Endless Summer

Endless Summer

"Nice place."

Fred and George entered the Crossing Point, a glamorous Muggle dance club. They looked around interestedly, because it was their first time in a Muggle club. George poked Fred slightly as he said this. "Come on, Fred. Don't pay too much attention to them," he glanced furtively at the sexy-looking girls on the dance floor. "Angelina would go berserk if she saw you." Fred muttered something that sounded like 'spoilsport' and they headed to their friends' table.

They recognized Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson talking animatedly to each other. Fred rubbed his hands together. "My girlfriend's looking good." George rolled his eyes and waved at the girls. Angelina's face lit up when she saw Fred and she grinned at him. George kissed Katie on the cheek and gave her a small, prettily wrapped box.

"Happy birthday."

Katie giggled. "Thank you." She tilted her head slightly. "Shall we go dance?"

George looked at her up and down. Her curly brown hair was loosened and she was wearing an icy-blue spaghetti-strapped dress. He placed a hand on her shoulder and winked deviously. "How can I resist?" Katie let out another giggle and they went to the dance floor. Fred watched them go and turned to Angelina, who was looking at him expectantly. Fred almost burst out laughing when he realized what she was wearing. A simple, long-sleeved brown blouse and black jeans. It was not surprising - Angelina came from a pureblood family. Her hair was also tied up into a long ponytail.

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

Fred shook his head. "No, it's just... Angelina, did Katie tell you about Muggle clubs?"

Angelina shrugged. "No, is that a big deal?" There was an impatient expression on her face.

"No, not really," he lied. "I'm going to talk to George about something. You sit here and wait for me."

She raised an eyebrow at him but he ignored her and joined George on the dance floor. But he made sure he was out of his brother and friends' eye view. He surveyed around for an attractive girl he could dance with. Finally, he found one. She was a Señorita, with long curly black hair that reached up to her waist, brown eyes and best of all, Really Short Capri Pants and Sexy Black Tanktop. He smoothed his red hair and went up to her, putting on his best charming smile.

"Hello, there," he said, his voice smooth and unwavered. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing here, all alone?"

The beautiful Señorita glanced up at him, and smiled. It was a really beautiful smile that sent fireworks exploding in Fred's mind. She twirled a strand of her curly dark hair and flirtatiously replied, "I'm not alone anymore, right?" She gave him a meaningful look. She loves me already, Fred thought, grinning from ear to ear.

"Is your name more beautiful than yourself?"

She placed a finger on her cheek. "Maybe... does Rosalinda sounds pretty to you?"

Fred took her hand. "Mmhmm, as pretty as a red rose. Let's dance."

They reached the dance floor and he put his arms on her waist, and she placed her arms around his neck. They danced for a while, and she said, "You're a wonderful dancer."

"I've always known that, Rosalinda." Fred winked.

She placed a hand on his cheek and pulled him closer to her. "Would you like to do something else tonight?"

"He'd love to, but he has to attend to me."

Meep.

Fred immediately released Rosalinda and turned to face Angelina, who looked absolutely furious. "Is this your girlfriend?" Rosalinda asked, her voice incredulous. "Does she know where she is?" Rosalinda gave Angelina a disgusted look. "You have bad taste in clothes."

"At least I don't dress up as a slut," Angelina replied in a clipped voice.

"Hey... no fighting, girls." Fred grinned lopsidedly. "I'm always available."

"Shut up, you bastard," and with that, she gave him a hard slap then stormed off.

Fred turned to Rosalinda. "So... what were you planning to do tonight?"

She smiled seductively.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny sat on their places at the dining table. Harry and Ron were looking at each other uncomfortably. Both were rather reluctant to eat the food that the girls had prepared for them. Ron remembered Hagrid telling Ginny that he would help her with any recipe if she needed one, and thought about the avocado that blew up last summer. "Are you sure you want to eat this?" Ron whispered to Harry, making sure that his voice was unheard.

Hermione, who had sharp hearing, heard this, and threw Ron the most dangerous look. Ron immediately subsided, throwing Harry a meaningful glance that meant, "Let's bail." Hermione coughed loudly and Luna came out from the kitchen carrying the drinks she had just made on a tray.

"Luna, make sure you don't drop them this time," said Hermione bossily.

"I am sure I can control gravity well now, Hermione," said Luna, her voice dreamier than ever when she saw Ron. Ginny sniggered uncontrollably, her hands nearly hitting the glass of orange juice in front of her. Hermione threw Ginny a disapproving look before glaring again at Ron. Harry was staring moodily at his steak, his left hand holding the fork. Once Luna had finished, she sat down comfortably between the boys.

Ginny and Hermione looked at each other.

"All right, let's eat!" said Luna, raising her knife.

But nobody ate.

"What is it?" Hermione asked irritably. "Is Luna's fish earrings more edible than the steak?"

With a bemused manner, Luna placed a hand on her fish earrings. "Oh, my - I didn't know you people had earring fetish."

Harry began cutting up his steak. "I'll try it, Luna," he said kindly. "I'm sure it tastes good."

His best friend's eyes practically bulged. "Harry! Are you sure?" he exclaimed. "People like her might blow you up!"

Luna looked slightly disappointed, and Harry threw Ron a glare. "I'll eat it. I'm sure it tastes good," he repeated. I hope, he silently added to himself. He began eating it, chewing it for some time, a neutral expression on his face. They watched him with bated breaths.

"Well?" Hermione demanded.

"It's... really good!" Harry grinned at Luna. "Very well done, Luna."

Luna flushed with success. Hermione glared at Harry. Ginny smiled at Luna. Ron merely grunted and tried his steak. He, too, was surprised at how tasty it was. "This is good."

"Not you too!" Hermione groaned.

"Seriously, though," he continued. "Even my mum can't make a steak as delicious as this."

She looked even furious at this. "Well, try this!" she pushed forward the bowl that contained mash potatoes. It looked more like mashed dirt. Even Harry was wincing when he saw it. "I made it using my mother's best recipe!"

"What did you put in it?" Ron asked cautiously. "Germs? Saliva? Dragon dung?"

Hermione gritted her teeth. "Try it."

Ron gingerly scooped some and put it in his mouth. "Hermione - it tastes nothing."

"What?!"

"Now you've done it, Ronnie-kins," Ginny hissed.

"I am being serious! It doesn't taste anything!"

"Of course it doesn't," said Luna, grinning. "You have to understand, Ronald, Hermione is new at cooking."

"I'm not the only one! You were putting odd ingredients in the steak!"

They received gasps of horror from the boys.

"What d'you mean by that?" Luna was utterly perplexed. "Well, at least I don't make tasteless mashed potatoes."

Hermione grabbed some mashed potatoes in her hands and splattered it all over Luna's front. "How do you like that?"

Luna laughed and threw a cherry pie at her. It hit Hermione right on the face. "Oh, you look fantastic, Hermione!"

Even Hermione had to laugh at this. "At least I'm not Mrs. Potato."

Ginny threw them a hurt look. "I want to join the food fight too!" She flipped her spoon and some chocolate ice cream hit Luna's dirty blond hair. She then picked up a slice of cherry pie and aimed at Luna again. But as the cherry pie hurtled towards Luna's face, the girl managed to duck, and it hit Ron, who was about to run to the living room to find safety.

"GINNY!"

He took the hot steak, wincing slightly, and threw it at Ginny, only to hit Hermione. "OW!" she exclaimed. "Ron, that was hot!"

"Sorry, 'Mione - "

A cherry pie hit him on the face, covering it with cherry jam. Ron looked up to see Harry with a Very Evil expression, sniggering as he pointed at Ron's face. Ron could've sworn that Harry almost looked like Voldemort. Meanwhile, Ginny was placing a hand on Harry's shoulder, laughing helplessly. Ron turned to Hermione, who was also laughing, but there was a strange, strained expression on her face. Well, at least Harry looks a bit happier now, Ron thought, brushing away a suspicious feeling that was suddenly coming over him.

Then Luna let out the loudest, craziest laugh he had ever heard and smacked Harry's face with a pie. "That's revenge for Ronald, you!" she said with a mischievous air.

Harry chortled as he tackled Luna on the ground, tickling her, while she laughed uncontrollably. Ginny put her hands on her hips and whined, "I want to join!" And she began tickling both Harry and Luna on the floor.

Ron laughed until his insides hurt. "Oh God... why don't you just have a threesome already. Get a room!" He glanced at Hermione, who was watching them stonily. "'Mione?" Without even looking at him, she turned away and ran out of the room.

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