The Weird Night

I was searching through Hermione's copy of the Daily Prophet when I came across the article. The Weird Sisters were in town this weekend. What a grand opportunity to get loose! I can finally let my hair down! Be the Ron Weasley nobody knows! Mosh pit, here I come! I had to convince Harry, but that wouldn't be too hard. The difficult task was going to be persuading Hermione. A bookworm, brainiac like her wouldn't be turned into a hard rocker easily. It'd take a great deal of cunning from a person who knew her well, knew where her weak spots lay. And no one knew her better than me! I already had an advantage! I've turned Hermione out more times than Harry and Draco put together. Hermione, seriously, had turned into an all-out Hogwarts slut. It's not like I mind though; I mean the sex is good.

"Hey guys, look at this. The Weird Sisters are in town this weekend. What'd you reckon?"

"What do we reckon, what, Ron?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"He means we should go, Hermione." Harry piped in.

"So, can I count you in mate?" I asked him. It wasn't like Harry to want to let it all hang out either. Come to think of it, both Hermione and Harry were squares.

"Yeah sure. What about you Hermione?"

"Oh I guess so. It'd go good with my slut image wouldn't it? All right, count me in too."

"Count us in four." Fred and George had just approached the trio.

"Uh, don't you mean three?"

"Oh yeah, three, whatever. So you guys want to get into the mosh pit? Well you know you're not going without us right?"

"Um, you guys sound...forgive me for saying this, but hung over."

"Well..." Fred grew an exceptionally evil grin on his face, "we had a bit of a bad run in with some Firewhisky last night, let's just say that." *An evil grin from George this time*

Since it was Christmas, it wasn't hard to get the tickets. We asked Professor Dumbledore to buy them while he went to get his new cloaks from Madam Malkin's. He was, surprisingly, all for it.

"I am in total support of your attempt to 'spice up' your holiday. I will purchase your Weird Sisters tickets while I am in Diagon Alley."

This was going to be the best Christmas ever. Now all I had to do was ask mom and dad to stay at Hogwarts over the vacation. Well the excuse came to me right away of course. Tell mum and dad Hermione wanted another go with me, and she says it'll take the whole break. Mom sucked it up of course, though she was apprehensive. I sent Pig back to the Burrow, and mum sent Errol back.

Dear Ron,

Are you sure you want to risk your Head Boyship like that? Oh well, you know best. The whole vacation? Are you sure that much sex is healthy? Well, your father and I have decided to go visit Bill and Fleur in Egypt anyway. Have fun and we'll see you during Easter all right? Have fun and be safe Ronniekins! Oh, and say hello to Harry and Hermione for me.

Love Always,

Your mother

"That was easy." I said to Harry and Hermione when I read the letter to them. Dumbledore came through with the tickets. The concert was going to be in - get this - the Quidditch World Cup Stadium; a 100,000 stadium for the Weird Sisters. That was indeed, Weird! (Corny but hey, we'll forgive and forget right?) That evening at lunch, the topic of conversation among our circle of friends (i.e. myself, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George) was the concert and transportation.

"Are we taking a portkey?" Fred asked.

"Nah, some overage wizard would have to set it up for us," I answered.

"How about a portkey?" George asked.

"George, you and Fred should really lay off the Firewhisky."

"We could take the Knight Bus," Harry proposed next.

"Yeah, I guess we could do that. All right, we meet in the common room at 6:00 sharp." It was going to be the best night of my entire life. I just had to make sure I didn't overdose on Firewhisky like Fred and George; I'd never be able to handle it.

Finally, the big day (or the big night, rather. Or no, the night hadn't arrived...ah forget it.) had arrived. We went down to breakfast and met Fred, George, and Ginny. Fred and George were eating bacon and eggs, and Ginny was stuffing a piece of toast into her mouth.

"You guys ready for a wild night?" I asked them, rubbing my hands together.

"Ron, get a grip," Fred said, yawning.

The morning went by, quickly changing into afternoon, then evening. I, of course, wasn't paying much attention in any of my classes; even if I wasn't going to the concert I probably wouldn't've, it was Friday for God sakes. It was finally here!

"MOSH PIT HERE I COME!" I shouted as I walked Harry, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny down to catch the Knight Bus.

"Ron, the most pit isn't welcoming you, you can SHUT UP now," Hermione said angrily. What was her problem? I guess it was another girl thing I'll never understand. Not that I want to, it's too damn hard to figure out girls. Too much thinking power on a tired brain. Anyway, when we reached the front of the castle near where the carriages drop us off, I...only looked around. I had no idea to get this friggin' bus to come.

"Um...anyone know how to call this bus?"

"I do," Harry finally said, sticking out his right arm. There was the biggest BANG I've ever heard and the Knight Bus appeared in front of us.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus..."

"Who the hell are you?" I asked this teenage monstrosity.

"I'm getting to that you red-haired freak, let me finish! Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we'll take you anywhere you want to go. My name is STAN SHUNPIKE - happy now you little weasel? - And I will be your conductor this evening."

How did he know I was a weasel? Wait, I'm not a weasel! Ah, whatever. After about forty-five minutes we finally arrived at the Quidditch World Cup Stadium. It was as huge as it was during the Quidditch World Cup. Well duh! As I was saying, we finally arrived at the Quidditch World Cup Stadium. Thousands of people were heading toward the entrances, sporting all types of Weird Sisters' gear. The Muggle dressing was extraordinary. I saw girls wearing Weird Sister shirts, black leather skirts, fishnet tights and black knee-high leather boots.

"This is so awesome," I said looking around.

"Can it already, will you?" Harry spat.

"Leave me alone Harry, I'm having fun! I've got an idea, why don't we get souvenirs?"

"I guess so. And we can get some Firewhisky, right George?" Fred said with that expert evil grin.

"OH no, you guys aren't having anymore firewhisky. Mom would kill you," Ginny said. My jaw almost dropped, I'd completely forgotten she was there! She was so quiet, especially around us fifth years .We made our way into the Stadium, but found our seats first (Hermione insisted, ugh!). The pit looked so welcoming, I couldn't wait for the moshing to start! We were in a perfect spot to smash some people up, and maybe if I got a bad enough cut, I'd get Muggle stitches like dad did! I might just be drunk enough to do that. When I finally got to the souvenir stands (they all made me go alone) I bought a glow light and a poster. The glow light was the coolest thing I'd ever seen in my life! One of the Weird Sisters must be Muggle-born. Or as Draco would call them, Mudbloods. I'm glad his ass isn't here.

"Finally! They're coming out!" It seemed like we'd been waiting hours.

"Wow! This is awesome! Wait, did I just say awesome? I need to get drunk," Fred screamed over the crowd and the Weird Sisters emerged.

"Haha, this is cool!" Harry screamed a little while later as he crowd-surfed toward the stage. When he reached it one of the wizard guards caught him as he was coming down and that was the last they saw of Harry for a while. Ginny wasn't crowd-surfing, but she was slightly moshing with the rest of us. Fred and George had of course disappeared a long time ago. I suspected they were sneaking off to get a couple Firewhiskies.

The night was wild and crazy before The Weird Sisters emerged onto the stage for the finale. Harry had returned from wherever he went, and Fred and George were no longer MIA. They did, however, did seem a little tipsy than they did when they left; I, myself, was suspicious, but Ginny was too into her groove thang (again, corny) to scold them.

"WOHOO!" I screamed as we made our back out to the spot where we departed the Knight Bus.

"Honestly, Ron. You're giving me a headache," Hermione said. It was more of a whine than a statement.

"Me too, Ron," Harry whimpered.

"Will you shut up? Why can't I have fun after the BEST NIGHT EVER?"

"If you don't cut it out I'll cast an Unforgivable Curse on you. And no, I don't care if it's illegal," Fred said irritably.

"All right, all right, you make your point. But wasn't tonight awesome?"

"Yes, Ron, it was. But it was weird too. Tonight was a very weird night."