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Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco groaned as he saw the three red-heads traipse into the room with the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Just-Frackin-Die. His head fell back against the arm of the couch he was laying on, and it took all of his good breeding to keep from beating it against it while he was at it.
�Who invited you?� He grumbled, finally opening his eyes to the four men. �I thought Father was planning this fiasco.�
�We got him to let us take over.� Fred smirked a bit, glancing to his twin, who nodded and set a bag down, beginning to pull things out of it, floating them to a free space in the room, then enlarging them. First came a bar, then a poker table, then numerous bottles and kegs of alcohol, as well as mixers.
�So, your friends should be here any minute � we got ahold of Zabini and Nott. Right bastards they were in school, but Zabini's shaped up a bit. We'll see about Nott.� George informed him, nodding slightly. �As those were the only people your father mentioned as your friends, we took the liberty of calling a few of ours � just to make this a bit more lively.�
�Who did you call?!� Draco sat bolt upright on the couch, and his question was answered as the doors opened to allow Seamus Finnigan, Lee Jordan, Dean Thomas, and Oliver Wood into the room. �What the bloody hell?! This lot hates my guts almost as much as your brother! Why not just drag him along, too?!�
�Hated.� Dean commented, moving to stand behind the bar and start making drinks. �Past tense, Malfoy � you're marrying the Gryffindor Princess � can't really expect us to just stand by and let it go.�
�...Fred. George. You're fired. Get out.�
�Hah. Do you need us to get Eriko?� George commented, eyes narrowing slightly. �Because all I have to do is give her a reason, and she'll break the wards and come straighten things out quickly.�
�Do you always hide behind your wife?� Zabini drawled as he walked through the door with Nott.
�Oh yes.� George informed the room unabashedly. �Wouldn't you, if you'd married Eriko?�
�...I have to admit I would. You're a lucky bastard, aren't you?� Zabini chuckled, moving into the room and immediately revealing the giant tower of pizza boxes behind him. �...so, where do I put this? And by the way, you owe me ten galleons, Potter � I didn't get a single stare, or even a correction.�
�Bugger.� Harry had to laugh, moving to conjure a large table in the middle of the room, where Zabini floated the pizzas to land carefully and disperse themselves. �And you can handle the muggle world, Zabini. You win.�
That said, he tossed a small bag to the Italian boy, who caught it and tossed it into his pocket with relative ease. �Buck up, Draco, can't be all bad, we'll be playing poker and talking Quidditch all night � what's to complain about?�
�...the seven Gryffindors in the room perhaps?� He glowered slightly, then turned his head away. �Four of which are welcome, four of which are likely to kill me.�
�In poker perhaps.� Lee told him, rolling his eyes. �Honestly, mate, we're here to celebrate. All of us were at the ball last week, and we saw the way Hermione looks at you. If we kill you, she'll kill us � and I don't want to die.�
�Sorry guys, am I late?� Draco's jaw almost fell out of his skull as none other than Neville Longbottom made his way through the open door. As he glanced about, he sighed and closed it behind him. �Of course I am. Typical.�
�BLOODY HELL!� Draco erupted, staring. �What the devil is Longbottom doing here?! I tortured him all through school!�
�Calm down, mate.� Blaise looked exasperated by this point. �I invited him � Longbottom's been helping me with my estate � having troubles with some weird plant disease. Don't you remember? He's the Herbology professor at Hogwarts now.�
�...why would you invite him?�
�Because he knew I would thoroughly enjoy sending you off to marry a lion.� Neville told him, a brow raised. Draco had to do a double-take � the man didn't even stutter once. �...We're not in Hogwarts anymore, I work with Severus, and to be honest, I was a walking disaster in school. I grew out of it during the war � probably watching you save Luna's life.�
�Lovegoode? Yeah...nice girl. Bit batty.�
�She's Longbottom now.� Draco stared a moment, then cracked a grin.
�Your life must be interesting, then. What was it she was always on about, anyway?�
�...I'm still not entirely sure, but it makes her happy � and she is the kindest woman I've ever met. We got married two years ago...she demanded I come here tonight, also � she's over with Hermione at the moment.�
�Alright then, let's get on with it.� George ordered, and the men settled down to drinking, eating pizza, and gambling for hours.
�Oh bugger me!� Nott yelped hours later. They'd moved on from the gambling and into random drinking games, and thanks to Eriko's tutoring her husband, they had been playing Kiku no Hana � and when the tray came his way, the cups were all turned over but one. As the others started cackling, George started pouring the alcohol. He'd changed the rules up a bit, each player getting to choose what alcohol they drank, and while this meant some would get pissed less quickly than others, it also gave them freedom to choose how pissed they got at this point. Nott had made the mistake of choosing the strongest rum they had, and was now downing ten cups of the stuff. Fortunately, he couldn't claim cheating, as they'd put an anti-magic barrier around the tray.
�Alright, we've had our fun...who wants to play Fuzzy Duck?� Harry questioned, smirking. The group was up for it, and as they readied their drinks and then shot glasses, grinning wildly. Within twenty minutes, Draco had a slip of the tongue.
�Duzy fuck?� He blinked a minute, as an uproar surged around the table, laughter and cheers. �Wait. That wasn't right...�
�Drink, Malfoy!� Harry laughed from his left. �And I dunno � does he?�
�I have...no idea.� He told him after finishing the first drink. He blinked as the other stared at him � after a few minutes, George glanced at him from his right, only to find his head slumping forward onto the table. Now the only two left concious, Harry and George nodded, dragging the men to thick sleeping bags scattered around the room. Draco regained conciousness just long enough to drag himself to the couch and pass out properly. Harry smirked over at George as they slumped down into their own sleeping bags, getting comfy.
�The water in the vodka bottle was brilliant.� He commented, shaking his head. �How did you even think of that?�
�I did it back when Eriko and I were first dating, until she demanded I drink rum with her halfway through the game. She said it wasn't fair, the vodka was obviously weaker.� He chuckled. �She beat me, too, the little witch.�
�I'm not surprised, but were you seriously going to take advantage of her?�
�No. Not sober anyway.� Harry started laughing as they closed their eyes. �We had our nice buzz from the lager earlier � and we kept an eye on them while they had their fun, so it's worth it, eh?�
�Very much so � not a single fight to be had...but it's a good thing Lucius set the house elves to brewing up enough hangover potion for everyone in the house. Draco's going to need it come morning...�
Author's Note:

So, written -after- the next chapter...that was Draco's bachelor party. ^-^ I think it went rather well, don't you? All parties are still alive. And yes. Blaise is Italian in my mind. >.< So, on to the bit about the drinking games!

Kiku no Hana: http://zapiper.lgpiper.net/drgames.html#knh

Fuzzy Duck: http://www.webtender.com/handbook/games/fuzzyduck-2.game
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