[3rd]

Most of the Weasley lot, Harry, Draco, and Lee Jordan were all lounging comfortably on the armchairs and couches of The Burrow's sitting room. The evening breeze was settling in. They were lazily enjoying the last few hours of 2000.

Harry had his head on Draco's lap, Ron and Hermione were cuddling on one of the armchairs. They watched George, Angelina, Ginny, Charlie, and Lee sitting on the floor wrapped in layers of blankets, playing Exploding Snap.

Ginny shot out her hand and jabbed one of the cards with her wand. "And that's another point for Ginerva Weasley!" She cheered.

Charlie laughed and ruffled Ginny's hair.

"Remember how you used to lose all the time and cry?" George said. "Good old days..."

Angelina packed up the cards and summoned more mugs of hot chocolate.

"Hey, you know what? I just realized there's a whole lot of quidditch players in this room." Ginny chirped.

"Oh yeah," Ron replied lazily, his voice half-muffled by Hermione's bushy brown hair.

Harry pushed himself off Draco's lap and sat up. He looked at his ex-wife mischievously. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Who's up for three-on-three?"

Enthusiastic agreements were shared across the room.

"Nah, not for me," Charlie said. "Haven't been on a broom for ages. I'll ref though."

"Not to mention your favorite commentator's here," Lee stood up, stretched, and revealed fourteen perfect white teeth with a dashing smile.

Half of the people in the room punched him in the arm.

Draco piped up. "I've got a quidditch tent back home. I can go get it if you want," he said.

The Weasleys goggled at him. Harry and Hermione looked puzzled. "What?"

"Seriously? You've got a quidditch tent?!" Ron yelled incredulously.

"Obviously, we should've friended you much earlier," Ginny joked.

"What's a quidditch tent?" Harry asked.

"Probably the best thing to own in the field of quidditch!" George jumped to his feet. "And mind you, that's including your Firebolt, Harry."

"'S a quidditch pitch in a tent. Probably worth ten times your Firebolt," Charlie explained.

"D'you guys want it or not?" Draco laughed.

Five minutes after all of them practically shoving Harry and Draco into their fireplace, they emerged back from it, Harry carrying his Firebolt and Draco his Nimbus 2001 and a tent.

The others had already apparated to and back to get their brooms. Together, they trudged out to the chilly New Year's Eve breeze, chatting and laughing to The Burrow's backyard.

Hermione pointed her wand at the limp-looking tent they had spread out on the ground. "Erecto!"

The tent rose and set itself upright, the entrance flaps flapping graciously to the light wind.

The lot clambered inside. A massive quidditch pitch the same size as Hogwarts' stood gleaming in front of them, the three goal posts on either side perched tall and proud. The stadium surrounding it could've held at least three hundred people.

"Sweet! It even has a score-keeper!" yelled Lee Jordan, already running up to the commentator's podium. Hermione and Charlie took seats on the right of the commentator megaphone. Lee tapped it enthusiastically with his wand and the feedback was so loud all of them glared and George conjured a pillow to throw at him.

"Sorry, sorry, my bad!" he grinned, pulling off the pillow from his face.

Harry, Draco, Ron, Ginny, Angelina, and George stood in the middle of the pitch.

"How do we decide teams?"

"I s'ppose we can draw wands," Angelina suggested.

They used Hermione and Charlie's wands so that they wouldn't be familiar with them. Ginny triplicated both of the wands and stuffed all of them into a pouch.

"Pick a wand, pick a wand, no backsies, laddies!" Lee sang.

Harry, Ron, and Draco got Hermoine's, and Ginny, Angelina, and George got Charlie's.

"Thank Merlin those two are on the same team," Ron said, gesturing to Harry and Draco. "Or else this would be the dirtiest game in history." They all laughed and the two of them didn't deny it.

"Admit it, you were going to seduce me in the middle of the game if we were on different teams, weren't you?" Harry teased under his breath to Draco.

"You only know that because you were planning on doing that, too," Draco whispered back.

"And people can hear you," Ron said loudly. "Seriously, one of these days I'll vomit for real..."

The two of them blushed as everyone laughed.

"How does three-on-three work?" Draco asked. "I've never played before."

"No bludgers and snitches," George said, tossing and catching the quaffle. "Two chasers and a keeper. First team to get 150 points wins."

On one side of the pitch, Harry was huddled with Draco and Ron.

"Well, obviously, Ron's keeper so Draco and I are chasers," Harry said.

"I call captain!" Draco and Ron yelled together.

They stared at each other. "Well, this is awkward," Harry said.

Meanwhile, on the other side-

"So Ginny's chaser, I'm chaser, that just leaves you with keeper. You okay with that, Georgie?"

"We need a kick-arse team name," George said.

"George! Focus!" Ginny said fiercely.

"Calm down, woman! Yes, of course I'm fine with keeper, I have awesome reflexes from fleeing McGonagall for seven years..."

"All right, teams!" Lee shouted through the megaphone. "Captains, have you decided on team names yet?"

Ginny nodded reluctantly. "Unfortunately, we have. Will you do the honors, George?"

"Greetings, fellow players!" He boomed immediately. "Behold! Amazing Racers who Soar Eternally! Arse, if you will! Literally kick-arse!"

The megaphone roared with laughter and Ginny and Angelina looked extremely beat.

Lee swiveled his head. "Aaaand over there! Team name!"

"Seriously Prime Entrants of the World... Spew for short," Draco mumbled sheepishly while Harry and Ron doubled over with laughter. "Sorry, Hermione..."

"That's not funny!" they heard Hermione shout into the megaphone that she snatched from Lee.

Charlie slipped down from the stadium and walked onto the pitch. "Captains, shake hands!"

Draco and Ginny shook hands and he swallowed at the fiery glaze in her eyes.

"Mount your brooms!" Charlie shouted. "One... two... three!"

The whistle blew and the six of them kicked off hard from the ground. It felt wonderful to fly again, but it was also weird to Harry that he didn't start circling the pitch to look for the snitch.

"Arse in possession, Weasley has the quaffle! Weasley dives, Weasley passes to Weasley, Weasley aims- Weasley saves!"

"Jordan!" Hermione yelled at him in a fashion very similar to professor McGonagall's.

"Aye, fine, I'll use first names but that loses the kick," Lee said into the microphone.

"And now Harry has the quaffle! Harry dives- Oh! Ginny snatches the quaffle, Ginny passes- Ah! Spew now in possession, Draco swerves, Draco aims- SPEW SCORES!"

"That's my boyfriend!" Harry yelled as Draco did a victory lap for exactly one audience.

He flew down to peck Harry on the lips.

"And that was the disgusting display of totally uncalled-for affection, everybody!" Lee announced into the speaker.

"Arse in possession, Ginny has the quaffle, and- ouch! Ginny fends off Harry, that must've hurt- Ginny aims- ARSE SCORES!"

"Sorry!" Ginny called out.

"Episkey!" Harry yelled at his own bloodied nose.

"Penalty to Spew!" Charlie roared.

Harry aimed with all his chaser ability he could muster.

"SPEW SCORES! Spew in possession, Harry dives low- oh heck, that's one hell of a dive! Harry ducks Angelina, Harry's close, come one Spew- GINNY RETRIEVES THE QUAFFLE! Arse in possession, Ginny passes, Angelina aims- ARSE SCORES!"

The game progressed and Spew ended up losing by 80 points. "Eh, would've thought that anyway, who are we kidding, Gin's a professional..." Ron said cheerfully as they trailed back the snowy pavement back to The Burrow. The sky was positively dark now, stars were glittering above.

All of the players were sweating and rosy but beaming happily. The whole lot clambered back into the enlarged dining room and Mrs. Weasley came out of the kitchen door.

"Playing quidditch in this weather, oh, look at you! You're sweating your heads off; Merlin knows you'll all come down with a sore throat..."

"Don't worry, Mum," Ron said with a little effort as Mrs. Weasley was mopping his head fiercely with a towel. "We used Draco's quidditch tent!"

Mrs. Weasley stopped. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Very well then, go change into something else before the fireworks start..."

Harry dried himself off and did the same for Draco. They both pulled back on their Weasley jumpers and wrapped bundles of scarves tightly around their necks.

It was ten minutes to midnight. Everyone in The Burrow was squeezing out of the front door to the backyard, where George, Ron, and Lee were preparing the fireworks.

"Worked our arses off this time, this lot," George said proudly, gesturing to the ginormous basket of Weasley fireworks.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Mr. Weasley called from behind.

The wind was nipping at their cheeks, everyone seemed to be blushing. They lit a fire in the middle of the yard and all sixteen people huddled around it merrily, little Victoire in Fleur's arms.

"And... ten!"

"Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

Everybody threw their hands up and cheered. "Happy New Year!"

The fireworks boomed and shot into the air, emitting golden and silver sparks spelling the words Happy 2001.

Harry and Draco kissed and their arms were wrapped around each other.

"Happy New Year, Draco."

"Happy New Year, Harry."

Lee Jordan complained loudly that nearly everyone around him was kissing. Charlie laughed his head off when Lee grabbed a very startled Ginny and planted an enormous kiss on her cheek.

"I'm surprised that they didn't use any puns or swear words," Harry said to Draco, his arm around his shoulder.

"You should be," said Hermione's voice behind them. "Look."

There was now a rainbow shower of colored sparks in the night sky, sporting the words: HAPPY SAPPY GAY YEAR!

"Should I be offended?" Harry asked, laughing.

"No," said Ron, appearing beside them.

As Draco's arm tightened around his hips, all his friends and family by his side with HAVE A CRAPPY NEW YEAR written stylishly in the sky, he snuggled closer to Draco, smiling happily, looking forward to the year to come.