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"Now that Luna's home, it would be wrong not to have a homecoming and it would be doubly wrong if we didn't invite simply everyone we know."
Grinning mischievously Hermione's tanned face lit up,
"I think it's time for another of our 'parties."
"YES!"
Ginny eagerly sprung up from her position on the circular chair, narrowly missing the champagne glasses.
"Oh my god do you remember the last one? It was Lu's goodbye party! I walked in on Chase and Madison shagging on the roof!"
Luna and Pansy dissolved into hysterics as Ginny squirmed at her most uncomfortable memory. Wriggling in her seat, she turned to Hermione,
"Okay, obviously it has to be this weekend before Quidditch season ramps up again, and half the boys disappear-"
"Definitely Saturday! Hermione and I have the Sleekeazy's shoot on Friday," Pansy cut in, consulting her IPhone's calendar.
"Yes Saturday is perfect for me," Luna's dreamy voice floated above the tipsy tones, "the usuals?"
"Yes usual crowd, no tagalongs desperate to catch a glimpse of their favorite pop star passed out in a hedge", Pansy added disdainfully.
"Okay Saturday's the date. I'll sort the alcohol, Pans you make sure of the food, Lu can do invites and Gin-" Hermione paused for a second, trying to think of anything else that might be necessary, "OOH you do the music!"
The girls laughed as Hermione's OCD personality took natural control of the situation at hand. The young model stood up, stretching her sun kissed limbs, smiling at the idea of a plan coming together. Padding across to their large white kitchen she swung open the fridge, grabbing two bottles of champagne and a box of strawberries, forgetting briefly her 6 am call time the next morning.
Saturday dawned bright and clear, a perfect London summer's day. Pansy awoke to the sound of their Big Ben novelty doorbell echoing throughout the house. Groaning she pulled herself out of the warm cocoon of her cream canopy bed, slipping her feet into the fluffy pink slipper by the door.
"Who the bloody hell would ring the doorbell on a Saturday morning, fucking annoyi-"
Pansy's grumbling stopped as she pulled the door open to reveal a team of approximately fifteen men, dressed identically in boiler suits, staring at her with both shock and lust. The oldest of the group stepped forward, hovering his clipboard in front of his face.
"Miss Parkinson?"
His gruff voice was low and authoritative, obviously not fazed in the slightest at one of the most prolific models in the world wearing a black negligee, short enough to leave very little to the imagination. However this fact had not passed the other men by, blatantly undressing the beautiful woman in front of them.
"We have been sent by 'Sugar and Spice', who I believe you chose to cater your event tonight?"
Recognition dawned on her flawless face, the sleepiness in her eyes disappearing as she realized what was going on.
"Yes!"
Perking up she swished her curtain of dark hair away from her face, now looking with interest at the boxes in front of the love struck men.
"Yes Madam. We have: 2 chocolate fountains, 3 champagne fountains, 600 champagne flutes, 900 shot glasses, 325 bottles of champagne, 200 bottles of mixed spirits, 500 cans of mixers, coca cola, lemonade etc-"
He paused briefly to take breath from the extensive list;
"500 vodka jello shots, 2 fire whiskey kegs and 4 bottomless wine faucets to install."
Breathing deeply he handed the document over to Pansy who skim read it before jumping to action, motioning the men to start bringing the supplies inside.
"Ladies, rise and shine! We have work to do!"
Pansy sing -songed into the intercom system, fully aware each girl would rise with a death wish for her after the announcement echoed loudly throughout the entire loft.
Five minutes later and 3 sleepy girls emerged into the chaos that had overtaken their living room. Boxes, bubble wrap and too many champagne bottles to count littered the floor. Pansy, however, was in her element. Directing the mayhem she stood on the coffee table, shouting instructions, lending her typical blunt approach to the task at hand. Seeing her flat mates try to make sense of the chaos, she hopped down from her make shift podium and directed them to the tasks she had set aside for them.
"Right, lovely Hermione you are on fondue duty, I need you to head to the Honeydukes on Regent Street and buy everything and anything inebriated adolescents could dunk in chocolate."
Hermione nodded, well versed in Captain Pansy's tendency to go slightly overboard with her natural leadership techniques. Shuffling back to her bedroom, she heard the last orders being given out before slipping off her robe and darting under the warm jets of her power shower, already excited for that nights debauchery to commence.
Nine o'clock quickly came around and the girls sat surrounding their large marble kitchen island, surveying the fruits of their labour. Luna lazily flicked her wand and the last of the boxes disappeared, whilst the lights slightly dimmed. The space glowed, fairy lights hung on the tall white walls giving the effect of fireflies. The champagne fountain replacing their coffee table was bubbling happily, the glasses surrounding it twinkly in the glow of the golden lights. Mountains of every flavor fudge; colour-changing marshmallows, dissected strawberries and iced pineapple towered around the gushing fountain of liquid Honeydukes finest Belgian chocolate.
"Today has been long to say the absolute least" Ginny moaned as she rested her weary head on the table, Luna stroking her hair to relax her.
"It has, it has" Pansy agreed, "Which is why I vote we all have a celebratory shot of fire whisky now before getting ready!"
"Last time we drank before getting ready I ended up with lipstick surrounding my entire mouth, not one of you bitches telling me I'd decorated my skin!"
Hermione blushed at the memory whilst Luna and Pansy giggled, Ginny snorting from her face down position on the island top.
"Well this will hopefully erase that memory and help to erase any similar memories we make tonight."
Pansy winked, handing out extremely generous shots of fire whisky to her four best friends, swallowing hers in one swift gulp, grey eyes flashing in the twinkling lights.
Antonio Carez shuffled trying to break some of the humidity in the close summer's evening. Surrounded by 10 other men with the same mission as his the air was stifling on the street corner, basically nose to nose with each others cameras. The paparazzi were stationed nearest to the sanctioned apparition location to the loft, a Ministry implementation in muggle London. Hearing a sharp crack they glimpsed the first of the revelers, making the short walk from the Bake Street apparition point, tottering wildly on six inch heels and copious amounts of fire whisky. The first group of was as star studded as was to be expected. Chase Morgan, Felicity Winter, Robbie Versini, Lily Knightsbridge and Ed Barron were laughing loudly stumbling down the cobbled street, key players in young Hollywood. Felicity and Lily were friends of Pansy and Hermione's from the modeling agency, whilst Ed modeled for the New York agency, spending equal time between London and the Big Apple. Robbie and Chase had been born into privilege, the children of stupendously rich art collectors and former supermodels, rubbing noses with royalty and future leaders alike. Quickly following them was many of the usual crowd, Luc and Giorgio Scarlotto, twin model sons of famed Italian designer Roberto Scarlotto. Cara Waters, Indigo Quentin, Karlie and Krista Lakshmi followed them, linking arms and swaying wildly on a diet of vintage champagne and extreme fortune. The evening light was waning quickly now, darkness falling like a blanket of security around the young celebrities, illuminated only by the flash of the cameras and the flickering city lights.
Pansy stumbled out onto the rooftop; her long legs completely stable on the six-inch platform wedges, despite the amount of champagne coursing around her system. Strutting confidently through the mass of people dancing more than suggestively around the large pool, Pansy found who she was looking for. Holding court in the pool Ollie was messing around with his Quidditch boys, each more reckless than the last. Pulling the tiny black lace slip passing as a dress over her head, she displayed her model credentials, her body the work of the gods. Wearing a black bikini that left little to the imagination she slipped her heels off, grateful for the stability of bare feet. Shouting out to Oliver, she cannonballed into the water, narrowly missing her handsome boyfriend who laughed as she rose for air, long black hair streaming behind her.
Ginny and Luna were outrageously happy, dancing wildly with Karlie and Olivia, each move more enthusiastic than the last. Turning wildly Luna lost her balance falling gracelessly onto the sofa, causing all surrounding them to break down in hysterics with the drunken funniness of the situation. Heels had been abandoned for the young beauties who were enjoying the sensation of pure happiness surrounded by so many of their friends and mutual acquaintances. A pair of strong, tanned arms lifted the blonde elf from her starfish position, who screamed loudly, realizing they belonged to Yuri, her drunken knight in shining armour.
"YUUUUURRI, YOU'RE HOME. I MISHED YOU!"
Slurring her words, Luna wrapped her slim arms around her boyfriend's neck, kissing every inch of his face in the process. Gently placing her down, Yuri kissed her forehead, before hugging and kissing each girl on the cheek, so happy to finally be home with his friends.
"Right you beautiful babes, we need shots. Make sure Lu doesn't fall over again 'til I get back!"
Devastatingly handsome, Yuri winked at his friends before attempting to move though the 400 strong throng all moving in time with the heavy bass pumping through the loft.
Throwing back her head, Hermione's blonde locks tumbled down her exposed back, the black backless mini dress, enticing many male admirers. Slamming the shot glass down onto the kitchen island, her female teammates cheered, twinkly laughter echoing around the room. The impromptu drinking game had begun after Hermione's ex Ed Barron had deemed her "unable to drink more than a glass of wine before retiring." Recognizing the teasing challenge, the young model had accepted, always-pliable when gorgeous Ed was around. His wavy dark hair and warm chocolate eyes took her in time after time, all thoughts of Draco banished from her less than sober mind.
"Hermione WINS!" Ed's deep voice roared around the kitchen, each cheering and laughing in equal measure. Lifting the happy winner up by her long legs, he gripped tightly under her bum, enjoying the feeling of her supple thighs against him.
"I AM THE CHAMPION MY FRIENDSSSS"
Singly wildly Hermione and Ed paraded around their friends, drunk on the night and plentiful supplies of contraband wizard vodka. Slowing down their triumphant march, Hermione slid down Ed's front, not removing her arms from around his neck. His dark eyes bore into hers, the familiarity of their situation comforting. Sliding one hand down to rest on her ass, Ed pulled her tightly against him, before lowering his head and growling in her ear,
"The things I would do to you my flower."
Hermione flushed, her heart rate increasing involuntarily, before gasping as his soft lips kissed her neck with a want she could clearly feel in the front of his trousers.
"And exactly what the fuck is going on here?"
Draco's voice was unmistakable.
Fuck.
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XOXO
RITA SKEETER