A/N: Oh crap. I totally forgot to mention: all the Voldemort stuff…doesn't exist. That's why their seventh year is all calm and they are actually at Hogwarts. Totally slipped my mind in the A/N for chapter one. Oops! Anyway…enjoy chapter two!

Do I even have to say it? I do not own "Harry Potter."

Crabbe and Goyle had slowly come to and the four Slytherins sat on two separate sofas. They faced the rest of us. Draco's expression was cold, while everyone else was nervous. No one said anything for quite a few minutes. Finally, I spoke up. I was talkative, spunky, and energetic, perfect to strike up a conversation.

"So," I drew out the O, "What shall we talk about? I'm thinking we start by saying our favorite color." Everyone looked at me as if I had eight heads.

"It was just an idea, guys! You know, I could just mope like you guys, or I could try to help. I don't want to be locked in here, but we don't have a choice. By the time we get out of here, we all have to not mind being around each other."

"She's right," Seamus said, smiling shyly at me. Gosh, that smile!

"Thank you, Seamus! I got an idea," I started explaining, "We'll play something like 'Truth or Dare' without dares. I'll ask Seamus a question and Seamus asks someone else a question. Then they ask someone else, so on and so forth. Got it?"

I got a few grumbles in reply. Damn moody teens.

"These questions can be as basic or as deep as you want," I added, wiggling my eyebrows enticingly. "Also, let's keep it friendly. No rude questions." I shot Draco a glare, knowing he would try to make us uncomfortable with rude questions.

"Right. So Seamus...um um um...what is your favorite color?" I blurted out the first thing I could think of

"Green," he answered simply. "I ask someone anything now?" I nodded. "Malfoy, what's your favorite color?"

"I don't know. Black?" He answered. "Potter," he started sharply, and then looked at me as I narrowed my eyes at him. He tried again slightly softer, "Potter, what's your favorite color?"

"Wait, I suggested we discuss favorite colors, but you all looked at me funny! The hell!" I butted in.

"Sorry, McIntyre. Didn't think it was a big deal," Draco said.

"It's not. I'm just saying...So Harry, answer and then ask someone else."

"Er...red, I suppose. Ron...er...what's your favorite thing about playing Keeper?"

"The thrill of saving goal after goal. It's a fantastic feeling," the redhead answered, grinning.

Draco snorted at Ron's answer; he never thought Ron was a good Keeper. Seamus threw his "Weasley Is Our King" badge at the blonde. A fight almost broke out again, but Hermione quickly produced a Shield Charm, knocking everyone back into their seats. I thanked the brainiac.

"Now, back to the game. Ron, your turn."

"Um...Hermione, how are you so brilliant at everything?"

She blushed slightly. "I study, Ronald. Something you should start doing." It was Ron's turn to blush.

"Right," He said quietly.

"Crabbe, how come when you ask me for help in Potions, you don't believe me when I tell you what to do?"

"W-well...I-I want to ask the smartest girl in class for help, but then I think Potter might have you tell us the wrong stuff. He wants to...what's that word? Begins with a...S?"

"Sabotage?" He nodded. "No, Harry is too concentrated on not angering Professor Snape to care what happens to you. And I always give help to those who truly need it."

"Thanks, Granger...Uh...Pansy...why do you hang out with the three of us? Why don't you have any friends of your own? Girls, I mean."

Pansy turned red, and tried covering her face with her hand.

"I don't know. You guys are fun, I guess."

"Or maybe you just have a crush on Malfoy," Crabbe said, smirking. Maybe he wasn't as dumb as he looked.

"I-no. I...just..." her voice faded. She looked over at Draco, who had stretched himself across an entire couch, making Goyle move to his own couch. His face was smug.

"Let's just say she does," I put in, smirking. Pansy growled, but started to speak again, "Maybe I do like Draco. Just a little." She paused. "So, Luna, what's so special about the Quibbler? I always see you reading it."

"Well, my father is the editor, but there are plenty of interesting stories he publishes. He has an ongoing search for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. It's really quite intriguing."

"Oh, wow," Pansy whispered, almost in awe. She's so dumb.

"So, Kenzi," Luna said, turning to me, as I sat cross-legged on my own separate couch.

Before Luna could finish, Draco stood up. All eyes were on him as he moved slowly towards the shelves filled with alcohol. He scanned them with his eyes, and then used a Summoning Charm on a large bottle of Firewhiskey. A small cabinet opened and he used a Levitation Charm to make eleven goblets fly to the table in the middle of the room.

"Now, this is more like it," he sighed, filling the goblets. Smoke poured out of each cup. "This should make things interesting. Hm...it's almost empty already. Let's get some of that really expensive Firewhiskey. Accio Dragoni Firewhiskey." Another bottle came swooping into his outstretched hand.

"Draco, I don't think we-"

"Relax, Granger. This stuff is always in here. We have a great time testing out each drink. The room cleans and restocks itself, too."

"But-"

"Hermione, relax!" Seamus and I told her at the same time. The two of us laughed and smiled at each other flirtatiously. My tips changed to pink and I knew the heart appeared.

"Yeah, Hermione, it can't hurt. We're in here for who knows how long. We might as well make the best of it," Ron said, raising his glass.

Draco raised his own glass and the rest followed suit.

"To Hogwarts and a good seventh year!"

"And sixth year!" I added quickly, glancing at Luna and Ginny.

A loud mixture of "Aye!" and "Cheers!" filled the room. Already, we were getting along.