The cool summer air of the Astronomy Tower was always waiting for me.

Related to Potter? The thought was hard to comprehend. I hated Potter. Hated him with my entire being, and now he was my half-brother? Um... no.

He'd never be blood to me.

My father had lied to me... Yes, he had loved my mother in school... but they weren't married like he told me. Mum had been married to Potter... the Gryffindor blood-traitor... She had been a Gryffindor. She was a Mudblood. I shivered at the idea, hating it every second of thinking about it. I loved my mother, with everything in me, but I hated the idea... the idea she was something I had grown up to hate - even though she had insisted when I was young blood didn't matter. Somethings just never sunk in.

Lucius and Narcissa were obviously in on it, as was Dumbledore. The Dark Lord knew who she truly was... Although I expected no truth from him, I did expect to know. I should know.

I felt my hair whip around, but I only smoothed it down once before giving up. I needed to take my mind off of things.

And before I knew it, my feet were taking me away from the tower, down the stairs at blinding speed.

I found my destination only after a little struggle. I had searched the Lake, the Clock Tower, and the library, but finally found the blonde boy in the Great Hall, huddled over a book. I slammed my hand down on the table beside him, causing him to jerk up and look at me, as well as a few others.

"Can I help you?" Draco asked.

"I need you to get me drunk."

He blinked, "Come again?"

"I need you," I said slowly, jabbing his chest with my finger. "To get me," I pointed at myself. "Drunk. As in sodding, lost all senses, drunk."

He blinked, "Why?"

"Can you or not? Because if not, I'm going to Blaise, and I don't trust myself to be safe-"

"Yeah, I can get you drunk, but what's the occassion?"

I swallowed, glancing at the doors, as if expecting Potter to waltz through at any moment, "Let's just say, I need to get my mind off things. You up for spending your afternoon making sure I don't get alcohol poisoning?"

He smirked, slamming his book shut and standing, "Yeah, I'm game. Just us?"

I nodded, "Just us."

He led me to a room on the seventh floor that I never noticed before, and upon entering the door, I raised an eyebrow. There was a chaise longue in a deep blue color facing a chaise longue that was an emerald green. Inbetween the two was a tray that had five bottles of firewhiskey on it. I noticed a few Muggle liquers as well. Vodka, Rum, and Scotch.

"You want to play a game?" Draco asked, taking a seat on the emerald sofa chair. I nodded, sitting on the blue chair. At least Draco wasn't presumptuous like the others I could have gone to would have been. "It's called truth or dare," he continued. "It's a M-"

"Muggle game, I know," I said impatiently.

He closed his mouth, nodding, "Right, take a glass." I did so, and sniffed its contents. Firewhiskey. "Drink."

I did as instructed, downing it and one go and promptly coughing delicately. Merlin, that burned.

"Woah, slow down," Draco scolded. "I take it you don't drink."

"Never drunk before," I admitted.

He whistled, "Alright, my bad. Let's start out light." He handed me a rum bottle and I took it, noticing it was in a very old bottle. Probably a few hundred years old. He grabbed one of his own, "Now, drink."

I uncorked the bottle and took a delicate sip first, getting used to the unpleasant burn, before taking a larger swig.

"Good. I'll start. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I answered bravely.

"I dare you to take another drink."

I did so, grinning when I pulled the bottle from my lips, "I'm liking this game. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to spin around the room once."

He scowled at me before standing and gracefully spinning around the room. I could barely keep my giggles hidden at the sight.

"Alright, Snape, truth or dare?" he questioned, sitting down on the table.

I thought about it, "Dare?"

"You sure?"

I nodded in absolute certainty and he smirked, "I dare you to sing God Save the Queen."

I laughed, "That's horrible! It'd be like insulting her!"

"Come on," he urged. "We don't have all day."

I sighed, "Fine. But if the windows shatter, it's not my fault."

"I'll be sure to send you the bill if they do."

I glared at him before starting the song. He was laughing by the end.

"I told you I can't sing!" I insisted, laughing as well.

"Alright, your turn."

"Truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth."

"Whimp," I returned. "Who's the last real girlfriend you've had?"

"Never had a real girlfriend," he told me, drinking from the bottle of rum. "Unless you count Pansy. She's always a willing shag."

My face scrunched up in disgust, "Ugh, I knew she was bad, but to resort to you?"

"Didn't you know?" Draco asked in surprise. "She's in love with me. She says we're destined to marry."

"That's disgusting."

He smirked, "I know."

"Why are you encouraging her? She's waiting desperately for that ring on her finger. And Merlin knows that she's going to be furious when she finds out that you and her aren't getting married."

Draco shrugged, "She'll survive, Snape."

"Orpha," I corrected.

"Right, Orpha."

I smirked, "Your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who's the last real boyfriend you've had?"

I rolled my eyes at the question, "No one. They all promise 'Oh, baby, we're going to be together to Christmas, I can at least promise you that.' One week later, they coax a shag out of me and they're onto the next one. You'd think I'd learn... but I'm a fool for it every single time."

He raised his eyebrow, "Ouch."

"Yeah, truth or dare."

"Truth, I'm enjoying this far too much," Draco smirked.

I took a sip from my half-empty bottle, "Who was your first kiss?"

He rolled his eyes, "Parkinson, but it doesn't count because I was three."

"Then who's the first real kiss?" I questioned. He grumbled something. "Sorry, didn't catch that," I said, cupping a hand to my ear to hear.

"I said Greengrass."

I reared as if I had been burned, "Ah, no way!"

"Yeah."

I gagged, but washed the horrid thought down with another long swig.

"Your turn."

"What did Potter do to get nearly murdered and what did you talk about in the Headmasters office?"

I blinked at his bluntness. And I slowly set the bottle back down on the table, "Maybe this was a bad idea... I'm going to find Blaise, Draco. I'll see you around."

I stood and made my way to the door, but he caught my wrist, "Wait, I'm sorry for bringing it up. We'll skip it. Who was your first real kiss?"

"You'll just wait until I'm drunk later. No thanks. See you, Draco."

He let me go and I stumbled out of the Room of Requirement. I should have known better.

He just wanted to get me drunk so he could hear what we talked about in the Headmaster's office. He didn't want to help me, like I had to 'help him'. He wanted to get me piss drunk, spill my secrets, and then tell them around the school. I'd seen him do that to too many people to let myself be the victim. I wanted it all off my mind. So I had to resort to plan B. Where was Blaise?

Review, everyone, please? And thanks to SlytherinBaby98 for the idea!

Read my disclaimer in the previous chapters... I don't feel like typing it again(: But I don't own, just the plot and Orpha

- Wynde