The next morning, Charlee woke up to the sound of two people arguing outside her bedroom. She frowned, and as she listened into the argument – it wasn't exactly eavesdropping, considering that you didn't have to be completely silent to hear every word of it.
“Oh grow up Ronald! Just because Draco and his father were completely bastards does not mean that Scorpius is too-”
“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure of that Hermione?!”
“Have you seen him? Have you had a proper conversation with him?”
“No, and I don't really want to!”
“Well, if you did, you'd find out that he is a real gentleman!”
“Unlike me, right?”
“Oh Ronald, please don't start-”
“Why not, Hermione? Why not?!”
“Because it is our niece's wedding tomorrow – you need to be in a good mood-”
“I am in a good mood!” Charlee heard a soft chuckle from behind her, and turned over to see Rose listening into the argument attentively. Rose looked at her, and shrugged.
“Let me guess – you told them about you and Scorpius?” Rose nodded.
“Mum doesn't mind – Dad on the other hand...” she shook her head. Charlee nodded.
“How did Arthur take it?”
“He was okay with it – it's obvious that Scorpius is nothing like Lucius and Draco.” Charlee smiled.
“At least Scorp won't be completely shunted.” Rose grinned, and they both laughed, which woke up Lily, who was also sharing a room with them.
“What time is it?” Lily mum bled, running a hand across her pale face, and through her mousy brown hair. Rose leaned over her bed, and checked her alarm clock.
“Half nine.” Lily let out a loud groan, and threw herself back down onto her camp bed, chucking her pillow over her head. Charlee looked at Rose; Rose looked at Charlee. They both shrugged. Teenagers these days.
An hour later, and both girls were downstairs in the kitchen, helping Mrs Weasley, Hermione, Audrey, Molly, Roxy and Dom with the cooking, and preparing of food. Some Muggles were attending the wedding, so Molly had insisted that everything should be done the Muggle way. Which left Molly, Rose, Roxy and Dom clueless on what to do.
“This is like the time when Dad tried to show me how to use a fely-tone-”
“A telephone.” Charlee corrected Rose, taking the cake batter off her, and started to whisk it herself. Rose nodded, leaning against the counter, as she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Yeah. That.” Charlee rolled her eyes and laughed, as Louis came into the kitchen. For once, his hands were book-less.
“Need any help?” he asked. Charlee and Rose looked at each other – when Mrs Weasley had mentioned the words 'cooking' and 'kitchen' every guy in the household had split from the room, each making up their own, individual excuses. “I'm allergic to Molly.” had been Fred's excuse.
“Why, um, yes. Yes, Louis, we could always use an extra hand. Could you assist Molly-”
“What Fred said.” Louis said simply, before he walked out of the door. Molly, blushing a furious red, whipping back around to the sandwiches she was making. Charlee put a hand up to her mouth to stop any giggles escaping.
Just then, Victoire entered the kitchen. She was dressed in a pale blue dress, and would look positively angelic – if she wasn't red in the face, and had a stressed look about her.
“Could all the girls please go upstairs to my bedroom – we're trying on the dresses.” and with a flip of her hair, she was out of the kitchen door, and was approaching everyone who was standing around the gazebo.
Charlee put down the bowl, and the wooden spoon, and took off her apron, brushing the flour off her. She then took off out of the other door, heading up the two flights of stairs, and turned left into Victoire's bedroom.
Inside, Lily, and a few of Victoire's close friends, were stood by the small fireplace on the opposite wall to the door. Charlee walked up to stand beside Lily, Rose, Molly, Roxy and Dom following her. Finally, Victoire entered the room, Lily and Fleur, Victoire's mother, following in her wake.
“The bridesmaid dresses are over there-” Victoire pointed to the right hand side of the wardrobe in the corner.
“Charlee, your dress is there-” she pointed to the right hand door of the wardrobe.
“Milly, Layla, you're dresses are there-” she pointed to the right hand side of the wardrobe.
“And my dress is there...” she trailed off, gazing at the long, blue, unopened package that was hanging from the left hand door. She walked up to it, and gently unhooked it off, before walking out of the room towards the bathroom, Fleur following behind her.
“I'm guessing that we're changing in here?” Roxy spoke up, glancing around. Everyone nodded, and walked towards the wardrobe.
“Here's your dress, Charlee-” Milly, one of Victoire's two best friends, said, holding out the pink package. Charlee thanked her, and took it, walking across the room to the corner, where she undressed.
Once in her underwear, she unzipped the package. Inside was a hot pink tube-top dress. Charlee frowned as she looked at it. It was certainly blinding.
Charlee glanced up at everyone else. Rose was already in her pale pink dress, looking gorgeous as ever...apart from the fact that it clashed so badly with her hair, it was almost as painful to look at as it was looking at Charlee's dress.
Sighing, Charlee unzipped the back, and slid it on, doing it back up again. She ran a hand through her hair, and stepped towards the full length mirror, which everyone was gathered around.
“Oh God...why did Victoire go and get us this colour dress?” moaned Roxanne, whose dark red hair just looked wrong with the shade of pink she was wearing. Charlee glanced at Rose; she looked sick.
“I can't believe she's making me wear this.” complained Rose, as she walked over to Charlee, looking her up at down.
“At least you don't look to bad.” at this comment, all eyes were on Charlee.
“It doesn't suit me-”
“You haven't even looked in the mirror!” Dom grabbed Charlee, and shoved her in front of it.
Charlee's eyes widened. She...actually didn't look that bad. The hot pink colour went well with her dark brown hair – and even went with her moss green eyes, making them stand out.
Charlee twisted her body to the side. She had to say it-
“Woah! You're boobs look great!” Then again, maybe Dom could say it for her.
“Well, at least you get a cute dress, Charlee.” said Rose, touching the end of Charlee's dress, which fell to just below her knees.
“You all look good.” Charlee said, turning around, and looking at them all. She was being truthful, too. Sure, the pink of Rose's dress may clash with her hair – but it suited the curve of her figure, and her pale skin. Same went for Roxy, who had darker skin – but also, a slightly darker dress.
Suddenly, the door burst open from behind the group, and Victoire stepped inside.
She looked stunning.
Her dress was a pure white tube-top, but instead of being fairly short like Charlee's, it flowed out, down to the floor, sparkling jewels making the material glitter with each step Victoire took. It hugged her body perfectly, and made her startling blue eyes stand out.
“You look gorgeous, cuz.” said Roxy, smiling. Everyone murmured their agreements.
“Teddy will be stunned to silence when he sees you.” Charlee said. Victoire looked at Charlee, and their eyes met. Suddenly, Victoire's lips curled upwards, and she flung herself at Charlee, hugging her tightly.
“Thank you. That means a lot.” Charlee smiled slightly, and patted her back awkwardly.
“No...problem...” she said, gasping for air.
Finally, Victoire let go, and stood back, admiring everyone.
“You all look beautiful!” said Victoire, clapping her hands together, and grin on her face.
“I think we might just be ready for the wedding.” Everyone grinned back, and most let out a sigh of relief; she was finally in a good mood.
“Okay guys – well, everyone be ready in the hall for five o'clock – a limo will be picking us up to take us to the Hen Night venue at five past.” A chorus of 'woop's' echoed around the room, before everyone laughed, and proceeded to get changed, and get back to work on the food, and the gazebo.
At five o'clock, Charlee, along with Rose, Dom, Molly and Roxy, were in the downstairs hallway, waiting for Victoire, Milly, Layla, Lily, and Lucy.
“Where do you think we'll be going?” asked Molly. Roxy shrugged.
“Probably to some country house to play a good ol' game of checkers.” muttered Dom in response. She had been getting rattier as each second ticked by – Dom hated surprises.
“Cheer up, Dommy!” sang out a voice from behind them. Everyone turned around, and spotted Victoire, with Layla and Milly behind her. She grinned, and peered out of the window.
“Limo's here. Let's go.” Victoire skipped out of the door. Shrugging, Charlee and everyone else followed her outside.
“Hey Vickie – how did you get a limo here? I mean, surely...” Roxy gestured behind them back to the house.
“Yeah – and where are Lily and Lucy?” asked Dom. Victoire laughed, as a man wearing a black suit, and dark shades pulled the door of the shiny, white limousine open. She got inside, and crouched down, as she walked all the way down to the back seat.
“Well,” she started, as the last person – Rose – climbed in, and the door shut.
“Grandpa Arthur is going to wipe the drivers memory of where we live when he drives us back. And Lily, and Lucy aren't allowed to go where we're going-”
“Which is where, exactly?” Dom asked, raising an immaculately plucked blonde eyebrow at her sister. Victoire grinned, and tapped her nose.
“Wait, and see, sis. Wait and see...”
Half an hour later, they pulled up outside a building. It was tall, and grey. Those were the first words that came to mind when Charlee climbed out of the limo. At the front of the building, there was a plaque, but it was so dirty, you couldn't read what it said.
“Well, we're here!” chimed out Victoire in a sing-song voice. Dom raised an eyebrow, and turned to look at her.
“Did you nick some of Nana Molly's cooking sherry?” Victoire raised an eyebrow back at her.
“What are you implying?” Dom smirked, and shrugged.
“Nothing.” she then turned on her heel, and marched into the dark threshold.
“Uhm...Victoire?” asked Molly, looking over the building with an unimpressed glare.
“Yeah?” Victoire replied, handing her coat to the man who was waiting at the desk.
“Upstairs, m'dam.” the man murmured. Victoire smiled, and started up the stairs.
“What is this place?”
“This place...” Victoire reached the top of the stairs, and turned the handle. She pushed open the door.
“Is Club Wiz.”
Charlee's mouth popped open, as she took in the scene around her.
Music was blaring loudly from speakers that were placed either side a DJ deck, which was playing all on it's own. A disco ball that glittered all around the room whirled around on the ceiling. Underneath it, on the glittering dance floor, hundreds of bodies moved together, dancing to the beat of the music.
“A club?” whispered Dom, awed.
“On top of a grubby restaurant?” Roxy followed.
“That no Muggle would dare set foot in...” trailed off Charlee.
“It's an ingenious idea!” finished Rose. Victoire nodded, grinning.
“I thought you'd all like it. Now – let's dance!” Victoire grabbed Dom and Charlee's arms, and dragged them out onto the packed dance floor.
At first, Charlee found it a bit uncomfortable. Immediately, bodies started grinding against her, hushed whispers flowing in and out of her ears, hands groping any piece of available flesh.
“It's a bit...” Rose's eyes searched around the dance floor, as if looking for the words. “Meaty, don't you think?” Charlee nodded in agreement.
“Drinks?” Rose nodded, and Charlee grabbed her arm, pulling her through the moving bodies towards the bar. Behind it, a young man - about nineteen, or so – was cleaning a beer glass.
When the two of them approached, he put down the glass and cloth, and leant with his elbows on the bar.
“What can I get for you two?” he asked, as they both slid onto stools. Charlee wiped sweat from her forehead. They'd only been here – what, five minutes? And she was already sweating like a pig.
“Two firewhiskeys.” said someone from behind her. Charlee turned around to see Dom standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever. Charlee smirked slightly, as she saw the bartender's eyebrows shoot up.
“Um...uh...y-yeah. Two firewhiskeys...” he gulped, obviously mentally shaking himself. “And anything for you?” Dom sat down on the stool on Charlee's right, looking down at her perfectly manicured nails.
“A gin and tonic for me, please.” she winked at him, and he grinned back nervously, before he turned around, and bent down, looking in the mini fridge under the bar. Dom leaned over the bar, looking at his butt.
“A fine piece of meat here...” she murmured, her eyes looking him up and down. When he turned back around, she sank back into her chair. He smiled slightly at Charlee as he passed her and Rose their firewhiskey's, before he turned to Dom, and handed her the gin and tonic. He opened his mouth to talk, when-
“Dom.” Dom said, smiling up at him. “My name's Dom. And you're...” she squinted at his name tag.
“Eli.” Dom looked up at him, smiling.
“Nice to meet you, Eli.” Eli grinned.
“The pleasure's all mine, Miss Dom.” Charlee raised her eyebrows at Rose. Rose wriggled hers back.
“Let's go dance!” Rose grabbed Charlee's arm, and pulled her back onto the dance floor. Charlee swigged her bottle of firewhiskey, letting it burn in the back of her throat. Now this was a Hen Night.
Just then, Roxanne danced over, her red hair glowing as it flowed down her shoulders.
“Anyone seen Dom?” She shouted over the music that was still thumping out of the speakers. Charlee nodded her head over to the bar, where Dom still was, chatting up Eli.
“Aaah,” Roxy nodded knowingly. “She's scored?” Rose nodded, and Roxy laughed.
“Always does! Molly's over there, trying to chat up that dude.” Charlee looked over to the corner, where Roxy was pointing. Sure enough, Molly had a guy trapped between her and the wall.
“A bit old for her, isn't he?” Roxy nodded, taking a sip from her butterbeer bottle.
“Yeah – hey! Imagine if they actually hit it off – what would Aunt Audrey say?” Charlee and Rose cracked up laughing. Roxy grinned, and ran a hand through her hair.
“Well, this Hen Night seems to be pretty neat, huh? And here I was, thinking Victoire was a stuck up old cow?” Charlee and Rose chuckled hesitantly, afraid that Victoire would hear, and would become the stuck up old cow she usually was.
“What are the boys doing?” Roxy shrugged.
“Hanging around The Burrow, I think. Probably playing Wizard Chess or something.” Charlee and Rose laughed again, and took off back into the centre of the dance floor.
“Knight to C-four.” Albus said confidently.
“Checkmate.”Hugo said, using his queen to knock Albus' king over.
“But nothing, mate – that's Wizard Chess.” Hugo said, smirking proudly. Albus rolled his eyes, but cracked a small smile. Ron had taught Hugo everything he knew about Wizard Chess, and Harry had done the same to Albus. Naturally, Hugo always won.
“Ted?” Teddy looked up at Fred.
“When does the Stag Do start?” Albus checked the wall clock: it was ten past ten.
“This is the Stag Do.” Albus raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Fred looked appalled. He shot up, stamping over to Teddy.
“Do you know what the girls are doing? They're out clubbing! They got to the club in a limousine! And what are we doing? We're playing bloody Wizard Chess! C'mon – let's have some fun! We have the whole house to ourselves – let's get some booze, get some strippers-”
“No. Just...no.” Teddy shook his head, looking appalled.
“Teddy! This is your last chance to get a good strip tease!”
“Victoire gives fine ones, thanks.”
“Eurgh. Just...eurgh. Don't say that out loud. Ever again. Just...eurgh.” Louis shuddered; he looked like he was about to be sick. Teddy blushed red.
“Let's get some drinks.” he murmured. A cheer went around the room. Fred looked gleeful.
“We'll show you what a real Stag Do should be like!”
“I wanna call Scorpius...” Rose mumbled, hiccuping. “I feel ill.” an unhappy look spread across her face. Victoire rolled her eyes, finishing the last of the wine in her glass.
“Rose, you'll be fine – we're only staying here for another half an hour or so.” She said, hit the bar with her knuckles for another drink.
“Oh where's the damn bartender?” she grumbled. Her good mood had decreased rapidly since the afternoon. Charlee looked over her shoulder to the corner. Dom and Eli were all over each other. She didn't think Victoire would be getting served any time soon.
“Vickie...I feel sick...” moaned Rose, clutching her stomach. Charlee looked at her; she did look rather pale.
“Victoire, I'm taking her to the t-oh!” Rose had just thrown up all over the counter. She groaned, wiping her mouth – before more came out. Charlee grabbed Rose's arm, and pulled her round the crowded dance floor, and out of the door, hurrying towards the toilet.
“Charlee...I want Scorpius...” she moaned, as Charlee opened the toilet door, and pushed Rose inside, pulling her into a cubicle. Rose got down onto her knees, and Charlee scooped her hair into her hands, holding it back, as Rose vomited again.
It then went very quiet. All Charlee could hear was her and Rose's breaths.
Finally, Rose sat down onto the sticky, and grubby looking floor, running a hand across her face.
“Are you finished?” Charlee asked quietly. Rose nodded, and Charlee put the seat down, and flushed the toilet, before she got down on the floor next to her best friend.
“Now this is what I call a Stag Do!” crowed out Fred, as he danced on top of the kitchen table, music blaring out from the small radio in the living room. James jumped onto the table too, joining in on the crazy dance that was taking place. Teddy watched them from his chair in the corner, as he quietly sipped a butterbeer. Albus frowned, and walked over to him, and plopped himself down into the chair next to him.
“Hi,” he said, taking a swig of his pumpkin juice. Teddy nodded at him, still sipping his butterbeer.
“I really shouldn't have told them about Arthur's stash of firewhiskey is the bottom cupboard, hey?” Albus nodded, chucking.
“But hey – they're having fun, so...” he trailed off, shrugging. He glanced at the kitchen clock; it was nearly one o'clock. The time seemed to have flown by.
“Hey! Guys! I have an idea!” roared Scorpius from the doorway, hiccuping, as he took a swig of his fire whiskey. And here, Albus had been thinking that he was the uptight, snotty one – the one that wouldn't go completely off his head, and act very much like James and Fred, who were still dancing on the table.
“What is it?” yelled Fred over the loud music. Scorpius grinned, and held up his now empty fire whiskey bottle.
“Truth...or dare!” Teddy shot up, shaking his head.
“No...no, no, no. Do you remember what happened last time?!” he looked at Albus, then Fred, then James, then Louis.
“Yeah – but mate! The girls aren't here, are they?” pointed out Fred, jumping off the table. There was a murmur of agreement that went around the room.
“And it's better than those two prancing around like ballerina's on Nana Molly's furniture, isn't it?” murmured Albus in Teddy's ear. Teddy frowned, then nodded.
“Alright – let's have a game of that-” a loud cheer echoed around the room.
“BUT!” Teddy held up his hand, silencing everyone.
“But there is a limit to what kind of questions are asked – nothing too personal.” Everyone rolled their eyes, before they paraded into the living room.
“Charlee,” Rose whispered, looking at her best friend. Charlee looked down at her.
“Yeah?” Rose smiled, and hugged her.
“I love you. Ya know that?” she frowned, her vision becoming unfocused and blurry.
“You're always...there for me. Ya know? Like...like...like now. I mean...you're here. And...and everyone's out there...and you...you're just here...for me...yeah? Ya get what I mean?” Rose slumped against her best friend, and kissed her cheek.
“I love you, my bestest ever friend! I looooove yooooooou!” she waved a hand in the air, before she slumped back against Charlee. Charlee laughed, and started stroking Rose's hair. Rose smiled.
“I love you too, Rosie. C'mon – let's get you outside; you look like you could do with some fresh air.”
“Teddy! Teddy! It's your turn!” cheered Fred. “Okay – truth...or dare?” Teddy chuckled; he was much more laid back now, than he had been earlier. It was probably because he'd changed his butterbeer to fire whiskey; if everyone else was going to get wasted, he might as well join them; it was his Stag Do, after all.
“Truth.” He said confidentially. Yes, he may have been slowly but surely getting drunk; it didn't mean that he was going to do any stupid dare they would throw at him – and they were stupid. That was why Albus was naked, and Hugo was wearing Molly's bra and knickers...again.
“Okay, okay – I've got a good one.” Scorpius cleared his throat, and looked directly at Teddy.
“Who...was your first ever crush?” Teddy chuckled, and took a swig of his drink.
“That's easy – when I was eleven, I had a pretty big crush on Ginny.”
Albus felt sick. Had Teddy just said that?
“Are you serious, mate? That's my mum!” James yelled. Everyone laughed.
“Hey! I was eleven! I got over her ages ago, when I fell in love with Victoire-”
“Okay, that's enough! I don't want to hear any more about my sister!” said Louis, covering his ears with his hands. Albus chuckled.
“It's your turn Scorpius.” said Fred. “Truth or dare?” Scorpius cocked his head to the side, looking out of the window, a frown on his face.
“Truth.” he said finally.
“Okay- I've got one.” said Albus, grinning.
“Who was the first girl you kissed?” Fred groaned.
“That's a crap question! I'll change it: who was the first girl you ever dated?”
Scorpius frowned, as he finished his tenth – of fourteenth – bottle of fire whiskey.
“Who was the first girl I ever dated?” he chuckled, smiling at the memory.
“Oh, that's easy. She's also the first girl I ever kissed.” he looked at Albus.
“First girl I ever dated and ever kissed was Charlee Moore.”
Charlee heaved Rose up into a standing position, and draped her arm over her shoulder's, before she slid her own arm around Rose's wait.
“Let's go and find Dom – she'll know what to do.” Charlee pulled open the cubicle door, and walked straight into the one person she wanted to find: Dom.
Dom looked at the two of them, before she held out something in her hand; there was a noise coming out of it, like...like someone shouting.
“What is it?” Charlee asked, frowning at the small mobile on Dom's hand. Dom put it in her hand, before she took Rose off her.
“It's...it's Albus...for you...” she trailed off, looking confused, before she turned around, and puled Rose out of the toilets.
Charlee frowned down at the phone, and, hesitantly, put it to her ear.
“Hello?” The phone went silent. She frowned, and cleared her throat.
“How could you?” Albus' voice was clear, and normal...till the last word, where his voice cracked. Charlee could hear sobbing.
“Wh...what? I'm sorry, I don't...what?”
“How could you?! How could you, Charlee?!” she could definitely hear sobbing now.
“Albus, baby, what's wrong? What have I done-”
“You know what you did! You know it!” More sobs, and sniffs. Charlee looked around the deserted toilets, feeling bewildered, and very confused.
“Al, I don't – I really don't know what I've-”
“It's over.” His voice was quiet, and Charlee frowned – had he just said that, or were her ears playing tricks on her?
She must have had too many fire whiskey's.
“It's over, Charlee. Have a nice life.”
The phone went dead.
A/N: Oh dear... I guess everyone hates me now, right? And before anyone asks – yeah. Charlee and Albus have broken up :/ It's not the fact that you've had too many fire whiskey's.
I feel really mean now >.< I'm not gonna ask if anyone thinks I've done the right thing or not – since the obvious answer will be “No! I hate you! I hate you like Snape hates shampoo!”
Gahh – can anyone forgive me?
Sooo...please rate and review, even if you hate this chapter as much as Harry hates Voldemort :L Hopefully things will get a little cheerier, since the next chapter is indeed the Wedding! XD
Shout Out: A big shout out to kit aka lollypop! You have been reviewing right from the start, and I always look forward to reading your thoughts on the story so far (:
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