Chapter 5: Chapter 4 – Birthday Party

"It's going to be so fucking awesome." Terry was saying excitedly as we perched on the banister on the first floor, looking down at the ground floor below. "Did Sirius say how much drink he'd got exactly?" 

"Not exactly, but he did say 'a fuck ton, sweetheart, so don't you even think about going home that night.'" 

"Oh, hell yeah!" 

Terry and I grinned at each other. The customers around us and below us milled about enthusiastically, chattering and messing around and filling up their baskets. The occasional whoop or explosion of laughter reached our ears; I spotted Fred leading a small group of employees down one of the aisles with a clipboard, pointing out things on the shelves with his quill then taking notes. 

"Where's Bushy?" I asked Terry as we swung our legs. 

Terry shrugged. "I haven't seen him. Not since stock take this morning." 

"Hmm." I said. "Sus. Should we go find him?" 

"Hold on." Terry said, his eyes locked on someone below. I followed his gaze and sniggered as a thirteen year old got hoisted into the air by his ankle by one of our displays. "Okay, now we can go."

The past few days were spent working the shop floor - well, more like Terry and I using our products to prank the customers and our coworkers - and excitedly discussing Sirius's party that he was throwing me and Harry. Our eighteenth was tomorrow, and our godfather had snatched the job of party planning and ran with it. One of the perks of your godfather's giant house in London being freed from the Fidelius Charm. 

All of my friends - and I mean ALL of them - from Hogwarts and the Order had been invited, and Emily had enthusiastically taken up the job of decorating. And while she'd been doing that, Sirius had been purchasing every type of alcohol known to witches and wizards. 

"AND I heard he picked up some Muggle ones too." Terry was babbling as we wandered the aisles in search of the other Weasley twin. "Like, pure vodka apparently, and tequila, whatever that is. We're gonna get absolutely fucking hammered, Softpaw!" 

"Sometimes I swear you two are alcoholics." I said, thinking of Sirius's fondness of Firewhiskey and Terry's eagerness to party. 

"No, we're banter-holics." Terry said. "He's not up here, and he's not down there either 'cuz we'd have seen him. Is he taking a nap or something?" 

I snickered. "Let's go scare him!" 

And so the two of us crept up the stairs to our flat, giggling and shoving each other. We unlocked the door, shushing each other loudly as we entered the living room. 

"Uhh..." 

Terry and I exchanged a glance as we heard the muffled groan. 

"Is he sick?" I said, my mischievousness replaced with concern. "Oh, Godric, I feel bad now." 

"Should we see if he's okay?" Terry glanced towards mine and the twins' bedroom door. 

"Yeah - jeez, he doesn't sound too good -" 

I pushed open the door, and my eyes widened. George jumped, trying to hide the laptop, but I saw a split second of the screen and heard a whimpered moan before he slammed the lid on it; his hard-on was covered a second later by the blanket. 

I smirked. George's face was bright red, and Terry was cackling childishly behind me. I stifled a laugh; Terry's laughter was always contagious due to how silly it was. 

"Oh, Georgie. Did you feel left out?" I purred. "You just had to go dig out the surveillance footage, huh?" 

"Yo, was he watching -" 

"Yeah, Hopper," My smirk widened as George flushed a deeper shade, "my boyfriend was watching the shop camera footage of my other boyfriend fucking me against the shelves and wanking off to it, it seems." 

"That's kinda hot -" 

I tried to ignore Terry, tilting my head to the side and stifling another laugh. My face was screwed up with the effort of not snorting. 

"What a horny lad George is." I said, raising an eyebrow slowly at the redhead. "He just can't help himself." 

"Go away, Hopper." George groaned, burying his face in his hands. "And either go away as well, Softpaw, or come in here and suck me off." 

I grinned. 

"You've only got five minutes until we have to take over from Red to train the new hires." Terry warned me. "Better make it count. I WILL be banging on that door at three on the dot." 

I rolled my eyes, stepping into the room and shutting the door in his face. "THANKS, Hopper... now," I turned to George, who was lowering the blanket bashfully, "I heard someone wants my mouth..." 

~~~ 

"WOOOO!" 

I slid down the stairs in my cardboard box, steering desperately around the sharp corners. Grimmauld Place was hiving with people, many of which were crowded around the landings and at the bottom of the stairs, cheering me on as I raced Ron, Neville, Lee, and Suzanne. We all cackled and giggled hysterically as we shot down the magically smoothed stairs, which had formed a slide, and the crowd whooped and applauded as I shot into the group at the bottom; I was hauled up by Ginny, who raised my fist into the air with her own. 

"The winner of the great slide race!" She cheered, and the crowd cheered louder. 

"Alright, who's next?" I yelled. "Bet none of you fuckers can beat my time!" 

There was a great clamouring, and I grinned as I slipped away through the throng into the kitchen. Sirius was sending drinks gliding through the air towards people with his wand, and he grinned at me as I approached. 

"You having fun, sweetheart?" 

"So much, Sirius, thanks for all this!" I beamed. He drew me into a side-hug, waving his wand to make three beer bottles leap off the shelf and fly through the air towards Harry, Kylie, and Dobby. "Er - should he be -?" 

"He'll be fine, he's a hardy elf." Sirius waved away my concern. "Listen, sweetheart, I wanted to ask you something. Emily and I finally set a date for our wedding - Terry and Draco's engagement gave us the inspiration we needed. It's two years from now, we wouldn't want to steal any of their glory, that's the last thing we'd want -" 

But I was squealing. "Oh my Godric! That's so cool! I'm so excited - fuck -" 

Sirius grinned again. "I'm pleased, Daisy. I was going to ask you and Harry to be our maid of honour and best man." 

I blinked, shook. "Oh - oh my Godric. Yes, of course! No worries!" 

"James and Lily were going to be our best man and maid of honour." Sirius said, his voice lower. There was a sad smile on his face now, and I rested a hand on his arm gently. "We're going to leave two seats empty for them and have a little corner with a candle for them at the reception, along with Moony. If that's okay with you and your brother, of course." 

"Obviously it is." I said, smiling at him. "Don't be silly." 

"Thank you, sweetheart." Sirius said softly, then his voice raised back to normal. "And you go tell Terry and Draco that Emily and I will be attending; we got that little save-the-date card last night." 

I saluted him and turned to join Fred, George, Terry, and Draco at the snack table, when Sirius tugged on the back of my dress. I glanced back quizzically. 

"Here - I'm proud of the woman you've become. Just so you know." 

My chest squeezed. Sirius was smiling down at me with a type of fondness I'd never seen on Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon's faces, regardless of how much they liked me. 

"You and Harry - you mean everything to me and Em. You've grown into a beautiful, smart, brave young woman, and I know your mum and dad are looking down on you thinking the exact same thing I'm thinking." 

I blinked furiously; Soppy Sirius always made me tear up. "T-Thanks." I said, my voice strained. "You're gonna make me cry at my own birthday party, though, mate." 

"Sorry." Sirius grinned again. "Here, take a Firewhiskey. And, sweetheart," I laughed as he handed me a glass, "I love you." 

"Love you too, Pads." I raised the glass at him with a grin, taking a long sip as I made my way through the crowded kitchen towards my best friends. 

It didn't take long for us all to get very, very tipsy, maybe even drunk. It was like the engagement party all over again, but less refined and more banterful. Terry and I whooped as we swung from the chandeliers; I grinded against Fred and George in the drawing room as Dirty Mind and Touchin On My by 3OH!3 played at full volume; we all sniggered and hooted as we sat in a circle in one of the upstairs bedrooms, playing the ouija board. 

For some reason, the hairs on the back of my neck were raising as the board spelled out 'Terry Boot is a slutty twink.' Terry and Draco were sniggering loudly as the twins smirked at each other. 

My eyes drifted towards the window as I sensed movement outside, and my heart stopped. I caught a glimpse of a painfully familiar face, and I jumped to my feet. 

"Daze, it's not real, it was Draco, it's okay." Harry tried to reassure me, his voice slurring slightly. He was grinning too wide. He was definitely drunk. 

"It actually wasn't." Draco shrugged. "But I agree with the assessment." 

"Hey!" Terry slapped his arm. 

But I was still staring out of the window. The face had vanished. But I swore I'd seen it. 

"Hey, princess, you okay?" George said right next to my ear. I flinched. 

"I'm - I'm - yeah." I said weakly, slowly dropping back onto my knees in the circle. 

"Er - let's change the game, guys." George suggested, sitting in between me and Fred, his voice slurring too. 

Across the circle, Terry smirked. "Ooohh, yeah. Like Spin the Bottle!" 

"Er - maybe not -" 

"Oh, come on, Harry, let us live!" 

"Alright, okay." Harry grinned widely, and I shook my head at him. 

We all took it in turns to spin the Firewhiskey bottle that Fred and George had emptied (probably why they were both so drunk now) and we all giggled at the two partiers that were made to kiss. 

Blaise's landed on Percy, who looked shocked, and I whooped loudly as the Slytherin smirked, reaching out for the redhead, and planting a huge smooch on his lips. The two didn't separate immediately, and the twins' eyes widened. 

"My go!" Theo reached out for the bottle, spinning it roughly. It span for nearly a minute, during which time we all chortled waiting for it to finish - it landed on me, and I burst out laughing. 

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"Hmm." I giggled, sending a sideways glance at the twins as Theo reached out for me; the two were glaring at the curly-haired boy as his lips descended on mine. I could taste the alcohol on Theo's tongue as he slipped it into my mouth; suddenly, the two of us were yanked apart as I snorted. Fred pulled me back onto my cushion; his glare had deepened. 

Neville span the bottle, and it landed on me again. At this point, after steadily sipping away at a combination of Firewhiskey, tequila, and several cocktails all night, I was pretty drunk myself; I giggled hysterically as I crawled over to Neville, planting my lips on his as the nervous boy held me gently. His hand cupped my face softly, and our lips moved together slowly. I teased at his bottom lip with my tongue, and when I drew back, Neville's face had completely flushed. 

The twins' faces were mutinous as I sat back down on my cushion, grinning. Ron took his go; miraculously, it landed on me again. 

"Someone's rigged this!" Harry exploded, glaring too. We all, except for the twins, roared with laughter back at him. 

I perched myself on Ron's lap, lowering my face to his. Ron was gazing up at me like all of his dreams had just come true; I giggled softly to myself then enveloped his lips in mine, kissing him passionately. Ron's hands drifted down my back, down, down, as his tongue swept along my bottom lip... down to - 

"Oi!" 

"Enough!"

Someone else's arms had wrapped around my body and lifted me effortlessly off Ron. I laughed as Fred staggered back, dropping me back in my place. I giggled quietly to myself as the circle went around, finally getting a break as the bottle landed on other people. I felt the twins' furious eyes on me the whole time, and I snorted as Terry's landed on Fred. 

"Go on, then." I indicated Terry, waggling my eyebrows at Fred. Fred smirked, gesturing at Terry, and my Ravenclaw friend got up, stumbling towards us. Fred tugged him down into his lap, and immediately his lips were on Terry's. 

A few seconds later, they parted. Terry reluctantly moved off of Fred's lap, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks pink. I shook my head at him, mouthing, 'Slut!', and Terry shivered in delight. 

"Let's make it Seven Minutes in Heaven!" He said, way too enthusiastically, and Draco shot a joking glare at him across the circle. 

"Alright!" I crowed, reaching out for the bottle, and spinning it hard. It landed on Cormac, whose eyes lit up like a child at a funfair. 

"Er - no chance!" Fred said loudly as George's arm slipped around my waist possessively. But Terry reached out for the bottle, turning it so that it pointed directly in between the twins. 

Cormac frowned. 

"Okay, let's go, boys!" I giggled, staggering up and reaching out for Fred and George's hands. The two's expressions had brightened considerably, and they took my hands without complaint. 

I led them up to one of the upstairs bedrooms, stumbling up the stairs and hoisting each other up. I was guided backwards into the room as Fred kissed me sloppily, and George shut the door, performing a locking spell. I was pushed back onto the bed, gasping as I tasted the Firewhiskey that Fred had been drinking as his tongue swept around my mouth. 

His hands pinned mine to the mattress beneath me. I squirmed underneath him as his tongue flicked teasingly against mine, his crotch grinding against my core. George staggered over to us, his eyes dark and his panting breaths smelling strongly of alcohol. 

"Look at her, Georgie." Fred slurred as he sat up, grinning lazily. "Look at her, dressed like such a dirty little slut for us. This dress barely covers anything, eh?" 

"Oh, yeah..." George leaned in, and I sucked in a gasp of air as his hand glided up my inner thigh. "Our dirty girl... all spread out and willing for us..." 

"Bet she wants us to fuck her good." 

"Bet she wants us to make her scream our names." 

"She's going to have to work for it, though. Aren't you, kitten?" 

Fred was smirking at me. George was staring lustfully, his pupils blown. They were both so close, I could smell their intoxication on their breath, and I was breathing it in, breathing in their breath, all three of us exchanging the inebriation inside us. 

"What do you want me to do, sirs?" I batted my eyelashes up at them, and George swore. Fred's smirk dropped, and he moved closer, his hand landing on my other thigh. 

"First of all," He purred deeply, "you're only to call ME sir. Got that?" 

"Mmm, yes, sir." I shivered. 

"I'm your superior, not George, baby girl..." 

"Are you implying I'm beneath you?" I cocked an eyebrow at Fred, who smirked again. "Sir?" I added. 

"Correct." Fred's hand drifted up my thigh, and I jumped as his fingers toyed with the waistband of my knickers under my dress. "You are beneath me, and you're going to be for the rest of the night..." 

"You're going off track, sir." I told him, trying not to moan as George slowly pushed my dress up around my hips. "You're so drunk - didn't you want me to do something - work for -" 

"Oh, yeah." Fred said suddenly. "I want you to get on your knees and pleasure us." 

"Hmm." I bit my lip. "Okay, sir..." 

I slid off the bed, crouching on my knees before the two. They exchanged a drunken grin, before their hands drifted down simultaneously to their buckles. I leaned in eagerly, sticking my tongue out, and the twins laughed. 

"Oh, look at her, Georgie. She's so desperate." 

"What a desperate little slut for our dicks, huh?" 

"Mmm, please!" I whimpered, reaching out for them. Their jeans dropped to the floor at the same time, and I descended on them, licking them both like lollipops, alternating between them, whining and squeezing my thighs together as I tasted them. 

"That's right, kitten, lick me all up... take my dick in your pretty throat..." 

"Ah, fuck, kitten... that's good... that feels so good..." 

I sank down on Fred, who groaned, bracing himself against the bedpost. I felt him hit the back of my throat, and I bobbed my head on him desperately, jerking George off as I went. I lowered my head more, feeling Fred scraping my throat as I took him deeper, and I whimpered as I felt him throb on my tongue. 

"That's right... fucking take it, little kitten..." Fred swept my hair up in a messy ponytail and thrust, hard. I choked on him as he slid all the way into my mouth, filling up my throat; my hand fell limply from George as Fred fucked my face, using me as I just tried to not fall over or gag. 

Then I felt George move; crouching on the floor behind me, his hands moved up, pushing my dress out of the way, and I was so wet that he just slid into me with no problem. I moaned on Fred's dick, and Fred groaned loudly in response, rocking his hips into my face. 

George pulled my hips back towards him, forcing my face into Fred's crotch more, and I whimpered desperately as the two fucked me from both ends, George stuffing me and sliding against my g-spot with each thrust. 

I braced my hands on Fred's thighs as George slammed into me, groaning deeply. "Fuck, princess, take it... take it..." 

I ground my ass back against him, swallowing around Fred. Fred pulled my hair hard, hissing. 

"You feel so good around me, princess... you're so tight and wet and - and WARM..." 

George's dirty talk was making me even wetter, the alcohol was fogging my brain and blissing me out, and it didn't take long before I was falling over the edge, moaning around Fred and my hole clenching tight around George. 

"I'm gonna give you my babies -" 

George's hips were stuttering against my ass; I barely registered anything that was happening as I came down from my high. 

"Gonna - gonna - Fred, can I please - please, mate -" 

Fred's hips stalled against my face. "Not yet, Georgie, get out of her." 

"But please, I'm gonna blow -" 

"Patience is a vir-virture - virt- ugh, fuck if I know, I can't think straight right now. But no, you're waiting until I let you, so get out." 

"PLEASEEE -" George's strained groan was loud beside my ear, and I felt him throbbing inside me. 

"Get out, now, or else I might not ever let you come in her." 

"Ugh!" George slid out of me; I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he moved beside me, wanking off furiously. 

"Yeah, that's right." Fred smirked above me, and I felt him throbbing too. "I'm the boss. Aren't I, kitten?" 

He slid slowly out of my throat, and I coughed. I panted, unaware that he wanted me to answer him. Fred's darkened eyes were glinting at me, and he reached for my chin, tilting my face up to him firmly. 

"Aren't I, kitten?" He repeated lowly. I shuddered. 

"Yes, sir." I said roughly, my throat raw. 

"That's right, that's right... and you're gonna swallow my load, aren't you, little kitten?" 

Fred's dark tone of voice, probably influenced by the alcohol in his system, was making me squirm on my knees. 

"Yes, sir..." I purred. Fred's eyebrows furrowed, and suddenly his hands were back in my hair, forcing me down on him. I gagged, the unexpected intrusion of my throat making me swallow furiously around him. 

Fred groaned long and deep, and with a few thrusts, he was shooting thick ropes into the back of my throat. It flooded my mouth, and I moaned as I tasted him across my tongue. 

Fred slipped out of my mouth and eyed me, face full of desire. "Swallow, you dirty little slut." 

I gulped, shivering as I felt the thick warm liquid sliding down my throat. Fred's eyes were glued on me. He'd left a strong aftertaste in my mouth; salty and alcoholic. 

"Princess... show me your tits..." 

I bit my lip in delight as George moved in front of me now, jerking off sloppily. I pulled the top of my dress down, showing him my lacy bra and round breasts; George swore, groaning, and a second later I was bathed in his essence. 

"Fuck, baby, you're so hot..." 

I staggered up, dress not even on me properly anymore, hair wildly messy, and a trickle of either drool or come down from the left corner of my mouth. I collapsed on the bed, and the twins joined me, curling up on either side of me. 

And not even a minute later, we'd all passed out on top of each other. 

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