A/N: Chapter 9 is up.. Hope you enjoy it. It's a little different I guess.

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Ginny's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the bathroom door banging.

Where am I?

Ginny looked around and realization struck her. She was in the bathroom! She must have fallen asleep when she was...

Ginny sprang up from the floor and ran to the sink just as the person on the other side of the door began yelling.

"Hurry up in there! I have to piss like race-horse!" a male shouted. She wasn't paying much attention to their voice.

"Just a second!" Ginny called, but it wasn't very loud. She was too drained to yell. Emotionally drained that is...

She splashed cool water on her face, rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash and took a deep breath, not ready to see Harry and his...fiance. Wow. That was really hard to think. Harry was getting married -

"Are you done yet!"

Ginny yanked the door open coming face to face with George.

"Little sister! It was you!" He looked drunk.

"Yep, it's me," she said dully.

"It is you," he repeated with raised eyebrows and a sneaky smile, moving past her and shutting the door, too drunk to realize that she wasn't looking the least bit happy.

Once by the stairs Ginny prepped herself as she took the first few steps closer to a nightmare. Plastering a smile on her face and taking in a deep breath once more she made her way back into the sea of pleasant laughter and conversations. Well, unpleasant for her.

"There you are!" Harry said, spotting Ginny in the crowd. "I've been waiting forever. Excuse me - we've been waiting forever." Harry pulled a witch close to him, his arm around her waist as he smiled down at her and then back up at Ginny. "Gin, I'd like you to meet Cassidy. My fiancé."

Cassidy, to say the least, was gorgeous. No wonder Harry had chosen to date her. She had dark brown hair that went down to her lower back that shimmered in the light. Her eyes were big, brown and sparkling and she had the perfect body, the perfect smile, the perfect face and the perfect boyfriend. As Ginny stood next to her she started feeling very selfconcious. Looking between the two of them she was nothing compared to Cassidy. Of course Harry wanted her.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Ginny said as she offered a hand. Her voice was as happy as she could fake it.

"Don't be silly!" Cassidy waved off. "I owe you more than a handshake!" Instead of accepting Ginny's hand she pulled her into a hug. Ginny was too overcome to move.

Over Cassidy's shoulder Harry mouthed, "What do you think?" Ginny just nodded mechanically.

"I really didn't do anything," she said humbly after Cassidy finally let her go. The happy face was on, but her dancing eyes were still and boring. You could see past her smile if you looked into her eyes hard enough...

"But of course you did!" she said incredulously. "Harry proposed to me! It's what I've been waiting for since...all of my life!" she said with a laugh. Ginny laughed too. It was all she could do to keep herself from crying because once the smile was gone that was the end of the lies.

"Well I'm really happy for the both of you. You clearly deserve each other," Ginny said, trying to end this. It was only a matter of seconds before she cracked.

"Thank you. For everything," Cassidy added. "I really do owe you a lot. Me and Harry are just so thankful." Here she paused to look at Harry. They shared a 'moment' and Ginny almost puked again.

"Really. I didn't do anything," she said forcefully, her voice losing its politeness.

"Stop being so humble! Darling, you were the key to our locked future!" Cassidy laughed joyfully.

Darling? Ugh, give me a break... Not one bit of that last sentence made sense. What an idiot...

"Thanks," Ginny laughed out, losing her fakeness. This was getting to be too much. "Now if you'll excuse me I must go talk to other people. I promised Luna I would show her some old pictures from school," Ginny lied, desperate to get out of there.

"Oh that's such a shame. I wanted to talk to you more," Cassidy pouted.

"Maybe some other time," Ginny said as she started backing up, not thinking about what she had said.

"What a great idea!" Cassidy said enthusiastically. Ginny just stared at her.

"Pardon me?"

"We could get together some other time!"

Warning signs were flashing inside Ginny's head.

"Really, I don't owe you anything-" she blurted out, trying to think of anything get her out of this.

"Harry, what do you think? Can Ginny come over for dinner tomorrow night? I know you had planned to go with Merhione and Ron, but can't you reschedule?" Cassidy said with puppy dog eyes as she completely ignored Ginny's protests.

"It's Hermione," Ginny stated with force.

"Whatever," she waved off. "Harry baby, please?" she said, turning back to Harry with a puppy stare.

"I don't know," he said with a whine.

"But it's only for one night. Besides," she said, looking seductive now. "We can have the whole night to ourselves after Ginny leaves..."

Ginny's teeth clenched as Harry smiled down at her.

"Alright, I guess I can do it some other time," he said, giving in completely.

"Great!" she beamed, turning back towards Ginny who looked simply stupid. She was trying to smile, shoot daggers and not cry at the same time. "Then it's settled! Tomorrow night at six," Cassidy confirmed. "Oh, and do try to wear something more...elegant," she said snotily, looking Ginnys clothes up and down.

"Of course," she ground out between clenched teeth. Harry gave her a nervous smile, clearly feeling embarrassed for her.

"Great!" Cassidy exclaimed again. "See you tomorrow! Don't forget! I hate it when people are late," she added nastily, which really meant, 'You're the kind of person that's always late so don't be this time.'

"I promise you I won't-" Ginny started angrily.

"Here." Cassidy had thrust a piece of parchment into Ginny's hands. "Tomorrow night-"

"At six," Ginny said as she scribbled it down, just to make her happy. "Okay, then. See you tomorrow," she said as she shoved the parchment into her cloak pocket a little rougher than necessary.

"Okay! Ta-ta!" Cassidy yelled to Ginny. "Oh this is going to be so much fun!" She was now talking to Harry.

"Can't wait," Ginny ground out, walking away as fast as she could, heading straight towards George.

"Heyyyy, little sissss! It's yooouuuu!" he slurred. "Great party," he said with a wink.

"Where is it," she asked with a dark look in her eyes, ignoring his comments. She wasn't going to cry anymore. Oh no. She was going to kill.

"Where issss what?"

"The fire whisky. I need it right now," she said forcefully.

"Calmmm downnn!" he said with a smirk. "Normally I would say no because I'm a responsible brother-" Ginny snorted. "-but tonight is your night and you're birthday so I'm going to give it to 'ya!"

George handed her a soda bottle.

"I said fire whisky!" she nearly screamed in his ear out of frustration.

"It is fire whisky! You see, it's mine and Gred's new product! Looks like soda to trick the 'rents, but really its fire whisky! And the best part about it is that it never runs out! You can drink as much as you'd like because it's charmed to refill itself! It even has a number," he pointed to a number on the bottle that looked like a part of the label, "that tells you how many bottles you've drank!"

"Brilliant," Ginny said as she took a sip. She couldn't help but think of how damn smart Gred and Forge really were...

-

She was on her - Ginny looked down at the bottle. She was on her 7th fire whisky and she could feel it alright. Actually, she felt better than she had the whole night. Who the hell gives a damn about Harry Potter anyways? She didn't bloody need him...

"Freddd!" she yelled as he appeared in sight. The party had thinned, but not by much. Harry and Cassidy were still there and this made Ginny drink even faster.

"Ginnyyyy!" Fred shouted back. He was also very drunk.

"How the hell are you?" she asked as she noticed more and more people holding Gred and Forges product.

"I'm bloody great!" he said laughing. "How the hell are you?"

"I'm bloody pissed!" Ginny went up in hysterics bringing Fred along with her even though he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Pissed - drunk. Pissed - mad...Cassidy. Get it? Ahahahahah-

Okay, maybe she was a little too intoxicated.

"Ginny, what do you think about that girl over there?" Fred asked her after they had calmed down.

"Which one?" she asked, seeing about five of the same person. She had no clue who he was talking about.

"That one!" he said, pointing dead ahead.

"Cassidy!" Ginny shouted, causing the said person to look over. Cassidy searched for the person who called her name, but when nobody did it again she looked back at Harry, probably thinking she had just been hearing things.

"Yeah...Cassidy. Pretty hot right?"

"So what!" Ginny yelled angrily. People that were around her began to stare. "Why do guys always want the hot girls even though their personality SUCKS!" Fred started laughing at Ginny and some blurry girl yelled, "Amen!"

"I'm serious!" Ginny said, now looking around at people who were paying attention to her. She thought she was speaking on a stage or something. "What the hell is the matter with them! Why can't decent looking girls get noticed once and awhile! Just because some people don't flaunt around and hang their secrets all over the damn place-"

Here she stopped to look straight ahead at Cassidy, who was now listening to her great speech. Cassidy's dress was tiny and revealing. It was too short and too tight and her boobs were hanging out. It was disgusting.

"-it doesn't mean we aren't beautiful on the inside," Ginny said emotionally and powerfully, really feeling like she was connecting with the audience. A lot of people started laughing. Fred hadn't stopped yet.

"Tell it like it is!" Colin yelled. He, too, was drunk.

"Colinnn, my mannnnn!" Ginny slurred, motioning him to come near her. "Tell all these great people (shouts and applause from the crowd) why the gorgeous women get all the guys!"

Colin stumbled over to her, laughing.

"Well it's simple!" he stated. "It's because guys only want-"

"Ginny, what the hell are you doing!" Harry hissed. She had just noticed he was right next to her. Colin had stopped talking, his attention towards The-Boy-Who-Lived and The-Girl-Who-Was-Too-Drunk-To-Care-About-The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"I'm making an important speech Harry. Can't - can't you see that these people want to hear it?" Ginny said, looking as if he were interrupting the Queen of England.

Yeah, she was gone...

"Hear what?" he questioned, looking around at all the people. "Hear you embarrass yourself?"

Okay, it was one thing to hiss at me like a frickin snake, but to diss my heart to heart speech! That was taking it to a whole other level!

"Mind your own damn business!" Ginny said snottily, turning back to Colin. "Go ahead Colin. Tell these people why-"

"Ginny, you're making a fool out of yourself!" Harry said angrily. Fred pissed his pants he was laughing so hard.

"Don't tell me what the hell I'm doing!" she snapped. "I can take care of myself, thanks!"

She couldn't stand Harry. How dare he do this to her! She had kept her mouth shut before when he was getting all mushy and happy happy with Cassidy. She had bit her tongue because it wasn't her place and now he was coming up to her and getting in her business when she was trying to avoid him! It wasn't enough that he had to rip out her heart - oh no! He had to stomp all over it too!

"Look at you!" he yelled. "You're pissed drunk on your birthday talking about bullshit!"

I'm going to kill him, Ginny thought as her hands clenched up into fists. Somebody get him away from me or his heads going to be rolling around on the floor!

"Why is it bullshit Harry! Why do you think that!" she questioned, yelling fully now. Clearly the two were entertainment since more than half the party was staring at them. "Maybe because you're one of those guys who I'm talking about!"

Harry looked like she had slapped him in the face.

"For your information-"

"FYI!" Fred yelled loudly out of nowhere, still cracking up.

"-I happen to love Cassidy for who she is and not what she looks like! I'm happy with my life, unlike you who is showing it clearly by getting drunk!" Here he grabbed Ginny's bottle away from her. "So don't even talk about things you have no clue about!"

The anger was burning and boiling. She could feel her veins popping out of her skin.

That son-of-a-bitch!

"Harry James Potter," she ground out. "You are the most insensitive and arrogant person I've ever met! I hope you have a great fucking life with your whore of a girlfriend who'll cheat on you as soon as you turn your back and you'll demand for a divorce and she'll take every penny you're worth! Then you can go back to being miserable and I won't be there to make you feel better! I won't be there to wipe up your shit and help you realize when you're being a complete arse because I am sick and tired of waiting around for you to GET - A FUCKING - CLUE!" Ginny screamed as loud as she could.

Harry's face was priceless. He looked hurt and angered by her harsh words, his lips opening and closing, trying to spit something smart back at her, but Ginny didn't wait. She just grabbed her fire whisky out his hand, took a big swig in front of his face, walked to the table, stood on it and took a bow. And the applause and cheers came. She had never felt so proud of herself in all of her life.

-

The lights! Oh Merlin the lights! It was so bright!

Someone turn them off before I melt!

"Ginny, wake up!"

Ginny slowly opened her eyes and saw Hermione standing in her room. Her head felt like lead. What the hell had happened?

"Why do I feel like-"

"Shit?" Hermione finished for her as she helped her sit up in bed. Ginny grabbed her head in pain.

"Yes. That. Why do I feel like that?"

"You don't remember the party?" Hermione asked as she looked over at Ginny curiously.

"Party?" Ginny repeated hollowly, seeing if anything rang a bell.

"Yes. Your mum threw a party for your birthday."

"Ohh! A birthday party. Gotcha," she said as she didn't know what the hell Hermione was on about. "That doesn't explain why I feel like I have a hangover," Ginny laughed. Hermione looked at Ginny incredulously.

"You do have a hangover," she stated like she was slow.

"I drank last night!" Ginny practically yelled. "Oh my sweet Merlin! I don't even remember! What if I slept with Neville or someone! Oh my God!" Ginny screamed as she leapt out of bed and started hyperventilating. "My mum is going to hold this against me forever! I'm a dead witch. I'm a dead witch. I'm a dea-"

"Ginny calm down!" Hermione had to practically Stupefy her to get her to stand still. "Your mother wasn't there when Fred and George started handing out their products. Illegal products at that," she said with a scornful look.

"Where were they than?" I asked, feeling a little bit better.

"They went to stay at your Aunts for a good nights rest. Fred and George had somehow convinced them that they would clean everything up and to not worry about a thing." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"My mum and dad actually trusted them?" Ginny asked with raised eyebrows.

"I s'pose so," Hermione sighed exasperatly.

This is completely insane! My parents trusted Fred and George, I had a party that I don't even remember and I was drunk!

"So what happened?" Ginny asked her. Hermione looked away.

"You know, just...the...usual..." she said slowly. Ginny could tell she was lying.

"Hermione tell me what happened!" she practically yelled.

"You just - you just said some things, that's all." Hermione looked like a teacher was asking these questions and she was under the pressure. Ginny decided to put her out of her misery. She didn't want a premature nephew/niece.

"Oh, well if that's it..." Ginny had a feeling it wasn't. Hermione laughed nervously.

"Let's-" Ginny cut her off.

"Since I don't remember anything, can you tell me something? I promise it's the last thing I'll ask."

"Okay..." Hermione looked nervous.

"Did...did something happen - well what I mean to say is did something happen between - between me and Harry?" she finished lamely, looking up hopefully.

"Um, yeah," Hermione stated, her eyes holding something Ginny couldn't detect. "You - you could say that."

I knew it! Yes! I didn't fail myself even when I was completely wasted! Woohoo!

"This is going to be a good day," I smiled happily, rushing over to my closet to put some clothes on. Hermione looked worried and sympathetic.

"What?" Ginny asked, pausing.

"Nothing," Hermione waved off. "Let's just go eat some breakfast. I'm sure you're starving," Hermione said, looking a little harassed.

"Do you have any of that Hangover Remedy you used to make before you were-"

"It's downstairs waiting," Hermione smiled knowingly. "Most of your brothers needed it besides Ron, Percy and Charlie. Ron was a bit mad that I didn't let him drink," Hermione huffed out as she left, leaving Ginny some privacy so she could get dressed.

Ginny hurriedly got dressed, wanting so bad to get rid of the awful feeling in her head. She didn't want to let a stupid hangover get it in the way.

When she went to put her cloak, a slip of parchment fell out. Curiously she bent down to pick it up and read it.

Harry's flat - 6:00 PM - Fancy Dinner - Don't be late!

Ginny's heart started to race. Harry had invited her for dinner last night! Oh, this was just great! Everything was just so great! Well, minus the fact that she couldn't remember anything that happened last night...

Suddenly Ginny's face screwed up in thought.

Did we kiss?

She was trying to search her brain for any memory at all.

Hmm...

"Ginny, hurry up! There's almost no more potion left!" Hermione screamed from downstairs, breaking her out of her thoughts.

As fast as her legs could carry her, Ginny rushed downstairs as if her life depended on it.

A/N: Yes? No? Let me know.. haha that rhymed (just ignore me lol)

Next chapter should be up tomorrowmorning ortomorrow night. You can count on that!