Iridescent

⚡️Harry⚡️

Harry stood, amused by the crowd, at his bar, a cocktail of firewhiskey and butterbeer in his hand.  He sipped it slowly watching his drunk friends on the dance floor.  Truth be told he kind of hated all the parties.  But it wasn't up to him, he just paid for the rent of one room in this tiny apartment.  Ginny Weasley was the real hand behind the reins.  She thought it would be a great idea to celebrate the death of Voldemort, by throwing a huge party the night Harry killed him.  But the one party turned into a dozen others, until almost every day swarms of people crowded the place, drinks in hand, dancing to muggle music. Looking down Harry realised he had finished his cocktail.  Frowning he sidled over to the kitchen to put his glass atop the bench.  As soon as they saw him, a swarm of witches rushed over to him giggling.  "Hey handsome!" Said a pretty blonde.  "Do you wanna get it on, because I do?" She said putting her arms around his neck.  "My rooms just down the hall," she winked at him.  "Um, I'm not, I don't-"
" 'Arry Potter! Apporté moi chez toi, s'il te plaît!!!" 
"Umm, I don't speak-" once again Harry was abruptly cut off by the French woman.  Only this time she was rather forcibly pressing her lips against his.  Harry squirmed and writhed trying to escape, but the girl had a firm grip.  BANG! The girl flew across the room.  Harry turned to see Ginny, wand drawn and aimed at the girl.  "Ya wanna go mate!?" She screamed with fury, charging towards the girl.  The two girls were a blaze of colours as they shot spells back and forwards at each other.  The crowd on the other hand, were oblivious to the duel as they chanted along to some muggle song.  "Now I'm at an all time low-low-l-l-l-low-low-low-low-low-low-low-l-l-l-low-low..."  Just as soon as it started, another girl was clinging off his arm, trying to drag him away from the crowd.  "Releashio!"He pointed his wand at her hand, and she immediately let go.  She wailed in a drunken manner as Harry walked away from her.  But he was only pursued by more hormonal women in very skimpy outfits.  They screamed his name and tore at his robes.  Seeing no alternative, Harry ran out the door and downstairs.  Ron was at the party so hopefully his door was unlocked, waiting for him to arrive home wasted.  He ran down the hall, girls hot on his heels.  15, 16, 17, just a little further.  20, 21, he shoved the door opened but the blonde witch was faster than the rest.  She tried to pry the door open, but Harry used all his weight to close it.  It finally slammed shut.  He could hear her wailing, wasted out of her mind, without a wand.  She wouldn't be getting in any time soon.  Harry turned around in victory, but his features quickly changed from triumph to shock at what he saw next...