmeade.

Albus walked swiftly down the street of the Hogsmeade village. He felt a little nervous of how this was all going to end and what Severus had cooked up for both himself and Aberforth. Hoping that luck was on his side for the night, Albus walked over to a big Tudor looking pub. The wind and the rain blew the sign of the Hog's Head from side to side and one of the windows had not been shut the net curtain was flying out the window. Albus took a deep breath before he opened the door and wiped his feet on the old mat. Set out before him was an old round table with two pint glasses on either side and, a couple of old wooden chairs. Severus was standing at the bar with Rolanda at his side talking to Aberforth. Albus decided to make his way over there. He did not notice the two dark women who edged around him and rushed over to the nearest corner booth.

"Ah, Albus! A little early I see," Aberforth greeted his brother as he pulled a pint of mead for a shady-looking man on the far side of the bar. "Shall we get this over with?"

"Indeed, when you are ready," Albus gestured to the table and Aberforth grinned even more.

"Do you think it was a good idea to have the competition in the middle of a full pub?" Aberforth muttered as he rounded the bar counter and walked beside his brother to the table.

"Depends who's going to win I suppose," Albus replied. "At least no one can see you cheat!"

"I do not cheat!" Aberforth replied hotly and Severus settled them both down.

"Ladies and gentleman, please can I have your attention? Thank you," Severus raised his hands unconsciously imitating Albus. "Here tonight for your own personal enjoyment, we have a competition of the Dumbledore brothers."

Poppy and Minerva clapped along with everybody else.

"This is set out different to what I thought it would be," muttered Poppy to Minerva as she nodded in agreement.

"The competition is an 'unusual drinking' competition," There were several "oooh's" in the crowd as Severus had certainly got their attention. "It means that I have come up with several different potions to make them do certain things. All you have to do, is just write down who your favourite is on the pieces of parchment that are on your tables every time they take a different potion."

Aberforth took a deep breath as Rolanda walked over to the table and filled their glasses up to the top with an electric blue potion.

"The first one," Severus explained to the interested crowd, "Is called a voice potion, it makes you speak in a foreign language. What our contestants have to do is act out what they are saying. The potion shall last for a minute. On you marks, get set, GO!"

Albus picked up the pint glass and drained the whole potion. Then he stood up to face the crowd and said in Italian, "I am going to play Quidditch, then I might pick up a lady in the pub and take her for a drink."

He motioned a big round ball and pretended to hit it, then walked over to a pretty women with black hair and motioned to her and cupped his hand into a backwards "C" and pretended to drink out of it.

Aberforth drank all of the potion from his pint glass and told the crowd in polish "I love music, I could sing music all my life. I also love to dance to it with a pretty woman."

He walked swiftly over to the big record player in the corner and pointed to it several times. Aberforth then walked over to Rolanda and started to dance with her only to receive a glare from Severus. The crowd cheered and began to scribble away on the pieces of paper. Sheila, the barmaid, went around to the tables and collected them all then took them back to count up the scores with Rolanda and Severus. Poppy and Minerva waited excitedly. Albus and Aberforth sat fidgeting in their seats, each hoping their opponent had lost. After several minutes had passed, Severus walked back to the table to announce the winner of round one.

"The winner is Aberforth!" he announced to the crowd. Albus sighed and leaned forward onto the table. His eyes gave away the determination to beat his brother at the contest. Several people cheered while others shook their heads. Severus cleared his throat to get the audience's attention as Rolanda poured a dark, murky brown liquid into a clean pair of pint glasses.

"The next potion is a charmed animagus potion. It enables the drinker to behave like an animal of their choice for a minute." Severus said to the laughing crowd. Both Albus and Aberforth grimaced at each other. "Gentlemen, if you please."

Albus decided to let his brother go first this time as he went first the last time. Aberforth looked at his brother and nodded. Then he picked up the pint glass with the murky brown potion and drank it all. Suddenly, he fell off his seat and started to bounce like a kangaroo. Aberforth bounced over to a table of customers and started to lick his arm with his tongue. He bounded all the way back over the room and around the table where Albus was sitting, watching with high amusement and chuckling every so often. Once the minute was up, the crowd clapped as Aberforth sat back onto his seat his face flushed with pride. Albus sat up and drank his potion and turned to face the floor. He began to crawl along the floor and then he stood up on the balls of his feet looking around quickly like a meerkat. Albus crawled over to Severus and tried to dig a hole in the floorboards, every now and then standing on the balls of his feet to look at everyone suspiciously. After the minute was up Albus walked back to the chair, his face as red as his robes. I'm so lucky I have a beard, he thought with relief.

"Oh this is so good!" squealed Minerva in delight.

"Who did you vote for?" asked Poppy as she handed her slip of parchment to Rolanda.

"Albus, naturally. I thought he was very good," Minerva replied over the din.

Severus raised his hands for quiet once the counting had finished and the whole pub went quiet.

"The winner of this round is…Albus," Severus said and the crowd clapped and cheered at the announcement. Once again, Rolanda prepared the next potion and took the glasses over to the table. Aberforth looked at the glass with relief as the potion this time was clear, but Albus looked alarmed. One of the possibilities of this potion could be veritaserum and Albus could not afford to spill out his heart's secrets to a pub full of strangers.

"The next potion for round three is a potion to give you odd coloured spots," Severus told the pub's audience. Albus breathed a sigh of relief. "Our contestants have to choose the best coloured spots they can come up with in order to win. In order for this to be possible, there is an extract of hair remover to temporarily make their beards disappear."

Aberforth grinned in amusement and nodded to his brother to go first.

"Ready?" asked Severus and the older men nodded. "Go!"

Albus picked up his glass and drank the entire contents. His beard disappeared and to everyone's amusement, stars of all shapes and sizes appeared on his face. Albus decided he wanted to make them twinkle and wink at everyone, and after thirty seconds, they all disappeared. Aberforth drank the contents of his glass and miniature goats appeared on his skin. They began to bleat loudly and the crowd cheered.

Once Aberforth's face had turned back to normal, there was a sudden rush of quill scratching. Rolanda, Severus, and Sheila dashed backwards and forwards collecting the scrap pieces of parchment as they went. Several people asked for refill's, including Poppy and Minerva, so while Severus and Rolanda counted the scores, Sheila sorted out the drinks. Once the drinks were sorted out and the papers counted, Severus walked around the bar and announced the winner to the eager crowd in the pub.

"The winner of round three is...Albus!" he said with a grin. Aberforth swore under his breath as his brother took the lead. Albus sat with a smug grin on his face. Rolanda rushed over with a clean pair of glasses and put them on the table in front of the men.

"You're doing a great job, ma'am." Aberforth winked at her and Albus growled at him. Rolanda blushed slightly as she poured a bright pink potion into the glasses and bustled away quickly. Severus smiled at her and sighed.

"Are you ok?" Rolanda asked him with concern.

"I'm fine. I'm just tired, that's all," Severus replied wearily and drank the rest of his glass of water.

"We'll announce a break at the fifth round. I will take over and you do my job," Rolanda suggested and Severus looked at her gratefully.

"Thank you," he replied and smiled at her. "Right, on we go," Severus said as he walked back over to the table.

"In the fourth round, our contestants will have the challenge of transforming the best hair and robes they can think of." He announced to the cheering and whistling crowd. "They shall have a minute to transform into what they think is the most suitable for the occasion. Gentleman, are you ready?" Albus and Aberforth nodded in acknowledgement.

"GO!"

Aberforth took hold of his glass and downed the whole of its contents. Then he screwed up his face trying to think of the best possible robes and hair-do. Suddenly, his hair started to change into multi-coloured strands and it began to stand up straight. Aberforth's robes changed into baggy, black trousers and a black leather jacket. He added a few chains and studs to the finishing touches causing a few flashing cameras to go off around the pub. Severus could not help but chuckle at the old man in an old punk-rockers outfit. Poppy and Minerva were beside themselves with laughter, taking several pictures of Aberforth between gasps of air. After the minute was up, Aberforth changed back into his dark blue robes and, his hair changed back to grey. He took a bow at the audience as they whistled and cheered landlord. Next, it was Albus's turn. He drank the whole potion and stood up to face the crowd. His hair started to turn dark brown, with a quiff at the end. Albus' robes turned into a bright purple jacket with Suede pockets and collars, a white shirt with a star on the pocket, bootlace tie, black drainpipe trousers, and his boots transformed into a pair of bright purple Suede shoes. Aberforth looked at his opponent in amusement as "Teddy Boy" Albus swivelled round on the spot and winked at the crowd. Poppy and Minerva stood up and whistled with delight with the rest of the audience. After the minute was up, the crowd stood up and cheered Albus as he too took a bow. A sudden scritch-scratch noise could be heard throughout the room as everybody rushed to write down who their favourite Dumbledore was. Once the parchment had been collected and counted for, Severus made his way over to the round table to announce the winner.

"And the winner of round four is...ooh it's a close call, Aberforth!" Severus announced proudly and a whoop of delight was heard from the cheering crowd. Rolanda rushed over to the bar and collected the next two glasses then rushed back over to the round table where the Dumbledore brothers sat. She poured a blood red potion into the glasses and walked away quickly as Severus tried to calm the crowd down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please! Can I have quiet? Thank you," Severus shouted at the crowd and they immediately silenced, eager to know what the next potion set out before them was. "In round five, we have a stripping potion!"

At the very words of "Stripping potion", the crowd cheered and whistled even louder than before. Severus called for quiet once again and the audience silenced.

"For the stripping potion, our two gentlemen shall strip off to the music, but only down to their underwear." Severus explained to the audience and a few people let out their disappointment at the fact they were not allowing them to go starkers. "The music is about two minutes long, and both gentlemen shall strip at the same time."

Albus and Aberforth looked mortified at the fact they had to strip down to their underwear in front of a lot of strangers.

"So gentlemen, if you please, drink your potion and take your places near the record player," Severus called over the din. Both men glanced at each other, their vision starting to go slightly blurry from the alcohol in the previous potions. They drank their potions and began to take their places near the bar. Rolanda took charge of the record player and placed the pin onto the record. The speaker began to blare out a song from the muggle musical 'The Full Monty – The Stripper'. Albus started to jig along with the music and start to remove his big travelling cloak. Aberforth started with his hat, swinging it around on his finger and flinging it at the crowd. Albus worked his way down to his outer robes and began slowly to undo the buttons. Poppy and Minerva were crying with laughter and cheering them on. Even Rolanda could not help but clap and cheer. Removing his outer robes and starting on his white shirt, Aberforth could hear the screams of excitement as he started to reveal his chest. Albus undid his boots and kicked them off, then began on his trousers. Minerva began to take pictures rapidly as the scene before their eyes began to unfold. Aberforth swung his shirt around his arm and threw it at the barmaid, disappointing the crowd, then moving on to his trousers. Albus whipped off his shirt, standing only in his socks and boxers. Aberforth pulled down his trousers and stood next to his brother as the music ended. More people had come into the pub to see what all the noise was all about, only to find a bunch of rowdy supporters of Albus and Aberforth Dumbledore, as the men in question were half naked. Both men grabbed their clothes and ran behind the bar into a little storeroom while the audience whistled and cheered after them.

"Never again," Albus exclaimed as they pulled their robes back on.

"Good thing we're quite merry, isn't it?" said Aberforth as he pulled on his outer robes.

"That is the last time I ever let Severus and Rolanda team up with each other, I shall never live it down!" ranted Albus as he adjusted his hat on his head and let out a sigh of relief to be back in his robes.

"Come on, let's go," Aberforth gestured to the doorway and they both stepped out to a cheering crowd. They walked over to the table and sat down while Severus called for calm.

"The winner of round five is..."

In the next chapter...hehehe!

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