Chapter 4: The Treasured Party

Harry walked into Ron's room and sat on Ron's bed. Ron was sitting on the ground, ruffling through a big beaten box full of what looked like junk from his childhood.

"Oh hey, Harry. Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for the party?" Ron asked, accentuating the word party in an annoyed tone.

"Ron, if you don't want me to go, I don't have to - "

"Harry, no, go. It would be good for you. Joey invited you, and how on earth could one decline an invitation from Joey?" Ron smiled, showing Harry that yes, he envied him, and that, no, he wasn't mad.

"Well, ok. Hey, what's in the box?" Harry asked.

"Oh just a bunch of crap that's been stored in our attic for years upon years. Check this out." Ron reached into the box and pulled out a small photo album with the words Bill's Lovely Angelica written in purple ink across the front of it. He handed it to Harry with a mischievousgrin on his face. "Open it up. You wouldn't believe how many times I've browsed through there."

Harry opened it up and in every single page of the album were pictures of the same girl; a beautiful blond girl with a very large chest, full red lips, and bright blue eyes. "Who- Who's this?"

Ron laughed. "That's Angelica. Bill's old girlfriend from when he was around 16 or so. I used to sneak into Bill's room and dig it out of his closet at every opportunity I could. Great, isn't it?"

Harry was just about to agree when he reached a rather personal page. "Ron, she's topless!"

"Oh, do keep going! It gets even better," said Ron eagerly.

Turning the page, Harry saw exactly what he meant. "You mean your Mum and Dad didn't mind Bill keeping an album like this?"

"Oh, I'm sure they would have, Harry. They never found out. Bill put a charm on it where only wizards under the age oftwenty-five could open the book. Pretty clever. Mum actually almost threw it away once thinking the pages were stuck together with some sort of candy or something. Little did she know!"

Harry sneaked a few more pages then handed the album back to Ron. "Ron, I actually came in to see if you had anything I could borrow to wear tonight. I don't have hardly anything here, let alonesomething anyonewould wear to a party."

Ron smiled up at Harry. "Well I can check. I don't exactly have a stylish wardrobe and I am quite a bit bigger frame than you, but I'm sure there's something."

After finally finding a somewhat normal outfit from Ron's limited wardrobe consisting of blue jeans and a red button down collared shirt, Harry went downstairs to sit on the living room sofa and wait for Ginny to be done getting ready herself. Fred walked into the room and stopped, most exaggeratedly, and opened his mouth in shock at Harry.

"That's my shirt!"

"What -" ask an alarmed Harry.

"Did Ron give you that shirt? That's mine! He told me he didn't borrow it. Man, I am going to beat him to a pulp!" Was Fred being serious?

"Fred. I'm sure he didn't know. I can go change and you can have it back." Harry was feeling quite stupid right about now.

"Just kidding, mate. It's not my shirt, but it does look rather stunning on you." Fred tilted his head and put his hand to his chin and sighed heartedly. Harry rolled his eyes. "Simply stunning" said Fred again. Fred walked over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "That's what you need to say to Joey tonight. I hear she likes the compliments." And with that, Fred walked out of the room, leaving Harry quite puzzled.

Harry started tying his shoes when Ginny came daintily skipping down the staircase. "Hi Harry! Are you ready to go?" My god, thought Harry. I've died and gone to the land of sexual torment. Ginny was wearing a slick black dress which hung figuratively around her delicate frame, black sandals embedded with elegant little pearls, and a necklace blossomed with a sparkling little black jewel. Her hair hung in delicate curls around her porcelain face, which was dabbed with the slightest hint of glossy make up. She looked absolutely "Stunning."

"What?" asked Ginny, grabbing her purse off the coffee table.

"You look stunning, Ginny. You look really nice." Oh god, I'm being way too formal.

"Well, thanks Harry, so do you." she smiled "Let's go, we're going to be late."

Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting at the kitchen table, stopped the two before they left. "Behave you two. I mean it. Ginny, your father and I are trusting you. If anything is going on there that seems unnecessary, you both come home at once. I know you don't need any guidance, but I worry about you, being friends with Joey and all."

"Mum. We'll be fine. Trust us. I love you." Ginny kissed her mum on the cheek, grabbed Harry's hand and led them out the door.

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Harry walked with Ginny down a pathway from their house until they finally reached a road. It was extremely dark, and quite chilly. Harry was nervous. He didn't really know why, but he was. Ginny crossed her arms in front of her and squinted down the street into the distance.

"Are we waiting for someone?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, Joey drives. She's supposed to pick us up right here. Look for a small, red car."

"Why didn't she pick us up at your house?"

"Well, Harry. There's someone with her that my parents absolutely hate. Her name's Monica Triles. She really is someone who is up to no good and I don't know why Joey insists she goes along. If it were up to me she wouldn't be coming."

Harry was getting more nervous every minute. "Your parents don't think it's strange she's picking you up here then?"

"Oh Harry, you worry too much. At this rate, this is going to be the worst night of your life." Ginny smiled.

"Sorry". Harry tried to relax. Yes, he thought, this was going to be a long night.

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Finally after about 10 minutes, which seemed like an eternity sitting out there in the freezing pitch dark, a little red car drove up along side the road and Ginny hopped in the front seat. When Harry opened his door he noticed an unfamiliar girl was going to be sitting opposite him. He climbed in, awkwardly, and smiled at the girl. "You must be Monica," said Harry, reaching out his hand.

"Yes, I am. You must be Harry." she replied sweetly, inviting his hand in hers. This girl was pretty too. She had blonde hair draped around her face in ringlets. She was noticeably small, also. The only thing Harry noticed that was big on her was placed on a spot that Harry certainly should not be looking at right now. Harry shifted in his seat and looked forward, pulling his hand out of hers. There was an uncomfortable silence in the car, and Harry wondered if it had anything to do with him being present.

"So, Harry" started Joey. "Do you party much?"

Harry smiled. If anyone definitely wasn't a partier it was him. His idea of fun was grabbing a drink at a local pub. Harry thought it strange for Ginny to have these types of friends. It didn't really seem like her to be into partying'. He was so used to the quiet, seemingly innocent Ginny he had known at Hogwarts. That was nearly a year ago, however. "Not really" he said quietly.

Joey laughed. "Well, we'll show you a good time Harry, won't we Ginny?"

Ginny didn't respond. Perhaps she knew exactly what Joey's idea of a good time' was and didn't want to agree to it. Harry looked out his window to briefly get away from the tension of seeing 3 attractive girls sitting around him. Hopefully we'll get there soon, he thought dully to himself.

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Inside Joey's house, Harry began to ease up. There were about 50 people there already and Harry was sure there was bound to be more. Harry sat down next to Ginny on a dingy pink sofa, trying to start some type of conversation. But before he even had a chance to open his mouth...

"DRINKS!" shouted Joey, bringing over two cans of beer, handing one to Harry and sitting down on the other side of him. They had only been there 5 minutes and he already had a beer. This isn't so bad, he thought.

About 2 hours into the night, Harry had downed his 7th beer. It wasn't until he was on his eighth that he noticed Ginny hadn't yet drunk hardly anything.

"Ginny, why aren't you drinking anything? Are you ok?" Harry asked smiling, although he really didn't have any reason to be.

"I will Harry. Just have to be careful, you know." Maybe Ginny was right. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had told Ginny to be careful and maybe she was just being extra cautious. That's fine, he told himself.

"Ginny, are you alright?" came a girl's voice. It was Joey. She had a glass in her hand full of pink liquid and Harry could already plainly see that Joey was quite the heavy drinker. She was quite tipsy and she collapsed down on the sofa next to Ginny and began to laugh.

Ginny smiled. "Joey, you're pissed already!"

"Of course! Here take this, I'll get more. This stuff is strong." She handed Ginny her glass and Ginny took it, taking a small sip, and then making a comical face as if she just tasted something wretched.

"Woah. That's really strong stuff, Joey." She took another small sip. "I like it." She smiled.

"Good." said Joey. "Now that you have your alcohol, would you mind if I asked your dear friend Harry to dance?"

Ginny waved her hand. "Of course, go ahead. I'll be up to dance in a minute, also."

It was times like this that Harry was grateful he was quite drunk. After gulping down the remains of his 8th beer, Harry took Joey's hand and walked with her out to the floor where a group of others were already dancing rather provocatively. Joey reached her one hand around Harry's waist and wrapped the other seductively around his neck, glaring peacefully into his gentle green eyes. Harry couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by being tightly embraced by a beautiful girl. Joey smiled then tucked her head into his shoulder and nuzzled him, breathing her rough, warm, intoxicated breath into his neck. The song was slow and hum-worthy and it echoed sweetly into Harry's buzzed ears.

"So, where are your parents?" asked Harry, hoping he was making even the slightest bit of sense.

"They're not here, Harry. They're in Edinburgh." she whispered hotly, tightening her grip around his waist.

Harry smiled nervously to himself. She was doing this on purpose, he thought. "Oh" was his response.

"Harry." she murmured. Harry didn't respond and only listened. "As much as I enjoy holding you tightly out here in front of everybody. I can only think that it would be so much more inviting in my room. Upstairs. Alone." Harry closed his eyes and tried to fight off temptation, but somewhere inside he knew it was rendered useless.

Harry stole a glance over at Ginny, who was talking animatedly with a couple of desperate looking boys, before he answered. "I think you're right, Joey. It does sound very inviting." His voice was hot and humid and he could tell it was turning Joey on. She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him upstairs going up two steps at a time.

After reaching her bedroom, Joey pulled him inside, closed and locked the door and turned to face him. Oh my god, Harry thought. What am I thinking? That's just it, I can't think. I'm completely drunk. He was suddenly lost of all thought when Joey reached her hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers in a vigorously inviting kiss. She slid her tongue into his mouth and they began to taste each other in deep desperation. Harry slid his hand daringly under one strap of her slinky white dress and slid it off her soft shoulder, all the while moving his lips down the column of her neck in angry wet kisses. Joey groaned, her fingers entwined in his thick black hair, breathing heavily at the intense sensation Harry was conjuring up in her. Harry reached a hand down to the rim of her dress and gently slid his hand up, caressing her smooth legs and behind. He captured her mouth once again with his, playing another tantalizing game of tongue of war, before she backed away, smiling provocatively, and slid the other shoulder strap off herself and shook her dress off. It landed in a pool at her feet, leaving her in only light blue panties and black sandals.

Harry, breathing heavily and heart racing fast, quickly unbuttoned his (or rather Ron's) pants and slid them off, taking his shoes and socks off quickly as well. All the while, his eyes never left Joey's bare body. He felt desperate, affectionate and well needed. His conscious was, indeed, lost of all pure thought. The only thing that mattered to his drunken self now was Joey. Not Ginny, anymore. Ginny was the furthest thing from his mind. Joey unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off, and began trailing little kisses from his neck down to his chest, until she reached his boxers. She gently began to stroke her hand on him through his boxers, which made Harry lose it almost completely.

"Joey", he whispered frantically, running his fingers through her short, sleek hair.

Joey stood back up, placed her hands on Harry's shoulders and guided him back toward her bed. Harry knew he was pushing the limit with this not-so-good' friend of Ginny's. The one who was despised by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. The one who had been nothing but overly friendly since she first laid eyes on him. The one who was straddling atop of him, almost naked, on her bed inside her bedroom. Oh dear god.