A/N: Sorry about the long updates on these last few chapters. Thank you for reviewing and being patient. I still haven't forgotten about this story!

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Just as Ginny was about to take a sip of her third drink, Hermione came floating into view looking harassed. Ginny instantly forgot her troubles and rushed to meet her.

"Hermione, what's wrong? Is everything okay? It's not the baby is it?" Ginny asked all in one breath.

"The baby!" Hermione nearly screeched. "Oh God no! The baby has nothing to do with this - although it is the only thing keeping me from murdering your brother!"

Ginny's face went into understanding. Of course this had something to do with Ron. Almost everything wrong with Hermione had to do with him and his stupidity.

"What'd he do this time?" Ginny said plainly, her eyes sweeping over the party and its guests.

Hermione seemed to have been waiting to tell someone as she quickly jumped into her tale, not bothering to really care who overheard.

"We were walking around, stopping along the way to talk with some old friends and Ron picks up a drink and starts drinking and I'm like, whatever. So then he's done with that one and he goes for his second and third and fourth. I was getting upset because he knows I can't drink and plus he is the one that's supposed to be taking care of me and instead I'm going to have to take care of him now!" Hermione's face was turning a light shade of pink by the fury in her voice. "So I said, "Ron, will you quit it with the alcohol before you make yourself sick" and he's on his sixth or seventh and he's soberly stupid so he's not wasted but he's not thinking exactly correct either, and he says "don't worry about him" and "he can take care of himself." So I get even more upset and I ask him what he would do if he missed his second child being born because he was passed out in his parent's backyard. Guess what his answer was? "I wouldn't be too upset because I already watched the first one pop out." Then he started to laugh hysterically and he told me that I need to chill out and relax and he shoves a drink in my hand and tells me to drink up. I was boiling at this point and I screamed in his face telling him that he's going to be a father in less then 2 months and that he better start shaping up because I'm not letting my child see how stupid his father can be. I mean, seriously! Drink alcohol when I'm pregnant! I don't think so!"

Ginny nearly ran to track Ron down right now and smack him upside the head for being so damn stupid!

"What did he say?"

"Nothing. At least not to my face. I stormed off before he got the chance. I told him to find somewhere else to sleep because I'm not letting him in our house like that, plus I'm too mad at him."

Ginny laughed.

"What an idiot."

"Tell me about it. He's probably tracking down Harry right now so he can stay in your hotel room tonight."

"No, he probably thinks you're bluffing to get him nervous."

"No," Hermione said as she shook her head. "He knows I'm serious because I did this to him before and he didn't believe me so when he came home and I told him to leave he nearly cried. He went off to Harris at 4 o'clock in the morning."

Ginny prayed to God that Harry had enough sense to tell Ron no. What the hell would Ginny do if Ron stayed with them in their hotel room? Her brother would be sleeping in the same room with his sister and best friend all cuddly. Ron wouldn't be able to handle it. Especially if he was drunk...

"Speaking of Harry," Ginny started as she glanced down at her drink quick. "Have you seen him?"

"Actually, yes, I have. He was talking to Michael Corner inside by the food table."

"Thanks. I think I'll go talk to him. I'll see you later okay?"

"Yeah. And if you happen to run into Ron please spill his drink all over his suit will you?"

Ginny laughed.

"Will do," she said as she walked away towards the door.

When she got inside she didn't see Harry right away until she was closer to the buffet table, but when she was she saw him drinking away, looking happy.

"Hey you," she said as she walked up to him. Michael had just left.

"Hey," he said with a smile. "I was just scoping the area for a new bride."

Ginny punched him in the arm with her free hand.

"Very funny."

"Ouch!" he said before taking a sip.

"Shut up. That didn't hurt."

"I know it didn't. You punch like a girl," he teased as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"I am a girl."

Harry's face transformed into an over exaggerated surprised look.

"That's news to me!"

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Have you talked to Ron?"

"Yeah," Harry said as his face returned to normal. "He wanted to stay with us tonight because Hermione was mad at him for something or the other."

"What'd you say?" Ginny asked as she took a small sip, thinking that if she was drunk right now she wouldn't be standing next to Harry.

"I said sure, that I loved it when my best friend slash girlfriend's brother slept in the bed next to ours."

Ginny started to laugh.

"I bet his face was priceless."

"It was," Harry laughed. "I think he almost puked."

"Where's he going to stay now then?"

"I don't know but I told him he better go apologize to Hermione unless he wants to sleep outside."

"I'm not so sure his 'smooth talking' will get him out of this fight. She was pretty pissed."

"Eh, she'll get over it," Harry said with a shrug as he took another sip.

"Yeah, I guess."

Off in the distance Ginny could see Fred and George trying to get someone she didn't recognize to eat one of their products that looked like a pyramid.

"When do you want to tell everyone?" Harry asked her as he took another sip once again. Ginny was beginning to wonder if this was making him nervous too.

"How about when everybody leaves?" she suggested, thinking later was better.

"Good idea."

Fred and George must have convinced the unknown Witch because she unwrapped the lovely gold wrappings and popped the chocolate into her mouth smoothly. At first nothing happened, but then her clothes started to shrink. She let out a yelp and tried covering herself before she was wearing nothing but her undergarments, but at the last second they started to grow back. She glared at Fred and George (who were laughing of course) thinking that was all until her clothes started growing tremendously bigger until they nearly drowned her. She screamed and tried to uncover herself and they started to shrink again - grow, shrink, grow, shrink, grow...you get the picture.

Ginny laughed as she took a sip of her wine, Harry doing the same. Ginny looked up at him.

"What glass are you on?" she asked curiously.

"What glass are you on?" he countered.

"Ha, nice try," she snorted. "I asked you first."

"It's my first."

Ginny looked at him skeptically.

"Yeah, right. Sure it is."

"It is!" he cried out defensively.

"Well I'm the Queen of England," she replied with dripping sarcasm.

"Fine," he confessed. "It's my fourth. Well, was my fourth." Harry looked down at his empty glass then around the room in search for another.

"I can't believe you!" Ginny screeched out with wide eyes. "I'm only on my third! What a hypocrite!"

"I'm not drunk," Harry said matter-of-factly as he grabbed a glass off of a floating tray.

"We'll see how long that lasts," she mumbled.

"What was that?" he asked before taking a sip.

Just then a brilliant idea popped into Ginny's mind, her face turning dancing with joy.

"Want to play a game Harry?"

He looked confused, then broke into a smile.

"Sure. What?"

"It's called the last one standing wins." The corners of Ginny's mouth turned up as she saw the understanding in Harry's eyes.

"You're on," he said challengingly, holding out his hand in good sport.

Maybe this party isn't going to be so bad after all, Ginny thought as she took it willingly.