Several hours and quite a few drinks later, Ginny and Hermione made their way slowly out of the dance club. Ginny was having trouble wiping an intoxicated grin off of her face. Hermione wore an expression of confusion and astonishment.

"I can't believe I got Draco Malfoy's telephone number. I can't believe Draco Malfoy has a telephone!" Hermione told Ginny. She paused for a moment to think what other unbelievable things she could tell her friend about, and finally settled with: "I can't believe I just spent New Year's Eve in a Muggle bar looking like a bloody neon peacock!"

Ginny threw her a drunken grin. "But I like the new Technicolor Hermione!"

Hermione gave her a sullen glare. She would have said more on the subject had not the sudden connection of her foot with the curb and the subsequent ungraceful stumble driven all thoughts of Technicolor peacocks from her head. "Damn," she said, her voice slurred, "I knew I shouldn't have gotten drunk tonight."

Ginny was laughing so hard that she slipped and fell down on Hermione in the process.

"Oof! Get off, Gin! You're squishing that one organ that…the organ that…god, what is it? You don't really need it…"

"Your pancreas?"

"Okay, two things. First off, that is a gland, not an organ, and second I think you need that one." Hermione scrunched her face up and then continued, "Or is that an organ too? Oh well. Whatever you're squishing, it hurts!"

Ginny clumsily rolled over and said, "Okay, okay! Jeez, you're even crabby when you're toe up the floor! …Or should I say pavement?" She started to laugh uproariously at her own joke. "Get it? 'Cause you're drunk…and you fell…onto…the pavement!"

She laughed so hard this time that she let out a sonorous snort. She immediately ceased her laughter. They both started giggling again for several minutes before they could stop.

They eventually got up off the pavement and started back toward Hermione's parents' apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had been kind enough to let the girls borrow it for the winter holidays, since they were going on a second honeymoon to Hawaii. It was a half hour's walk from the Muggle club, and Ginny and Hermione were only about halfway there when suddenly Hermione said loudly, "My spleen!"

"Oh my God!" Ginny yelled in alarm. "What's wrong with your spleen?"

"No no no no no. That's the organ you were squishing earlier."

Ginny stared at her for a moment, then said, "That's not an organ either, you idiot."

Hermione stared right back. "It is too!" she replied, and they both started to laugh again.

An incessant noise broke into Ginny's deep sleep. There were several things that she noticed at once. First, she had an awfully wicked hangover. Second, Hermione was in the next room snoring louder than a fog horn, and thirdly, the phone was ringing.

The small redhead rolled out of the plush bed and stumbled toward the phone. She lifted the receiver and said, "Hello?"

She heard a deep throaty chuckle on the other end and someone said, "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Or should I say, good afternoon?"

Ginny's eyes widened and she said, "What time is it?!"

"Well, it's about three in the afternoon."

"Eeek! …Eh, screw it. Wait…hold the phone…"

"That's what I'm doing."

Ginny slapped her forehead at her horrid pun. "Who is this?"

"Ouch, Violet. That hurts. I didn't think that I'd be forgotten that easily."

"Well then you obviously aren't aware that I have a ferocious hangover," Ginny mumbled, still trying to figure out who she was talking to. Why was this bloke calling her Violet? Suddenly the whole night rushed back to her in a millisecond. "Oh! Hey Blaise! Sorry, was in the midst of a temporary lapse in memory. Too much drink is my prognosis."

Blaise laughed again and said, "Well, then at least you have a decent excuse. How are you faring?"

She groaned loudly. "I feel like someone stuffed my head full of fireworks and lit the fuse."

"Luckily for you, I know the perfect remedy," said Blaise in a sage tone of voice. "Go have yourself a stiff drink, put your feet up for a few hours, and spend the evening dancing the night away with a handsome chap."

Ginny grinned into the telephone and said innocently, "Now where would I find such a bloke?"

"Well," said the charming Slytherin in a sly tone, "You might be able to find one tonight at the Comet around…oh, say…eight thirty?"

"Hmm. But I can't just desert my friend to fend for herself while she suffers from the same malady."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd be able to find at least two formidable gentlemen, probably lounging by the bar. That's where I would lounge."

Ginny laughed in genuine amusement. "Well, I will just have to go and see if such chaps exist, won't I?"

She heard Blaise's deep throaty chuckle again. "Yes, you most definitely should. Well Violet, until we meet again, I bid you farewell."

"Bye, Blaise." Ginny hung up the phone and grinned from ear to ear. "Hermione!" she screeched.

She heard a loud groan, and then a muffled response. "For the love of Merlin, why are you waking me up right now?"

The little red-head waltzed into her friend's room and said, "Because, you lazy slag, we have some hot dates tonight!"

All of a sudden, a large, bushy, black-and-blue-and-green blob shot out from under the covers.

"What!"