And We Went to the Beach Disco

The speakers blared some obscure hippity hop song at top volume. It was a Saturday night and I was at a beach disco in a neighboring town with my girls Courteni, Merdie, and Marlene. The room was overheated and the air was thick with sweat and the scent of booze. I was borderline drunk myself having pre-gamed it up a bit before leaving the house.

We met up with a couple of the boys from our Hogwarts days, you know the so-called second rate characters that everyone loves but don’t get much attention? Yeah, those boys. Amongst the ragtag group was the boy whose name I can’t remember-- Something Flannigan or whatever, Dean Thomas, Oliver Wood, and, my personal favorite, Neville Longbottom.

Okay, I may have been a Slytherin when we were at school and still rep my house to this day but these Gryffindor boys knew how to party. They could get crunk like no other and weren’t afraid to show it. It was harmless and it was fun. Plus, the way I see it, they made it possible for us to be at the disco being drunken fools-- they did help save the wizarding world after all.

I vaguely remember Merdie eyeing Neville but that could be the alcohol talking. She may have been, he was three years younger than her, totally her type. They may have ended up going home at the end of the night, or, at the very least, disappeared into one of the dark areas shaded by the lack of light. The details are sort of jumbled together. Once again, could be the alcohol messing with my mind.

What I do remember is the group of us crowded around a high bar table, taking shots of tequila. Except for Marlene. She wasn’t much of a drinker. Poor kid. Wish I had thought to spike her apple juice. Would have been great to see a drunk!Marlene. Note to self: next time we do a girl’s night, get Marlene hammered.

Back to the story, we were drinking and those of us that weren’t already drunk were at least buzzed or well on our way there. The music was blaring and we were ready to dance. A Kelly Clarkson song is starting up and I know it’s time to bust a move. As the group of us makes our way to the dance floor the music comes to a halting stop mid-song.

Draco Malfoy has arrived and he looks pissed. I may have been in his house back in school but I always thought he was a pansy ass child hiding behind daddy’s money and influence. I secretly cheered when I heard that Granger girl slugged him. Go, girl, go.

Anyway, Draco was dressed to the nines in a pair of black silk harem pants topped off with a silver sparkled blazer. He always was quite the snappy dresser when he wanted to be. Personally I would’ve paired the blazer with a pair of dark skinnies but to each his own, I suppose.

“I am Lady Gaga.”

The entire room is stunned. with Draco’s admission. I mean, it made perfect sense-- the flair for the dramatics, the blonde hair, and even the random outbursts. As I was getting ready to bow to His Ladyship, the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, popped out of nowhere and slammed a Snickers bar in Draco Gaga’s mouth.

“You just aren’t yourself when you’re hungry, Draco. Let’s go home.” With that said Harry turned to us, apologized for his honey bear’s behavior, and left. Courteni was flabbergasted, her schoolgirl crush was bumping uglies with Wah-Wah Malfoy. Poor girl. You know, rumor had it he was thisclose to becoming engaged to a certain redhead, Miss Ginny Weasley. Well, I guess that rumor has been debunked.

I turned to Dean who was fast becoming my drinking best friend and proclaimed, “I need some vodka. Flag the bartender.”

And then we drank. After all, after an experience like that who would want to be sober by the end of the night? Not I, for sure.