A/N: I wrote this as part of a longer, currently unfinished and unpublished story, before deciding on a less bad, sneakier and less cliché way of achieving the same result. It might be confusing without the context so there is some context at the very end of this page if you'd like to read it before continuing.

Bree wasn't entirely sure when she had decided it would be a good idea for them all to consume copious amounts of Firewhiskey and muggle liquor. Maybe it was her way of drowning out all those doubts that had been planted in her mind about Val during their little potions demonstration. Needless to say, Ron and Harry had looked positively thrilled at the prospect of getting drunk on a school night.

"Alright. Who wants to reveal all their deepest and most desperate desires under the influence of Veritaserum?" Bree slurred, giggling and slouching over Val.

A jovial cheer erupted from her companions as she staggered to her feet and balanced into the potions lab, emerging a few minutes later with a large vial labelled 'truth stuff' and a triumphant grin on her face.

"Aha! Found the bugger. Made it myself!" she exclaimed, beaming and making her way to her spot in the circle they had unconsciously formed. The vial was passed around until everyone had taken a few mouthfuls (Val had eyed the clear solution suspiciously before knocking it back), then recapped and placed haphazardly in the middle of the room.

"Hermione, you're the least drunk! You ask first!" Ron exclaimed.

"Okay, then. Harry," she started, "did you lie to me about doing that thing I told you that you should do?"

Harry smiled sheepishly as the rest of the room looked puzzled. "Yeah, didn't do it. Sorry, 'Mione."

"Your turn, Harry!"

"Oh, right right right. Right... Bree," Harry said suddenly, "you're not from here, like this world, so where are you from?"

"I'm from England, but England in my world, and it's darker there, some evil madman is trying to take over -"

"Is his name Voldemort?" Harry asked, eyes wide.

"Nah, nah, nah. His name's Fate, like what is even up with that, and he sends out his lackey to do all the dirty work, his name is Phobosssss..." she trailed off.

"Oh, okay." Harry looked content with this answer.

Bree turned to Draco, who looked like he wanted to crawl under a rock and it wasn't even morning yet.

"Draco Malfoy, you are going to want to kill me, and then you are going to fucking love me. If you could snog and date and fall in love with and shag anybody at Hogwarts -"

"Bree -" he warned.

"- who would it be?"

Draco looked positively murderous. He was struggling to keep in the information, his face contorting and reddening infuriatingly, and his mouth refusing to obey his brain.

"Harry Potter" he finally hissed through his teeth, before standing and bolting out of the room.

Context

Bree: suddenly arrived at Hogwarts about a month ago via magic portal. Reasons unknown. She's good at potions but crap at everything else.

Val: arrived at Hogwarts earlier that day via the same magic portal and has no idea what's going on, but trusts Bree with his life.

Earlier that evening they were doing potions study in a room that juts off the room Bree lives in at Hogwarts. Interesting events occurred due to Val's sudden appearance. Draco has accidently let Bree know of his feelings for Harry. Harry has deliberately let Hermione know of his feelings for Draco.