Ron nodded at the doorman and walked inside the club. It was a good thing that Ginny was in good with the owner. He liked the drinks but he liked the time with his wife even better. She was attached to his left hand, standing in his shadow this evening. Under her grey wool cloak was new robes, so she said. She wanted to surprise him this evening and he was looking forward to her surprises.

They walked up to the bar and Ron ordered for them. He got his standard drink – double Firewhiskey – and Hermione wanted a glass of white elf made wine. He wanted just enough to loosen up but not so much that he couldn't think straight. And the petite witch attached to him at his heart, his hand, and his tackle? If she had more than two glasses of wine, she'd be shite faced and silly and wanting to shag all night then he'd have to deal with her hangover and temper in the morning.

No thanks.

He watched her sip demurely while he drank his whiskey. It burned like it always did, which is why he preferred it over anything else. The bad taste kept him from drinking so much he'd get arse over tits like George did.

Buggering Fuck! What are they doing here?

Ron stepped up and slapped his older brother on the shoulder. "The hell you doing here tonight?"

George turned and smiled at his younger brother. "Angie found me nursing a pint of butterbeer with Hannah tonight and dragged me all the way up here. Didn't know you'd be out here tonight."

Hermione stepped out from behind Ron with her glass of wine. "Nice to see you, dear." She stepped up and kissed him on the cheek. "What brought you here?"

"I did." Angie stepped up and dropped a kiss on Ron's cheek. "I found the sodding bleeder sitting alone in a bar in London and said that wouldn't do. So, he's here with me tonight." She leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek too. "And I've got a couple of vials in my bag should we need them later."

"So where's the other two prats? Out on the floor already?"

Ron craned his neck to look out into the dance floor. "Can't tell if they're out there or not. Place is crowded tonight."

Angie laughed. "Of course it's packed. It's New Year's Eve and people want to party." She winked at the younger two and pulled George out with her. "If you get us a table, we'll make it our place for the evening."

Ron took the lead and worked his way through the humanity that was in the way of the tables on the back wall of the club. The noise in the club was close to deafening but not so much that he couldn't hear anything. But then, he'd rather sit in the corner, snogging his wife, than be out there getting pawed over by others. But this was Ginny's idea, to come out tonight and have fun and live a little. George being present might complicate things some, but with Angelina with him, he might not have to pick up the slack.

Ron took the seat furthest into the booth and spread out some. Hermione slid in next to him, snuggling into his side. He hadn't even gotten a chance to see where his family was out on the floor before he felt her hand squeezing his leg under the table.

Ron leaned into his wife and pushed aside some of the errand hair that had come loose from earlier. "Wench, teasing me like this. Make it fucking hard to be hard tonight."

"It's not teasing, just foreplay." She whispered back along his lips. "I do want you, but not with an audience tonight." She squeezed his leg higher up this time while brushing her hand against his growing desire. "Shagging in the loo isn't high on my list. But I do want you to see my new robes."

"Fuck the robes unless it's a corset and orange knickers." Ron pulled her hair away and started nipping along her ear and neck. He felt the skin pucker under his lips along with the hairs standing up. "Anything you do have on your list tonight, love?"

He felt her hand gently land on his groin and start rubbing him through his trousers and pants. "Well, I thought about that this week."

Ron was getting lost in the haze of hormones and alcohol in his system. The pressure on his tackle was the only thing keeping him from moaning in the club. Kisses only added pressure onto the situation.

"And I thought that I'd like to try something else." Deft fingers traced along the edges of the curves on his trousers, fingers that knew him even better skin on skin. "You know those scarves I picked up while shopping this week? I thought –"

The table crashed into Ron's middle and he groaned in agony. "Bloody fucking – "

Hermione turned and watched George pinning Angelina to the booth support, snogging her silly. She turned to Ron and he was sitting there, conflicted. He was mad 'cause the git had terrible timing, but it bloody well hurt when he crashed into the table. His bits whined in protest.

He settled for glaring at his git of a brother while they snogged each other silly.

"Ron!" she yelled over the cacophony in the room.

He turned to her and smirked. "Hush. It's been a while. Besides, I owe the sod a few."

Ron picked up one of the napkins on the table, balled it up, and threw it at his brother. It bounced off the side of his currently occupied face. "Take it to the Loo, you git."

George broke the kiss first and looked at Ron with a leer. "Sod off, wanker." He looked at the witch he had pinned on the wood and kissed her again. "Be a good Ronniekins and get me a beer, you tosser!"

Ron laughed at the smirk on his brother's face. It looked good after being missing for so long. "Get it yourself, arsehole."

The women were laughing at the brother's antics. "Where's the other two garden gnomes?"

Angie looked at Hermione and winked.

Hermione knew one day she'd get vertigo from the constant rolling of her eyes. "Oh Merlin, not again."

"Yeah. She and Harry are having a bit of a go out there."

Hermione looked at Ron before turning her attention back to George and Angelina.

"Even/Odd to see who gets to break them apart?"

Angelina laughed again and started pulling George back towards the bar. "Hell no, not tonight. They can shag on the dance floor for all I care." She wrapped her arm around George's waist. "I'm having my own party here tonight, not keeping them apart."

Hermione smiled. "Suit yourself. Got what I gave you earlier?"

"I do. I hope we don't have to use it tonight."

Ron watched the couple head back out on the dance floor, sitting quietly over the maddening music. "What the bloody hell was that all about?"

Hermione turned and snogged him silly. His pants became constricting once again. "Do you really want to know what your sister and best mate are getting up to tonight out there?"

"Fuck No! I've seen his pasty arse to last a lifetime. I reckon you want to dance a little before we go home and shag the rest of the night."

Hermione nipped his lip and winked at him. "You know me rather well, dear." She squeezed his groin once more before sliding out of the booth first and making their way out onto the dance floor.

Ron led the way out there. He tried to be gentle with the crowd but he wedged his body past one or two to make room for them. He was groped twice and he didn't want to consider whose hands it was on his arse or on his bits. The only one who he wanted on his bits was attached to the hands he was holding. Maybe he'd get to hold her tits while they were dancing. Or she'd use that arse of hers to torment him again. Merlin, her arse was fantastic. He loved watching it wiggle for him when she was shagging him all strange, or when she was wearing a skirt and it hugged her curves just right.

Then again her tits were fantastic. 'Fuck, all of her is pretty damn amazing!'

He caught a look of ginger hair and looked to his right. Through the haze of smoke and humanity he saw George dancing with Angelina. Well, it looked more like upright foreplay for them since their robes were still on. But he was still concerned since he'd not seen Harry and Ginny yet.

Ah, there they are. He watched for a second before he turned his attention back to the witch dancing with him. She was just too far away so he pulled her back tight to his front. "Found them," he yelled into her ear over the roar of the music.

She nodded and continued moving to the music. Her arse grinding on him was enticing once again. But he needed to spend a little time out here, among the others, before ravishing her in oh so many ways.

Ron settled down now that he could keep an eye on his other siblings out this night. Later, once they were home and out of their robes, he'd enjoy the party time with his newlywed wife. And hopefully she'd pick up where they were interrupted.

His tadger demanded satisfaction.