Chapter 2 The Party

George flipped over the sign, having it say closed. It was finally the day of the party, there were still things to be done. Jasmine flicked her wand and snacks and drinks appeared on the table. She grabbed a Smirnoff Ice (Apple, yum, yum!) from out of the fridge. Her and the boys all drank, even though none of them were 21. They all had their own sneaky ways of getting alcohol. They never pressured anyone else to drink, but of they wanted to then by all means they gave them beer. Harry came first, he'd gotten taller and had gotten ride of those horrid glasses. Hermione looked basically the same, except she was a little taller. And Ron was taller and had more muscle from playing Quidditch. Hermione hugged her as she apparated in. "Jazz, you look great!"

"Yeah, it's awesome to see you not killing Death Eaters," Hermione laughed as she grabbed a soda. Draco then came, he had more muscle and had grown out his bangs. Draco embraced her and kissed her cheek. "Jazz, so glad to see you. I've missed you,"

"Ok, that's enough," Fred said and handed Draco a beer. Fred placed his arm around her waist and kissed her.

"Weasly, I don't know why you hate me. I'm happy for you and Jazz. I just wish she'd ended up with me," Fred gave the blonde a small smile. Everyone arrived shortly after. About an hour into the party George came up to Jazz and said. "Jazz, we're out of beer, can you run and get some?" She nodded and grabbed her wallet. She walked out of Diagon Alley and down the streets of London. She walked to the liquor store and went inside. There wasn't anybody in the store except her and the cashier. He was a tall, middle aged man with sandy hair and blue eyes. He saw her keeping his eyes on her. She grabbed two cases of Smirnoff, a bottle of Grey Goose and another bottle of Strawberry Daiquiri mix. The cashier totaled up the amount and said. "Quite a party you got going, there,"

"Yeah," She mumbled.

"How old are you, sweetie?" He asked and locked his eyes with hers.

"21," She said sweetly. Hey, she'd do whatever she could to convince him she was 21.

"Well, I need to see your I.D., baby," She nodded and took out her fake I.D. He looked at it and nodded. "Well, you're all set, sweetie, unless you'd like to come into the backroom with me,"

"Eww, no way, you pervert!" She said and grabbed her liquor.

"Whore!" He yelled as she left the store. She flipped him off and said. "Fuck you asshole," She walked down the street and sighed. She didn't like walking around London, alone, at night. Suddenly, she was pulled back by a man with a man with a gun. "Don't scream, or I'll shoot you," She pulled out her wand, but the man had his hand over her mouth. She elbowed him in the stomach, and used a spell that froze him. She sprinted back to Diagon Alley and back into the apartment. The party was still was going strong. She set down the liquor and sighed. "Alright, more booze!" Fred yelled and grabbed a bottle. "Thanks for getting the beer, Jazzy," She nodded. "You alright?" Jasmine nodded again, but said nothing. "Come on, out with it. What's up?" Jasmine grabbed Fred's hand and led him into the bedroom.

"While I was out getting the beer. I almost got shot. I've been shot at with the killing curse before. But, I was alone, and it really scared me,"

"Oh, my poor, baby," He said and hugged her.

"That must sound ridiculous. It does to me, anyway," He smiled and kissed her.

"It's alright, I would've been scared too,"

"Thanks, this is what I needed," Fred put his arm around her and stroked her hair.

"Here, let's get back to the party," She nodded and they went back to the party. A lot of the people got plastered, but arrived home safely. Draco kissed her before he left. "Don't be afraid to send me an owl sometime," She smiled at him and said. "I'll send you one soon," Draco was the last to leave. The house was a mess, but a quick cleaning spell fixed everything. George stretched his arms and yawned. "What a night,"

"Yeah, hey, you wanna watch that movie Hermione lent us?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah, totally!" Fred said.

"I'm gonna sit this one out, I'm bushed,"

"Alright, see you tomorrow, George," He nodded and went to his room. Jasmine grabbed more beers as Fred put in the DVD. He laid down on the couch and she laid next to him. He put his arms around her and she leaned up against him. She laid her head in his lap and he stroked her hair. After the movie was over, both of them were wasted. Both of them were laughing like mad and tripping over everything. Jasmine didn't even make it to bed before collapsing on the floor. The next morning brought massive hangovers, they kept their store closed. All in all, it was a fun party.