Taking Lucy's pimp stick. PARTY!

Oh, you read that right, my friends! They are taking the pimp stick and throwing a PARTY! Aren't these two just the funniest girls?!

Fenrir sat there with two sleeping girls on him, enduring the teasing of the Death Eaters about his 'little' girlfriends. After the Dark Lord and Bellatrix left, Rodolphus and Rabastan had wasted no time, dropping in on the party. Now a crowd of Voldemort's finest was sprawled all over the corridor outside the cell. Most of them were passed out having been drunk since yesterday morning but a few were still awake.

Fenrir had dropped into a doze, his chin propped on their heads. When Hermione woke up, his eyes were already open. "Fen! Oh, I love you, Fen!" she squealed happily. Luna woke up and they both covered his face with kisses. Hearing the catcalls from the corridor, he rolled his eyes.

"Fen, I need you to do something for me! Will you, Fen, please, will you?" Hermione gave Fenrir her best puppy dog eyes. Luna added her puppy dog eyes to the mix. Fenrir eyed them warily.

"Exactly what do you need?" he asked without agreeing.

"We need Lucy's pimp stick, Fen! Please will you get us Lucy's pimp stick? We need it, please?" the girls begged together. "Please, Fen, please! We'll love you forever and always!"

"Now, how am I supposed to do that? What? Just knock him out and take it?" he asked them. Sarcastically of course!

"All you have to do is get him down here, we'll take the pimp stick!" the girls grinned mischievously.

Not believing it himself, Fenrir obediently went, grabbed Lucius Malfoy and dragged his ass back down to the cell. "These girls want to talk to you!" he shoved Lucius towards the door.

"Kiiiyaa!" screamed Hermione as she kicked Lucius in the shin. Luna grabbed the stick and held on tightly with both hands! She braced her feet on the door. Lucius yelled in pain as he almost let go of the stick in surprise. But then he tightened his grip.

"On, no you don't! This is MY STICK! You can't have it! It's MINE!" screamed Lucius back at them.

"OURS! OURS! GIVE IT UP, NOW! SURRENDER TO YOUR QUEEN, MALFOY!" Hermione screamed back at him. She was prying his fingers off the cane. Fenrir and the other woken up Death Eaters were doubled over, laughing their asses off at the sight of Lucius Malfoy, wearer of the beautiful long blond hair, fighting two teenage girls for possession of his beloved cane.

"FENRIR, CONTROL YOUR LITTLE GRYFFINDOR AND RAVENCLAW, MAN! NOW!" Lucius hollered desperately. Fenrir lost it and fell to the floor, pounding his fist. Dolohov and Rowle were soon down there, too. All three rolled around, laughing so hard they began coughing up a lung.

"DRACO, THEO, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW! HELP ME!" Lucius let out a loud yell, calling the two junior Death Eaters to his assistance. They came at a run, only to double and join the laughter. Narcissa, wondering why the werewolf had so abruptly made off with her husband, came to survey the situation.

"Oh, dear!" she sniggered, watching her husband struggle. It looked like Miss Granger was winning the fight. At that moment, Hermione got that last finger off the stick!

"YES, THE PIMP STICK IS OURS, LUNA! WOO HOO!" Hermione and Luna ran to the back of the cell with the hard won pimp stick in hand. "Party, party, party! Come one, come all! Bring your own booze, make sure to bring us some, too! We are your queens! Queens of the party!" they started dancing in a circle, chanting 'We are the champions!" at the top of their lungs.

The Death Eaters all cheered and ran away to collect every last bit of booze they had. It was going to be one mother of a party! Lucius stood at the door of the cell, screaming at them. "THAT'S MY PIMP STICK! I WANT IT BACK! MINE!"

Hermione yelled at him. "Come to the party, bring booze, lots and lots of booze, we might let you have it back at the end of the party!"

Lucius gnashed his teeth but then decided 'why not, he loved a party as much as the rest of them!' There hadn't been too many wild parties after the Dark Lord came back. 'Might as well enjoy one last blowout before the party poopers came back!'