A/N: Just read the thing at the bottom too. I don't want to spoil anything for you. We still don't own Harry Potter OR Pretty Little Liars, though if we ever do, you will be informed at once and will probably be given cookies. As always Reviews are appreciated and if you have the time, please review, they make us smile and write faster. It's amazing that...I'll just stop now but we did update within 24 hours!

The screams filled the stadium as the red and gold uniformed people flew circles around the golden hoops, their arms in the air and their faces triumphant. The red and gold students in the stands screamed, one of the beaters on the team, Fred Weasley, leaned over to an identical boy in a beater's uniform.

"George!" he yelled over the screams and booing of the green cloaked students that were now underneath them as they made another loop around the stadium. "Party in the common room! Tonight!"

"FIREWHISKEY!" shouted the other boy, his arms in the air, on his face was clear happiness and joy. Fred only laughed, veering away from his twin and fake diving towards the Gryffindor fans, who were cheering as loudly as they could.

Hermione stood in the corner, sipping her water, or what she thought was water at least, she had poured it from her wand after all, and staring at the scene before her. She wrinkled her nose at the couples that stood all around, clearly having had too much to drink already and it wasn't yet 10. She had a feeling not many of the girls' beds would be filled tonight.

"What are you thinking about?" asked a slithering voice in her ear and for a second she wondered how Draco Malfoy had gotten into the Gryffindor Tower.

She turned to see the red headed beater. She grinned lightly, turning away again to stare at the crowd. "I think Caleb's had too much to drink," she answered, her hand shaking her glass as Fred leaned casually on the wall next to her. "Along with the rest of the older years." She frowned for a moment. "How'd you make sure that none of the fourth years and below didn't drink Firewhiskey?"

"What are you talking about?" feigned Fred, his voice filled with faked innocence. "We only serve Butterbeer here!"

"Yes, and Butterbeer can get you that drunk?" she asked, pointing to the couple in the corner who looked like they were about to pull each other's clothes off, and the girl already had discarded far too much clothing.

"They should get a room," muttered Fred darkly, his eyes flashing.

"I think, personally, everyone in this place should get a room and stay there."

Fred turned towards her. "Fine, Caleb probably has had too much to drink, and so has Claudia, but they're going to be fine-"

"How much has Caleb had to drink?" Hermione questioned, her eyebrows raised. "Exactly? I know you kept count."

"I think ...ten?" he answered slowly, his hand finding the back of his neck, his eyes dashing around. "Or maybe fifteen, you know, I can't really count above five..."

There was only darkness and his hands found the wooden door of the dorm room, he only two things on his mind, the door and the object in front of him. And perhaps the clothing on himself and the object. The very brunette object. With very brown hair.

He gasped as she pushed him back onto the bed, her elbows digging into his arms for some reason before she returned to his face, her fingers flying everywhere.

He sighed, but something told him this was wrong.

That he shouldn't be doing this.

Screw it.

Screw everything.

"As I said, Caleb will be fine," Fred said, returning to Hermione, who was still standing in her corner. "Speaking of being fine, why are you still here?"

"I like a little risk in my life," she answered without batting an eye.

"Hoping for some action?" he asked, a thin red eyebrow raised. She narrowed her eyes, trying to pull an emotion out of his face.

"Maybe some action on a chessboard," she answered, turning away to watch the people again. Something was fascinating about the way they moved and interacted when they were drunk.

"Are you serious? You're at a party...with firewhiskey and you're talking about chess?" he asked, laughing to himself.

"I'm a bookworm. I tend to do things like that," she answered indignantly, crossing her arms over her gray sweater, hoping to Merlin that her glass wouldn't spill.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Some guys like that kind of thing?" He said it like a question, the syllables not quite coming out right.

"Do you like that sort of thing?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly, her warm eyes reflecting the fire's light and the glow of the fairy lights that hung above the people's heads.

Fred looked down at her carefully, as if he didn't quite trust one of the two of them, himself or her, she didn't know. He opened his mouth, his eyes lost, and wandering around the room.

His hands were smoothing through her long brown hair, his mouth never leaving her skin. She took was moving quickly, like a viper that could kill with a single squeeze. She slid her hands down his sides, then up again, to his collar, where the buttons had become loose. Her hands didn't shake, her mouth never ceasing to move across skin.

Wasn't this heaven?

Shouldn't she be lighter? More angelic?

Screw it.

"Toby!" shouted a male voice, sending the tall brown haired boy's head flying up from his shoes, which were quite interesting, really if you thought about it. "I've been looking for you."

It was Oliver, the Keeper, according to the girls, and the Stealer, according to the boys.

"What is it?" he asked, not quite interested, he'd never really liked the boy who slept in the corner near Ron in the dorm. Except now he was dating Emily and they hung around the girls who hung around each other. Far too much Oliver involved, thought Toby.

"I was wondering if you'd want to go on a double date, you know, with Emily and Spencer?" he asked, leaning against the wall next to Toby.

"Yea, sure," he answered, not really paying attention. Personally he thought that Oliver was too full of himself. He blocked out what Oliver was saying, as it was probably on plans and stuff. Spencer could tell him all that later.

"...and I've been sleeping with Spencer..." he said, Toby snapping back to the conversation.

"What the hell mate!" he cried, his voice gritting into his teeth.

"I haven't okay, it's just that you were nodding when I said that Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley would make a good couple," he said.

"Yea, sure," Toby muttered, swearing not to trust the Irish boy now.

"What do you think Granger and Weasley are doing over there in that corner?" asked Oliver, pointing to the corner.

"Which Weasley?" asked Toby, laughing to himself, looking over the swarming bodies towards the corner where the brunette and a tall thin red head where standing.

"Fred I think. Or maybe it's George. I dunno," Oliver muttered to himself, glancing darkly around the room.

Oliver seemed to glared around the room for a minute before he glanced at his drink. "I'm tired," he muttered. putting down the drink on one of the various tables lying around the room. "I'm going up."

"I think I might join you," Toby muttered, looking back at the room, faintly wishing that Spencer had been there.

"Feel free," Oliver muttered.

"I didn't mean it like that," Toby smiled, his eyes lighting up in the dim lighting. Oliver found himself looking deep into the blue eyes.

Far too deep.

He could lose himself in those eyes.

The only thing he could hear was the gasping of the girl as she felt his hands touching her quickly and with expertize that she hadn't know he had had.

"I love yoush," he slurred, his breath smelling heavily of firewhiskey, his hands roaming freeling across her body.

"Just do it already," she hissed, her voice soft and husky.

He looked down at her, his brown eyes softening in their drunkenness. "Suresh."

Oliver looked back at Toby, he noticed the way his hair swept across his face and the way it swept over his eyes as he walked up the steps heavily. He shook his head, facing forward again.

No, he thought, You're dating Emily. He's dating Spencer. You like women. Hot, luscious, scrawny, brunette men...I mean women.

He swore loudly to himself inside his brain, feeling like he wanted to rip his hair out. He pushed the door open angrily, activating the lights, his eyes not leaving the floor before he heard a soft moan coming from one of the beds.

His bed to be exact.

That had some very fine legs on it.

Four legs in-fact.

Four very bare legs.

"Fred?" asked Hermione, her soft voice shaking slightly as she looked up at the redhead. He looked down at her, swallowing quickly, his eyes looking at her, then at the table that held most of the drinking bottles.

"Bathroom," he muttered, quickly slipping away from her and into the crowd, making his way straight for the table and intending to down several before he saw those brown eyes again that night.
She watched him make his way over to the table, her eyes following him carefully.

"Do you want to dance?" asked a voice beside her. She didn't have to look at him to know it was Ron. She looked at him before looking back at Fred, who was drinking one from one of the bottles and watching the two of them carefully.

Her gaze lingered on the elder Weasley, before returning to Ron's eyes.

She shook her head, taking a sip of the water and nearly sloshing it down her front as Ron pulled it back down. His cheeks were red and his hair disheveled.

"I dumped Lavender," he said.

"Why are you telling me?" she asked, her gaze slipping back to Fred, who had seemingly forgotten about his drink, his knuckles white from clinging to it so hard, his face grim and intense.

Ron took a deep breath, his arms coming out of nowhere and pulling her face towards his.

Something pulled at the back of her mind. Something pulled at her to stop, while Fred was still watching.

But Ron...

"WHAT THE HELL?" shouted Oliver, his hands shaking on the door. Toby looked over his shoulder to see the sight. He felt Toby put a hand on his shoulder and for a moment, Oliver felt dizzy, but then Toby was sprinting across the room, pulling a brunette off of the bed, the girl taking the sheet that had covered some of the horror story on the bed.

HIS BED, he'd like to add.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he shouted, storming over to the couple on his bed, finally recognizing the boy as Caleb.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Toby of the girl, his voice barely controlled. "What are you doing to Caleb?"

The girl glared at Toby, her mouth a thin line. "What are you doing here?"

"This is my room, and that's my bed, I might add," he glared at her. Oliver noticed the tiny lie though. "A better question would be how you got in."

"I followed Emily," she answered, her voice never cracking or sounding slightly ruffled.

"She would've noticed," he growled. Oliver looked more carefully at the girl and recognized her as Jenna, Toby's stepsister.

"You'd be surprised at what people don't notice," she hissed back, clutching the sheet to her body, her face ever so slightly flushed.

"What were you doing? Forcing Caleb into...this!" he trailed off, gesturing wildly towards the bed and her very obvious lack of clothing under the sheet.

"I didn't force anyone into anything!" she exclaimed. Toby scowled, his face contorted in rage.

"YEA RIGHT!" he shouted, his face turning red.

Oliver, his mind racing quickly decided to step in. "Okay, JENNA, get your stupid clothes on and get the HELL out of here. You already ruined Toby's bed, and my innocence," he began.

"I didn't ruin it completely. Anyway he's probably done as much with Spencer," she bit back, Toby flushing even redder. "And I sincerely doubt you were innocent before today."

Hermione pushed Ron away as gently as she could, but already she could see that Fred was gone, his drink lying sideways on the ground where he had stood, spilling its contents on the rug.

"Ron, I don't like you like that," she said slowly, his eyes frowning as they looked at her. "And I'm pretty sure you don't either." She took a deep breath, her eyes going back to the boy in front of her.

His face was strangely calm. "It's Fred isn't it?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Fred..."

She swallowed, her eyes going back to where Fred had been standing.

"I'm sorry," she said, quickly pulling away from him and running up the boy's dormitory stairs, her hair swishing behind her as she ran.

"What was she doing here?" demanded Toby, turning around to glare at Caleb. "What were you doing? What about Hanna?"

"Sheesh...who is... Hannnnny?" the dazed Caleb asked. "I just was with... Hanna!"

"No, you were with Jenna. Major difference, considering Hanna's a Hufflepuff and Jenna's a Slytherin!" Toby exclaimed, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Mate, just let him rest," Oliver put in, putting a hand on Toby's arm, sparks springing up his arm. Oliver quickly let go, careful not to look Toby in the eye. "We can talk to him in the morning."

Caleb was already asleep, his partially undressed arse still lying on Oliver's bed.

Oliver swore hasly under his breath, mostly at his new fascination and at Caleb.

"I see that conversation will be very colorful," muttered Toby, making his way over to his own bed, leaving Oliver to sleeping Caleb's.

Another colorful word graced his lips as he slid under the covers.

Hermione climbed the steps, her heart beating wildly. The darkness was complete until another shape came pounding down the stairs, it's hair ruffled and and robes scrunched up.

"Where are you headed Granger?" the shape demanded, revealing itself as Jenna Marshall. "Going to force yourself on some poor boy? Or is he paying you?"

Hermione flushed, her skin turning red. "No..." she stuttered.

"Is he blind?" Jenna paused. "You can't have a boyfriend...do you?"

Hermione flushed.

"I feel sorry for him. He has to put up with all that..." she gestured towards Hermione, who again flushed red before she turned on her heel and ran down the dorm stairs, her eyes brimming with newly formed tears.

"That's right Mudblood, run!"

What Hermione didn't hear though, was Fred's distinct voice saying," Who are you calling a Mudblood? And why is her name Hermione?"

"CALEB?"

"Spencer, calm down!"

"Calm down? Calm down?! My best friend's memory was destroyed by the guy Hanna loves, and you want me to calm down?" Almost hysterical at this point, the Ravenclaw who typically took so much pride in her cleanliness had random objects strewn about. She was pacing much like a mad scientist on the verge of a breakthrough, pulling at her hair so fiercely that Toby was afraid it would fall out. Her meticulously-done makeup was playing copycat with the tears running down her face.

Grabbing her hand and pulling her down beside him, Toby started rubbing up and down her arm soothingly. "Hey, hey! It'll be alright. I talked to him, he knows what he did was wrong, and-"

"That doesn't take back what he did!" Spencer declared rather harshly, pulling her arm away from his.

"No, it doesn't. But what could? Spencer, I know what he did was awful. But all he was thinking about was Hanna, and all that she went through because of Ali."

"What did Hanna go through? She is happy with herself! Something that none of us could accomplish no matter how hard we tried!"

"That's true." Toby said, obviously just trying to figure out how to defuse the bomb before it blew.

"So what's the problem then?"

"Well, you have to admit, she could've lost weight in a healthier way."

"What is THAT supposed to mean? Was she supposed to eat 3,500 calories a day and sit around? She dieted. She exercised. What else was she supposed to do, starve herself?"

"Spence-"

"NO. You don't get to judge my best friend for trying to accept herself!"

"Do you even know HOW she lost all that weight? Because I'm starting to think you don't!"

Now, losing his temper was something he tried to never do, ESPECIALLY in front of Spencer. She was raised by Ministry lawyers, and he simply knew better.

"Don't try and make me look like the stupid one! You know NOTHING about her!" And with that, Spencer was gone.

"Stop." Hearing Caleb's voice, the girls stopped discussing and went over to see who he was talking to. "Listen to me! Look at it this way, we BOTH made a mistake." Eyeing Emily, Aria starting walking over to where Caleb was standing. "No! I can't do it tonight." Both girls desperate to make out the other end of the conversation, they moved a little closer. "I know what I said, but it's different now!"

Aria and Emily both pressed against the only barrier between him and the surrounding area- a small pillar- they continued to try and put the pieces together. "First of all, I don't think she is who you say she is!"

Hanna? Was he talking about Hanna?

"Don't call her that!" Briefly glancing at Emily, both girls had no doubt that this- whatever it was- was about Hanna. "I can't do it tonight."

What is IT? And why is it so important?

"Because I say so! Because I'm spending most of my time with her, and you can't keep owling me! It's gotta stop!" Both too shocked to do anything, the girls stood there dumbfounded as Caleb's conversation came to an end.

"Okay, fine. Later. LATER."

"You've got it wrong."

"We heard what we heard, Hanna." Aria said sympathetically.

"No! You heard what you heard but you got it wrong!"

"He was talking to another girl, and there was a lot of history- you could tell." Emily said, providing her input for the first time all morning.

"What happened to being all happy for Hanna? Where'd all that go?"

"Hanna we want you to be happy-" But Spencer was cut off before she could finish.

"Then don't tell me this! Because it's not true! Not after we..." Trailing off, she finally continued. "You just heard wrong. He could've been flooing with his foster parents or something or his social worker! You don't know!"

"Okay! Maybe we didn't hear it right." Aria stated, trying to calm the waters.

"Hanna! We heard what Caleb said, and you have to know the truth! I think he's with someone else and hasn't told you," Emily said as soothingly as possible under the circumstances.

"No! Caleb has told me everything, and I told him everything. I told him all about me, and what you're saying it's... Not him. It can't be."

The girls had agreed to let Hanna talk to Caleb alone and figure things out for herself. The problem wasn't that Hanna wouldn't talk to him, but the other way around.

"Caleb's not there." Aria said dully to Emily and Spencer as Hanna's fourth floo went unanswered- again. "She's going to send him an owl."

"If Caleb hurts Hanna, he's a dead man." Emily said, the words spilling out before she realized how tender the situation still was. "NOT literally, I mean... Ugh! What the hell is going on?" Emily asked, obviously both confused and furious at herself and their current predicament. Answering her question as well as anyone could, Spencer put an end to their conversation.

"Either it's exactly what it looks like, which is bad enough... Or it's something worse."

"Han?"

"Spencer? What are you doing here?! I know you prefer to study rather than go to Hogsmeade, so this HAS to be good. Is Toby here?" Hanna said with a mischievous grin, raising an eyebrow.

"What? No! Umm... That's actually what I'm here to talk to you about. Can we go somewhere... Private?"

"Of course."

Once the pair had arrived in a secluded area in the small village, avoiding the residents, Hanna plopped down and patted the spot next to her with open arms, inviting Spencer to join her.

"So, what's going on?"

"I know that this is probably a really bad time, considering all that's going on... But I had to ask."

"Go for it!"

Taking a deep breath, Spencer mentally prepared herself for both answers. Either Hanna would break down and admit to losing weight in an unhealthy fashion, or she was going to have it out with Toby again. No matter how many times she tried to shake it, she had the feeling that Toby had been right. "Howdidyouloseweight?" It came out all wrong, jumbled and probably hard to understand, but that was the one and only time Spencer was willing to ask.

"What?" Her face was as white as a ghost.

"I know it's stupid, it's just... Toby made some comment about you not losing weight in the most... Healthy fashion... And you DID lose it awfully fast... I don't know, am I just a freak who believes everything her boyfriend says? Am I just-"

"No! No, you're not. You're... You're right." Looking up, Spencer saw that Hanna was tearing up and doing absolutely anything and everything to hide the fact.

"What?!" As prepared as she tried to be, Spencer had secretly been hoping that Toby was wrong.

"My guess is that Caleb told Toby and told him not to tell anyone."

"Told Toby what, exactly?"

"Alison walked in on me after I had taken a bunch of food from the kitchens... She helped me throw up." Just the mention of Hanna doing that made Spencer herself feel like heaving. If she had known that Alison's bullying was THAT bad, she would've tried to put a stop to it.

"Han... You know that there are other ways..."

"I know. I was just at such a low point in my life... But it doesn't matter. It helped me to start taking better care of myself."

"As long as you're happy now- well, as happy as you can be. I can't change the past."

"As twisted as it sounds... I wouldn't change it if I had the chance. It helped me see what a bitch Ali really could be." Patting Spencer's knee affectionately, Hanna smiled. "You have nothing to worry about. Now, go apologize to Toby, because I know you probably chewed him out for even bringing up the possibility." Shaking her head, Spencer stood up to leave.

"You know me too well."

"And Caleb STILL hasn't owled her back?" Aria inquired.

"Feathering silence."

Aria and Emily were having a picnic (or, rather, intaking HoneyDukes sweets at a rate that probably wasn't healthy) just outside Hogsmeade, discussing everything that had been going on.

"What do you think he did? Or didn't do, for that matter?" Aria asked, her mind obviously somewhere else.

"I try not to think about it, otherwise I'll go crazy. What are YOU thinking about?" Emily interrogated, a teasing smile on her face.

"It's nothing..." She replied, but she couldn't help the excited grin that spread across her face.

"Aria!" Emily exclaimed, elbowing her playfully. "What aren't you telling me?"

"When you need to know, I'll tell you," Aria said with a wink, and left to go back to the castle before she spilled the beans- or boulders, in her case.

"You know, keeping secrets is probably what put Alison six feet under," Emily whispered after she was gone, wondering if any of her friends were next.

"Toby? Are you here?"

"Spencer? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you and I'm just stressed from... I don't know, everything... and Caleb left a few nights ago-"

"Rewind for a minute there. He LEFT?"

"Yeah, something about 'screwing up big time' and I wanted to tell you but I thought you were mad and so I didn't risk it and I love you more than anything and I'm just trying to protect you and-" Spencer cut him off mid-rant by grabbing him and crushing him into her so tightly he found it hard to breathe.

"Stop right there. You're the only person I've ever known who has gone to such great lengths for me and I will never be able to repay you for that. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I love you." Pulling her closer to him- something he didn't realize was possible- he found comfort like no other from being able to feel her heart beating in time with his.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. I'm so sorry. I love you."

"I love you, too."

A/N: Have I converted you to Oliver/Toby? Sorry, I just had to put it in there...