I couldn't believe I'd actually been talked into this. Forced into it, really. Hermione and Ginny had shown up early to get ready with me, helping me pick out an outfit. I hated to admit it, but it was sort of fun getting dressed up and laughing with my friends.
The three of us were dressed, make up on, and hair done, right as it was nearing 10 P.M. We headed downstairs, my mother smiling in delight when she got a look at us all done up and the reluctant smile on my face.
"Come into the kitchen," She beckoned, leading the way. Set up on the kitchen island were a few bottles, some juices, glasses, and shot glasses.
"Shall we take a shot before the boys show up?" Hermione asked mischievously, waggling her eyebrows at us.
"Oh, I am game." Ginny said, not even hesitating to line up three shot glasses and grab one of the bottles.
"You set this up for us?" I asked my mother in surprise.
"Well, you are of drinking age and I never got to throw a birthday party for you when you turned eighteen since you were at school." My mother shrugged, smiling at me. "Try to have fun tonight, okay?"
"Okay, mum." I said softly, giving her a small smile and a kiss on the cheek as Ginny hollered at me to come take my shot.
We had gotten two rounds of shots in before the doorbell rang. I left my friends in the kitchen to go answer the door, swinging it open to find a tense Blaise standing there.
"Well don't you look dashing." I smiled at him.
"And you've begun drinking." Blaise replied, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh, Blaise, Blaise, Blaise, always knowing me too well." I chuckled, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into the house.
I led him into the kitchen where Hermione and Ginny still were, feeling an air of light tension fall over the four of us.
"Blaise." Ginny said, giving him a small nod.
"Good evening." Blaise said politely, looking over the both of them.
"Well, let's take a shot." Hermione said with a roll of her eyes, clearly wanting to break any tension and just have fun.
"Another?" I asked, "Shouldn't we wait for the others?"
"Others?" Blaise whispered in my ear, but then a shot glass was being thrust at him and Ginny, Hermione, and I were all laughing and taking our shot, Blaise raising an eyebrow at me with his raised glass.
"Oh, take the damn shot, Zabini!" I exclaimed. Blaise just rolled his eyes at me, suppressing a smile, before he downed his shot and replaced the glass on the counter.
"Number four?" Ginny asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"That was your third shot?" Blaise asked with a chuckle.
"I'm not a lightweight anyway, don't you worry, Blaisey." I said, flashing him a smile. The sounding of the doorbell rang throughout the house once again, but this time my mother answered it.
"Sorry we're a little late, blame Ron." Harry mumbled when him and Ron had appeared in the kitchen, Ginny happily bounding into Harry's arms.
"Why you always gotta blame me, mate?" Ron grumbled.
"Because you're always late!" Harry said pointedly.
"You are." Hermione said with a small smile as she sidled up to Ron and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Gemma." Ron nodded from beside Hermione, while Harry stepped forward to give me a brief side hug. I hadn't seen either of them since the Battle of Hogwarts.
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Fanfiction"You. Are. Mine." Gemma Brooks was a Slytherin in her sixth year at Hogwarts doing what any other student was doing: just trying to get through and do well in school. But unlike the other students, Gemma had a secret involving a certain blonde and...
