Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N:I'm still sick (a month now!) and I had a chemistry exam yesterday- yes I did CHOOSE to study it, so I blame myself. A few people asked me for a chapter of the antics inside the house during New Year- and I'm not one to turn down a challenge.

FORGOTTEN update...New Years at the Weasley's- George and Emily view.

Thanks to my reviewers..

LunaLovegoss-Glad mushiness was meant in a nice way:) Hope you like more descriptions of what the Weasley family got up to!

Bookluvrforlife-I love math- wonder how many people truly mean it when they say that? I'm glad you could relate the story to life- makes me think that it might have been well written:)

HarryPotterObsessed- Yeh the moment was lost- but I'm sure there'll be more soon. Have to be soon cause this is turning into an epic fanfic!

HPfanatic592- I have to say that that's the most positive review I've ever gotten. You have been missing out on lots with not reading Hermione/George fics. I've found them to be quite amusing. I definitely prefer the shipping. That could be because it can't be compared to J.K Rowling.

Joan Marie Mesi- thanks! I am feeling a good bit better- the room's stopped spinning at least!

CareBearErin- I think you might be a hopeful romantic. I hope you think that this chapter is in character too.

Nehimasgift- It did make sense that we like Emily for now. She's a good Hermione sub. Here's the "dance the night away" chapter.

KrazieChikadee- You want me to write your life:) That could be fun- I'd quite like my life to have more fluff in it too. Ah well, gotta live through fanfic. At least I'll always have my version of George.

On with the show-

"You promised me a wild party Charlie."

"My brother's antics weren't enough for you?" He asked as he directed her attention to Ron's crumpled form.

"I think he just needed to let off a little steam- not exactly Weasley wild." Abigail said, waggling her eyebrows.

"Just wait love. The fun hasn't even begun yet."

"Oh not that stupid prank thing."

"It's tradition. We've been doing it since the end of the war. A bit of comic relief never hurt anyone."

"It's so unlike you though. Fred and George I can understand- even Bill because he likes to remind them who's really in charge- but you're not into that kind of thing."

"Not normally no. I'm usually too laid back to care." He smiled. "But when you know a prank is coming, as it does every New Year, what's the harm in adding to the chaos?"

"Well just as long as it's not going to have any affect on me."

"Oh don't worry, mine won't. This year my prank is very specific. I know George and Fred love a big show, but I'd quite like to have a prank that's talked about for years- even if for the wrong reasons."

"You pranked Ginny, didn't you?"

"Well she gets away with pranking us but always misses out on the fun herself."

"She's smart. Unlike you, mister. How could you prank Ginny? You know she's going to get you for it."

"Well her temper has mellowed slightly, hopefully there'll be no hexes. Plus it's only a temporary thing. And I think it'll be a good experience for her." He smiled widely.

"Your funeral buddy."

Outside in the shed Mr Weasley had been tinkering with an old muggle radio. He was determined to get it to work- if only he could remember what way round those magic power supplies went.

"Which way round do you go little battey? I know it's got something to do with these springs." He said as he forced it into the small space. "That doesn't seem right."

After putting both "batteys" in the wrong way round his frustration levels were growing steadily. After poking and prodding with many tools in his shed he managed to pry them out and then switch them around. With a click of the switch the radio turned on.

"Well New Year is nearly upon us. I think it's time we start the count down….

10….

Mr Weasley stood up from the table and dusted himself down.

9….

Charlie sunk into the sofa next to Abigail, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

8….

Mrs Weasley bustled through the house asking where everyone had gotten to.

7….

Fred grimaced as his mother hollered for him up the stairs.

6….

Ginny raised her wand and put a silencing spell on her room to block out her mother.

5….

Angelina huffed and puffed herself up from her seat.

4….

Mr Weasley entered the kitchen and simply nodded through his wife's reprimand.

3….

Bill and Fleur apparated behind Charlie and Abigail's sofa.

2….

Angelina and Fred finally made it down the stairs.

1….

Mrs Weasley sighed as she swished her wand giving everyone in the room, apart for Ron, a glass of champagne.

"Happy New…" The festivities were cut off as "Put away a Little Ray of Sunshine" began to play on the radio.

Arthur grabbed Molly's hands and began to dance the Charlston. They began simply with a basic step, alternating right toe forward left toe back as they moved in place. Before long they were doing kicks and twists and Mr Weasley lifted his wife off the ground and spun her round.

Charlie and Abigail began to dance the Jitterbug as soon as the music began to play. They also started off simply moving in time with the music. Abigail began a "Sugar Push" routine as she walked towards Charlie before being pushed away. Soon they added in a "Whip" and Abigail swung away from him, facing him all the time. The cutest sight of all was when their dance included the "Sweetheart" were the couple appeared to be cuddling.

Bill and Fleur took up the Lindyhopper. With quick footsteps they circled together before Bill pulled away and spun effortlessly on one foot. Interlocking arms they twirled together until the room began to spin.

Fred and Ron took up the challenge of a dance off, leaving Angelina clapping her hands as she sat on her chair. Fred began dancing on the off-beat, tapping and stamping his feet whilst hopping forwards and backwards. Ron groggily followed with heavy footsteps, walking forwards and back with an occasional side shuffle and flick of his arms.

The dancing continued for a whole five minutes, which felt more like a life time to the reluctant dancers. All the while cameras flew around the room, taking pictures of the comical commotion so that George and Emily wouldn't miss out on all the fun.

In the meantime other pranks were causing chaos throughout the Weasley home. The simplicity of Fred's prank caught George off guard as he grabbed Emily's hand, pulling her into the shed and away from the many twirling sprinklers that were shooting temporary glow in the dark water in every direction. The entire garden was aglow as were the young couple who illuminated each other in the darkness of the shed.

Ron's unoriginal prank was working its way throughout the dancers as their hair began to flash from green to silver.

Upstairs Ginny and Harry were oblivious to the bedlam that was happening below them as the silencing charm blocked out the happy tune and feet tapping. I wasn't long, however, before screaming filled the room and Ginny swung her door open.

"I'm going to get whoever did this. Just you wait and see. I'll find out and I'll hex you into next Tuesday!" Harry's voice bellowed down the stairs.

By now the dancing had stopped and Abigail looked at Charlie with raised eyebrows.

"What did you do to Harry?"

"I don't think that's Harry."

"You mean… you didn't."

"I did. It'll do them good to be each other for a few days. Might scar them for life, but at least they'll be more understanding."

"Ginny, understanding?"

"Well, maybe we should go now- just in case."

Not long after the pandemonium of pointed fingers had subsided the house began to empty. Final New Year wishes were said and everyone returned to their homes to recover- well at least until Bill and Ginny's joint prank awoke them from their beds as a loud knocking was heard from everyone's door at 4am. After stumbling out of bed, eyes barely open, each was greeted at the door by a camera flash- not only recording the bed hair and wrinkled pyjamas, but also having the desired effect of stunning the victim with a bright flash.

"Well at least we'll have lots of pictures to remember the ringing in of this New Year." Arthur smiled as he led his fuming wife back to bed.