Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series. I honestly don't know why people still write these because it's obvious that JKR owns HP; but people are getting really creative with these.
AN: Hellooo! No excuses and also not late… YAYY! Since school is starting soon, I have most of the story roughly written, just have to go and edit it and brush it up a bit.
Also, I mentioned a time difference thing between the UK and Panama, well, screw time zones, because it makes everything infinitely more complicated and I don't want to deal. Let's just forget it exist, yeah?
Well, everything aside, enjoy!
Jake and Richie's Room
"Alohomora," Louise whispered to the door and it came unlocked.
"Okay, let's hurry," Max said as he shuffled into the room. "According to Hermione, Prick Siblings can be back within-" he glanced at his watch- "10 minutes, more or less."
"Good, we have plenty of time to get this done," Louise nodded as she went to their suitcases. She opened both of them as started rummaging around for their underwear. Max opened the box of underwear that Fred and George had owled them and counted how many there were.
"We can take three from each," he said.
Louise randomly picked three pairs of underwear from one of the bags and held it at arm's length while Max transfigured the other the ever-itchy underwear to look exactly like the one that Louise had picked up. When Max was done, she quickly threw them away with disgust and started to pick out another three pair from the other suitcase.
The ever-itchy underwear was designed to feel like there were ants in the wearer's underwear. It will only start itching when it is put on, so holding them was perfectly safe. But, being another prototype of Fred and George's creation, it wasn't perfect yet. If it was washed with other clothing, the itching effect will spread.
When Max was finished putting the first suitcase back in order, he did the same to the other three pair. The old pairs of underwear were quickly tossed away as well.
"Incendio!" Louise pointed to the small pile of old underwear and they burst into flames. She gave a involuntary shiver at the thought of touching them.
She heard the sound of the zipper zipping shut and made sure that the fire didn't leave a mark on the floor. Then, they quickly went out the door and ran to the second floor deck.
Dining Room
"When they wake up, it's similar to the obliviate, they will have blank looks on their faces. Make sure to tell them that we left and somehow make them drink their wine," Hermione instructed her aunt and uncle.
"Alicia, if you tell your mom that she forgave you, she will believe it," Ava said, uncertain.
Aunt Alicia sighed. "Well, it's sweet of you for doing this for me, but I don't want to force her into it," she offered Ava a sad smile. "I'll only take her forgiveness if she really meant it."
Ava nodded.
Hermione and Ava quickly ran out of the room before any of them woke up. As they passed the door, Jake was slowly waking up with a blank expression on his face.
The two of them paused
"Ava brought you wine, we gave the adults the chocolate, and now we are heading out, capiche?" Hermione snapped her fingers at his face. The blank expression broke.
"I think I'll head back to my room now," he simply said.
"Gosh, I went to get you that wine and you're not going to drink it?" Ava asked. She and Hermione shared a knowing look.
Jake stood up and started for the door while holding the glass. Hermione and Ava followed closely behind him. Ava was on her IMO again, but when they saw Jake take a sip of wine, they gave each other a high-five and several winks.
"Well, finish that before you go to bed, will you," Hermione said. "I don't want people to think that my cousin is so troubled that he needs alcohol to help him go to bed at night."
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Ava trying to stop herself from laughing.
He would need more than alcohol to be able to sleep after drinking that potion, Hermione thought, but he needs to drink at least another sip to not be able to sleep until wee hours of the morning. Hermione mentally laughed at that.
When they saw that Jake finally took another sip of his wine, they excused themselves to go to the second floor deck before his diarrhea symptoms started showing.
"I'll go that way," Ava pointed to her left. It was the other way to Jake and Richie's room. "I'm going to go give Max and Louise a little heads up and tell them to meet you at the deck this way so they don't run into each other."
Hermione nodded and made her way up to the deck. She conjured a goblet of water and transfigured the water into rum (thank you, meldz, for pointing out that you can't conjure food), needing something heavier than just wine.
Goblet in hand, Hermione made her way up to the deck.
Back in the Dining Room
When the adults started waking up, Laurent quickly filled them in exactly the way Hermione told him to. After a minute or two, most of the people there weren't drinking their wine yet. If they didn't drink at least two sips of the wine now, when the diarrhea starts, they won't drink any of the wine.
Laurent cleared his throat. He goes nothing, he thought to himself.
"I would like to present a toast," he said and stood up from his seat. "When we first met, I had known all of you as the family that my wife ran away from all those years ago. Now, I truly feel like we are family, not just by marriage, but by our familial connection. I now feel truly welcomed and proud to be part of this wonderful family."
Alicia felt her dinner forcing its way up her throat at the statement but kept quiet anyways. At least they would drink the potion, she thought, as she felt a smirk creep up her face.
"I would like to thank everyone for being so welcoming and supportive, especially welcoming back my dear Alicia with open arms. I couldn't ask for better in-laws."
Everyone at the table seemed to buy what Laurent was saying and they all had a smug grin on their faces.
Alicia wanted to strangle them all, family or no family, they were too self centered for their own good.
"To family," he concluded.
"To family," everyone chanted back. They all took a large swig.
Laurent and Alicia shared a knowing smirk. Let the fun begin indeed.
Second Floor Deck
Hermione was a little bit more than tipsy by the time she got to the top of the stairs; courtesy to the amount of times she had refilled her goblet. She sighed, wishing that Draco was here with her.
She couldn't deny that she missed him. They won't be seeing each other for the next and just thinking about the time that they would be apart made her feel sad.
We're going to be married in three months, for Merlin's sake. Get your shit together, Hermione, she scolded herself for being so helpless and lovesick.
She lifted her eyes up from the stairs when she made it to the top. She had to look down at the stairs as she was walking up because she wasn't sure that she would make it up alive, being as drunk as she was now.
Hermione looked up at the sun that was just about to set and orange tinted sky. There was not a cloud in the sky and the gradient colors were so ethereal that Hermione questioned if it was actually that color or was it her drunken brain seeing it. She slowly made her way to the railing that was overseeing the deck below on the first floor.
Why aren't they back yet? Don't tell me that Jake actually caught them, Hermione laughed at the thought. They could always spray the blue potion on Jake and have him forget as Fred and George instructed. It was the equivalent of the obliviate, only the obliviate is illegal to use on muggles and this potion isn't registered with the ministry yet.
As Hermione was leaning forward on the railing, she heard a distinct masculine sound of somebody clearing his throat. She turned to see where the sound was coming from and saw a silhouette of a man also leaning on the other side of the railing that seemed to be eyeing her.
At first glance, Hermione thought that it could've been any of her male cousins; but, as he straightened, she could see that we was at least a few inches taller than her tallest cousin. As he approached her, a wisp of his pale blond hair could be seen as the light reflected from the windows of the yacht partially lit up his features; an all too familiar smirk etched on his face.
Malfoy Industries Front Counter
"I'm looking for Draco," Harry Potter said to the lady at the front desk. He came to finalize contract for advertising the new Malfoy Industries product. Even though he had a successful career as an auror, Hermione had asked him to advertise for Malfoy Industries. Over the years, he had become friends with Draco, though he loath to admit it.
"He should be in his office," the lady replied. Harry thanked her took the elevator up to Draco's office.
As was making his way to the door, he caught sight of Blaise Zabini.
"Finalizing the contract, right?" Blaise asked.
Harry nodded at that.
"I also need to get this signed by Draco," Blaise gestured to a folder he was holding. They continued their little small talk until they got to Draco's room.
The door was slightly ajar and they walked right in without knocking. The first thing they saw was Theo sneezing on the couch.
"Where's Draco?" Harry asked him curiously.
"Off – achoo – to see – achoo – his fiancé," he managed.
"WHAT?" both Harry and Blaise demanded at the same time.
AN: DUN DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN. What you are probably thinking right now should be one of 2 things: 1) Omg Draco is finally here! And 2) How the fuck did he get here? So I said to check out the hints last chapter… *coughcough* and one person found it, though she (I'm guessing by the username: torighz, kudos to you) thought it was something I overlooked in my editing.
I'm really sorry about the last time I tried doing the 30 reviews and I'll post thing, I honestly didn't expect to get that many so fast. Tbh, I thought that it would take somewhere around 5 days.
Soooo, enough gloomy apology talk, don't forget to review/fav/follow! Hoho