"Come on Gin, have some Ice-Gin!" George exclaimed emphasising her nickname in the drink and throwing his hands holding bottles of spirit in the air. Ginny rolled her eyes with a smile. Excited congratulations and pats on the back greeted her as she made her way through the crowded room towards him.

"And why are you so determined to get your little sister rat-arsed?" George passed her a glass and filled it to the brim.

"Because darling sister of mine, you just won the QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP and haven't had a drink in months."

Ginny downed her drink in one gulp and shook her head as the ice burn hit the back of her throat.

"Need I remind you that players are not permitted to drink whilst in training or competing," Ginny stuck her tongue out at him as he topped up her glass again.

"That's exactly why, we haven't celebrated any of your wins and I miss fun, drunk Ginny." He clinked his glass on hers and then raised it slightly to encourage her to drink with him. They both downed it. Ginny felt the buzz almost immediately and she started to feel light-headed.

"Where is everyone?" she commented looking around the room as George topped her glass up again.

"This room is full of your teammates and people here to celebrate you and you're asking where everyone is?"

"You know what I mean," she rolled her eyes.

"You mean 'oh where is my boyfriend?'" he mocked in a high-pitched voice.

"I don't sound like that." She shoved him whilst having another shot. She paused for a moment. "But where is he?"

"Just wait." He smiled at her suspicious expression.

They continued to drink hiding from the big crowd, Ginny finally getting some respite from the hoards for people wanting her attention.

As she's downing yet another shot Goerge had passed her the crowd fell silent, the band stopped playing and everyone turned towards the front of the bar.

Ginny on her tip toes tried desperately look over the heads of many people in front of her, with no luck. Then the crowd in front of her started to part looking in her direction. George nudged her and she took that as a sign for her to make her way through the path created in front of her, stumbling slightly as she felt the alchol go to her head slightly more with each step. George followed closely behind smirking as he knows what's coming.

The sight in front of her sobered her up slightly as her mouth fell open at what awaited her at the front of the pub, Harry stood there dressed as a quaffle. His limbs popped out of the brown ball full-body outfit and to finish off the ensemble wore a massive grin plastered all over his face. Ron and Hermione stood behind him with covering their faces to hide their amusement and embarrassment.

"Do I know you?" Ginny asked raising her eyebrows and putting her hands on her hips.

"Not at all. You see I'm a big fan of fan of yours, have been since I was a teenager. I wanted to celebrate your big win." He quipped back. The group in the pub chuckled.

"That's very kind. I always love to meet fans." She flicked her hair and looked at her nails. "Can I sign something for you?" She earned a laugh from the crowd too.

"Oh thank you but I would love the honour to buy you a drink," he 'begged', putting his hands together and bowing his head slightly.

"Hmmm," she debated scratching her chin. "I don't know how my auror boyfriend would feel about that."

"I don't think I could possibly make that intimidating good-looking fellow jealous," he smirked and offered his arm.

She accepted and replied, "That is so true he's so confident and humble."

The crowd once again parted to allow them access to the bar. The band restarted and the room quickly filled again with loud chatter.

"The strongest cocktail you can make in the biggest glass you have and ten shots of fire whiskey please," Harry asked the bartender politely, he pulled a bar stool towards him and indicated Ginny to sit.

"Five shots each? I've already had so much," she exclaimed sitting on the chair as Harry placed an arm around her waist to keep her steady.

"You're right," Harry turned back to the bartender. "Sorry that's not what I meant, ten shots each please."