Teamwork

A month into my official admittance as a student, I have made zero friends thanks to the numerous rumors that arised during the years I was still unofficial and me being the Slytherins' constant bullying target. I was having a death glare competition with the Slytherins when Gryffindor came by to pick me up.

"Butterbeer!" Gryffindor said happily and patted my back.

I tore my eyes away from the retards and looked at him curiously.

"I'm not Butterbeer, I'm Potter. They're bullying me again," I said unhappily.

"What house are you from?" Gryffindor demanded.

I raised my eyebrow skeptically. It's the fourth year for Hogwarts. Surely he could recognize the snake emblem on their uniforms.

"Erm…" One guy answered. "We're from your house, Professor."

Hah! As if Gryffindor would fall for that! Even if he couldn't recognize the emblem, he would also know who were his students!

"How could you! As fellow housemates, you should learn to care and share! Hundred points each from Gr…"

I drew my fist back and punched Gryffindor straight in the face with full power. "You imbecile! Are you actually Slytherin in disguise? THEY'RE FROM THE SLYTHERIN HOUSE!!! DON'T YOU RECOGNISE YOUR STUDENTS?"

I was still fuming when we reached the Potions classroom in the dungeons. Gryffindor was about to open the door rudely as usual until he caught me staring at him murderously. He knocked on the door lightly and said as politely as he could, "Salazar, are you in there?"

Warm air flowed out of the room as door opened magically.

"Butterbeer!" Gryffindor greeted as we all stepped into the warm room. Slytherin was brewing something.

"I'm not Butterbeer. I'm Salazar," Slytherin said as he put out the fire under the cauldron magically and looked at Gryffindor. "You actually knocked."

Gryffindor smiled creepily and grabbed Slytherin's hands tightly. He dragged Slytherin out of the room, ignoring his protests. I helped cover the cauldron with the lid and then, followed the pair curiously.

We followed the Gryffindor along the streets of Hogsmeade and soon saw a crowd at the Three Broomsticks. A banner read 'Butterbeer Drinking Competition.'

"Form a team of three to qualify for the competition. The team that drinks the most butterbeer in thirty minutes will have a year's supply of butterbeer as reward," I read from the wooden sign beside the pub.

"Butterbeer!" Gryffindor said excitedly. "I've already signed us up in advance!"

Slytherin raised his eyebrows. He tapped his foot and folded his arms in demand for further explanation. Gryffindor stared at us with puppy eyes. I looked at him, dumbfounded.

"I don't remember agreeing to join in any of your childish games," Slytherin said closely, with me nodding my head in agreement.

"… … Butterbeer! Come on, a man doesn't live in the past. We should look forward! Let's go!" Gryffindor ignored us and marched towards the stage.

Slytherin returned a resigned look and we both followed him to the stage. Slytherin and I took our time drinking the butterbeer at a reasonable speed. Gryffindor was in his Butterbeer land, gulping down butterbeer happily. He had finished 4 mugs faster than the rest of us.

"Gryffindor, you'll feel full soon or even drunk if you drink too fast," I whispered my advice into his ear.

"Ha ha! It ticklesh! Shpeak loudar…. I can't hear youuuu," Gryffindor said babyishly. "Hic!"

It was only the fourth mug of Butterbeer and he was drunk. I ignored him and reached for my sixth mug of butterbeer when I saw a red hand reach out for the same mug.

"Slytherin, you don't have to force yourself if you can't drink anymore," I told him gently. "You're having rashes."

"What?" a random contestant shouted. "You're telling me to stop? Who do you think you are, punk? I AM NOT UNDERAGED AND NO WAY AM I GOING TO WASH YOUR UNDERPANTS!"

Slytherin looked to the general direction where the shouting was. He frowned and screamed, "WHAT DID YOU SAY? I AM NOT MARRIED, YOU IDIOT! I HAVE FIVE PUPPIES BACK IN MY HOMETOWN!"

He then turned to me.

"How could you!" Slytherin said sternly.

I eyed him warily. Slytherin wagged his finger at me and pinched my nose lightly the way a lover would do to his sweetheart.

"Tsk! You shouldn't drink so much butterbeer! Look at this!" he said, pointing at the empty mugs in front of me. "You've drank so much!"

Right, he's drunk. I found three empty mugs in front of him. I sighed in defeat. I could imagine myself in a sinking makeshift wooden boat screaming 'Mayday!' through my cupped hands. Yes, we are sinking. Our team's a failure. Am I the only who took this seriously?

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Honey," Slytherin cooed as he pulled me into him. He must have mistaken my sighing for something else.

His breath stank of alcohol and his skin was warm and sticky with sweat. I tried to push him away from me, my face twisted in disgust. He hugged me tighter, locking me in his arms.

"Let me give you a kiss," Slytherin said and moved his face towards mine.

I slipped out before his lips could touch mine. His lips brushed against my cheek. I stepped back, cleaning my cheek with the back of my sleeve. I was panting and sweating from the effort. Both the dysfunctional situation and the butterbeer were draining me.

"Come on, Darling. Don't be shy," Slytherin said, eyeing me perversely.

He started towards me, his arms outstretched. I moved back two more steps and bumped into Gryffindor. I heard him mumbling, "Mummy, give me a good night kiss. I want a good night kiss."

I looked around frantically for help. Most of the other contestants were drunk too. The audience was either grossed out from the scene or the sadistic individuals were enjoying the show.

Another random contestant was ranting in the background, "OLD GRANNIES SHOULD GET A GORILLA AS A PET! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! YOU THERE! WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVEN'T YOU SEEN A PALM TREE BEFORE?"

"There's no way you can run, my dear," Slytherin said evilly.

What is going on? Someone! Smash a meteorite on these idiots! Someone! Destroy the world now! Why does the sky seem so irritating even though it's so blue? I need Butterbeer!

Slytherin's hands touched my garment. I grabbed Gryffindor's garment and pulled him forward in defense. Slytherin hugged Gryffindor happily and kissed him greedily. I flopped down onto the ground, glad that I had averted the disaster successfully. I looked up and saw Gryffindor widen his eyes in shock. After a few moments, he started to try to struggle out of Slytherin. Soon, he gave up once he realized that Slytherin's grip was too strong. His eyes darted right and gave me a death glare. All the while with Slytherin kissing him passionately.

Well, at least Gryffindor can help me with Slytherin back to the castle.

A/N: A rather long chapter... hope I'm not too naggy... Do R&R and let me know how you feel!