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Celebration Ale

Hermione and Ginny led the group arm in arm. Ginny couldn't keep her eyes off the ring, it was the most impressive piece of jewelry she had ever seen. Draco hung back with Harry and a very reluctant Ron.

Harry elbowed Draco in the arm, "You got brews for us tonight?"

Draco shot him a half smile, "I have something new for tonight." They followed the girls into the common room at which point Draco proceeded to have chambers to grab the beers. He came back levitating four packs of six in front of him and lowered them onto the main table.

He grinned, "Oi', Order, I had this blend commissioned for this very occasion. It is a beer only for us, so drink up and enjoy!"

The group grabbed for bottled and Hermione beamed at the name, 'Celebration Ale: Rose Blend'. She leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, "Where did this come from Draco?"

He kissed her squarely back on the lips, "Once we found Harry I knew the rest of the Order would follow shortly. I wanted something special for this occasion to celebrate."

The label on the bottle was of the rose of their marks intertwined seven times, the characters illustrating each were absent. The brew was a honey blonde with an undertone of rose. Harry took a drag and grinned at Draco, "Malfoy this is my favorite so far, even better than your Private Label."

Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Better than the Mudblood?"

Harry laughed heartily, "No, not quite that good."

Ron was nursing a beer in the corner, speaking in hushed tones to Ginny. Watching them closely Draco finished his first and popped a second bottle open. After a deep swig he walked over to Ron, "Oi' Weasley, we have business to settle."

Ron glared at him, "What do you want Malfoy? You already got the girl."

Draco cleared his throat and inclined his head towards Hermione who watched them carefully from her conversation with Harry. "Ah yes, well I may already have the girl, but now I want to make the girl happy which means appeasing her best mate so he doesn't treat her like a bloody git all the time." He stuck out his hand, "Truce Weasley?"

Ron eyed him with disgust and glared at Hermione. The pain on her face was so evident that he couldn't help himself and extended his hand, "Truce Malfoy, but you hurt her and I kill you."

Draco chuckled, "Nice to see we agree on one thing."

Ron stood grumpily, "ˆBloody good beer Malfoy."

Draco chuckled, "Thank you Weasley. If you deem to come visit Hermione again I will give you a few other blends to test."

Ron nodded tersely, "That would be...nice. I still think you are a bouncing ferret you know."

"And I still think you are a weasel. Shall we join the Order?" Ron followed him reluctantly to the other three who were crowded around the dining table.

Ron pulled up a chair while Draco picked Hermione up, took her seat and placed her square in his lap. Hermione giggled to the dismay of the Weasleys present. Harry had come to find he rather didn't mind Malfoy in this context. Although he hated Draco form the moment he met him, Malfoy had attempted to be his first friend in the wizarding world not once, but twice. It had to count for something, even if he had been a complete and utter prat for the past six years.

Harry grinned at the smile on Hermione's face, "Hey Malfoy, you have any weed handy?"

Hermione giggled, "Oh course he does Harry, and you know it too, Mr. Pot-head." Harry chuckled; he was rather hooked on Draco's grade-A chronic. In the past months he found himself heading to their commons four or five times a week to smoke with Hermione and Draco. He discovered a few months ago that he reveled in their company. They were completely delightful together. Hermione was not a smidge harsh or serious around Malfoy, she was all smiles and joy. Malfoy made her laugh unlike anything Harry had ever heard. They were almost cute together. The manner in which Malfoy strove to please her was almost ridiculous; every move he made was for Hermione. Harry never pictured a Malfoy in such a state over a woman; he didn't believe a Malfoy knew how to love as thoroughly as Draco seemed to love Hermione.

Draco produced three joints from an inner pocket and handed one to Harry, "Spark it Pot-head. You should enjoy this; it is a kush import for Amsterdam."

Harry laughed as he lit the thin cigarette. He inhaled deeply and turned to the Weasleys. Ginny was petrified.

Ginny scowled at him, "Since when do you trust a drug from Malfoy?"

Harry cocked her a stoned grin and passed the joint to Draco instead, "Gin I have been smoking with Draco for two months..."

Draco took two hits, "Potter you are growing soft on me, no simpering in front of the women mate."

Harry snorted, "Malfoy you are a complete puss for Hermione, you are not one to talk."

Draco passed to Hermione, "Yes, well, Granger has me under her thumb. We all know that, right dear?" He elbowed her as he passed the joint to her waiting mouth. Hermione took a deep hit then exhaled the smoke across his face to share. Draco chuckled and her on the lips before turning to Ron, "Fancy a hit Weasley?"

Ginny lifted a hesitant hand, looking to Harry for confirmation. Harry smiled broadly at her, "If you don't like it Gin you can punish me all you like!"

Her eyes sparkled wickedly at him, "Who's to say I won't punish you anyway Potter."

Ron rumpled his face in disgust, "Eww! It's bad enough I have to watch the world's smarmiest couple over there, don't make me think of you two shagging."

Ginny took a hit coughing a bit as she exhaled, "We haven't shagged Ronald...yet."

Ron looked agog, "So Mione was the first one to get laid? Of the three of us? Shit!"

Draco emitted a deep throated laugh, "The only reason you're a virgin Weasley is because you haven't tried."

Ron growled at him, "The only reason I haven't tried, Malfoy, is that I was saving it for Hermione."

Hermione sat bolt upright at the comment and gave a little shriek. Draco lost his grin, "Well…right…sorry about that last comment then Weasley…"

Hermione stood and walked over to Ron throwing her arms about his neck in a hug as she sat in his lap. "Oh Ron, I am so sorry! I know this wasn't the way we had figured things would work out…but this thing with Draco, it's magical."

Ron sighed, "I know you don't have a choice Mione."

She caught Draco's hurt expression, "No Ron, not that kind of magic. I had a choice, I still do really, but when I am with Draco it is perfect, surely you can see we love one another?"

Ron nodded yes miserable, "I know, just give me time. I think I fancy a smoke to calm me a bit."

Hermione's eyes went wide, "Calm you a bit? Have you smoked before Ron?"

He gave a sheepish grin as Hermione returned to Draco's lap, "A few times with Charlie." Ron exhaled a puff, "Seriously Malfoy, this is some amazing shit." He took another hit before passing the joint to Ginny.

Draco opened another round of beer and passed it along. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, "Would you three fancy staying the night? We can get plastered plus we have the extra bed and the couch to sleep on. We can watch a DMD on Hermione's laptop thing."

Hermione snorted a laugh, "D-V-D Draco, and that is an excellent idea."

Harry was befuddled, "Where is the extra bed?"

Hermione turned a bright red, "Umm…we don't really sleep in my bed ever these days Harry."

Ron attempted to cover his ears with his hands and Ginny howled in laughter, "You're kidding me Mione? Malfoy lets you sleep in his bed!"

Draco shot Ginny a concerned glare. Hermione continued blithely on, oblivious to the implications of Ginny's pervious statement. "Of course, why?"

The sober part of Ginny's brain told her not to go on, but the stoned part continued forth, "Because it is well known that Malfoy never allows any girl to sleep over in his bed. He shags them then sends them off."

Hermione's face crumpled in shame, "Oh…" She hadn't really thought much about the previous shags before her. Ever since the mark it just hadn't seemed to matter, but in front of her friends it felt terrible.

Draco had heard enough, "While that has been true of all other women Ginevra" He bit off the last word, "Hermione spent the night in my bed before we ever made love. She is bound to me you know…we will be doing this for next 70 some off years or so. It would please me greatly if all of you never mention my past dalliances. They were merely that, dalliances, and nothing to hurt my Grail over."

Ginny looked horribly embarrassed and the boys had shame written across their features. Hermione, on the other hand, was beaming at him. "Thank you Draco."

He kissed her check, "Only you from here on out Granger. Looks like you're stuck with me." She kissed his lips softly, "Light another joint Malfoy, I will go grab my things."

She ran up to her room and on her return stopped at the bottoms of the stairs to survey the four unaware. They were smoking together and smiling, it made her terribly happy to see them all together, Draco trying so hard to please her. Hermione turned on her iPod and chose a particular favorite of hers by the Dave Matthews Band, she was sure they had never heard So Much to Say before. The group startled at the sound from her small boom box. Ginny stood and started to silkily dance to the music. She was blazed out of her gourd and obviously enjoying the feelings coursing through her body. Harry smiled and joined her. He held out his arm and twirled her in towards him; their bodies writhed to the music and to each other.

Hermione placed the stereo down on the table and took the joint and a beer from Draco. Ron inspected the music player, seeming befuddled by the device. Ginny extended a hand to Hermione, "Dance with us Mione?"

With a gentle tug she began to dance lightly with them, allowing Harry to spin her and hold her tight. The ground against one another lightly as Ginny danced about them. Hermione giggled at the feel of the already hard Harry pushing against her. He noticed that she noticed and tried to push away, she slapped at him playfully, "I know it isn't for me Harry, don't worry."

Draco stood, mortified at his love and her friend, "Alright Potter, if anyone is going to ravish Miss Granger on the dance floor it better by me."

Harry blushed as Draco pulled her away and into an intimate hold. Ron had figured out the fundamentals of the player and turned on a new song, Possum Kingdom. Hermione looked at Ron, who was delighted with himself and pugging a beer, "Good choice Ron." Ron grinned at her.

Draco pulled her closer and moved his body to situate a leg between her knees and up her thighs. She straddled his leg and began to writhe against him as he moved their bodies to the beat. Hermione felt herself grow wet in want of Draco. She couldn't be this close to him without immediately waiting to take it further; she moved her body against his leg to relieve some of the mounting pressure in her sex.

Ron groaned at them, "You guys they are shag dancing again!"

Hermione tried to extricate herself but was caught by Draco, "Un-uh love, finish the song." She allowed Draco to have his way until the song ended but quickly hurried back to her friends.

Harry and Ginny were still intertwined but Ron seemed satisfied that Hermione had stopped. Hermione held out her hand, "Dance with me Ronald?" Ron blushed but stood to take her hand. Hermione summoned a song by Ace of Base with a popish tune to dance with Ron. He grinned and began to lead her about in a clumsy dance before pulling her close. Ron pushed his body to hers and sighed.

Hermione giggled and swatted at him playfully, "See Ronald, you don't need to take me to a ball to get me to dance with you."

He gave her a silly grin, "Yeah, but I still don't have a date for the Yule Ball…"

Draco coughed at them, obviously uncomfortable with their intimate position. "Why don't you ask Parkinson, Weasley?"

The four stopped dancing at once and turned to him abruptly. Hermione looked at him like he had gone mad. "As in Pansy Parkinson, Draco?"

He chuckled at their shock. "Well Pansy and Blaise always chat about boys at the table, among loads of other mundane crap, and Pans won't even look at anything that isn't pureblood. It seems she has noticed that you've grown up a bit Weasley."

Ron puffed out his chest a bit, proud that he had been noticed. "Yeah but Malfoy, she hates me, plus I don't even know her that well…"

The group sat and attended to their drinks. "Weasley you have been a prefect with her for three years and besides yours truly, who do you thing her favorite person to go on rounds with is?"

Ginny gasped, "No!"

Draco smirked and batted his eyelashes, raising his voice in an imitation of Pansy. "Oh Blaise I had rounds with him last night. He took his robes and his ass is soooo cute! I pulled all my charms but he is so clueless, always chasing after that mudblood Granger, he needs a real pureblood witch to teach him a thing or two."

Ron blushed tomato red, "She does not!"

Draco eyed him, "And I know for a fact she doesn't have a date yet. You're a pureblood, she's a pureblood, just don't wear your Grandmum's old dress robes again."

Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust, "No, I have right proper ones now."

Draco smirked, "Helps to have wealthy brothers, eh?"

Ron grinned at him, "You been to their shop?"

Draco took a deep swig, "Bloody brilliant products there, pretty darn good for those buffoons."

The group laughed in agreement. Hermione yawned widely and Draco took her hint. "We are going to bed. Ron, bedding is on the couch, Harry and Ginny the bed is made. Goodnight order, oh and Weasley?"

Ron looked up, "Ask her at breakfast tomorrow, in front of Slytherin. You will make her day, she loves public attention. Bring her flowers or something."

A/N: Okay so now you are thinking, 1) what the fuck is she doing with this plot? 2) Where the hell is that Zabini chick? 3) And why would Hermione listen to that music?

A: 1) Having fun. Can't have a HP fanfic without Pansy Parkinson

2) Soon enough she will arrive.

3) I hate fic that isn't time appropriate, like when Hermione listens to the Pussycat Dolls -the fic comes to a dead halt for me-. This is the 90's people and we did love us some Ace of Base back then. Every reference to anything muggle in the story is very carefully screened to make sure it is time appropriate.