Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. Well, Fadey is mine, and so is Sean and Jack and Genevieve and…. OH NOW I'M CONFUSED!

Sorry it took me so long to put out this chapter, writers block really sucks. Oh well. READ AND REVIEW. NOW

Chapter 10- The Planning Period

It was a normal Sunday night, and Fadey, to put it simply, was bored. B O R E D bored. She was beginning to get the feeling that was growing on Fred and George (Ron's brothers for all you dingbats out there), which was that what was worth doing, was, well, done. She sat by the fire in the Slytherin common room by the fire, as Draco stared at Quidditch Through the Ages, as though hoping it would burst into flames.

"Draaaaaaaaaaaaaaco!" Fadey whined annoying for what must have been the millionth time. "I'm bored!"

"If you say that again, I'm going to kill you in your sleep," Draco replied lazily, throwing the book in the fire, a look of satisfaction spreading over his tired face.

"You've said that at least fifty times already. I think if you were you would have done it by now" Fadey was getting bored with the sound of his voice.

"Ah, but there's the brilliance of it. You aren't asleep!"

"Erm… ok…" there was a moment of silence, then

"DRACO I'M BORED!" Draco banged his head on Quidditch Through the Ages, which he had just gotten out of the fire. Repeatedly.

Suddenly a look of purely evil, demented joy spread over Fadey's once bored face. Draco knew that look all too well.

"W-what are you planning?" His voice quavered as he asked the question.

"Firewiskey" Just simply firewiskey. It was a plan not even the legendary Maurader's had done. Not that they hadn't tried, but that is an entirely different story.

"Firewiskey?" Draco was sure that he had misheard. "How're we gonna get some of that?"

"In the (pause) CAN I GET A DRUM ROLL PLEASE?" Draco beat his hand on the table. "HOG'S HEAD!" Fadey finished off dramatically, like Trelawrny finishing off one of her "predictions" Draco stared at her, dumbfounded. Never, in all of the time that he had known Fadey, had she thought up an idea that was so…well…stupid.

"Erm…I don't think that's such a good idea, Fadester," he said, worry wrinkles appearing on his otherwise perfect forehead.

"Awww… is ikle Dracokins scared of being caught be nasty old Filtch?" Fadey teased. She loved teasing Draco about being scared or cautious because, as Draco's dad always said, "No Malfoy is ever a wimp!"

"N-no, of cores not! NO, I'll do it. Who's paying?" Draco's voice became more and more firm with every syllable. But to his surprise, Fadey didn't seem pleased. On the contrary, her face darkened. Something Draco said had troubled her, and without knowing it, he brought up a new problem.

"I'm broke, dude," Fadey said, sinking back into the comfy armchair she was currently resting/arguing in.

"Liar! I found twelve galleons in your purse yesterday."

"And why, why, may I ask, were you going through my purse?" Fadey looked ready to kill, which she was. Draco shrunk down into his chair in a very wormtail-ish kind of way. Then an evil grin crept slowly up to his ears.

"I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you."

"Well, you're already going to kill me in my sleep," Fadey pointed out in an annoyingly precise Hermione imitation. Draco thought for a minute, then grinned. Again.

"But it's not Tuesday and I don't have strawberry jelly in-between my toes."

"Yes, but I have some in-between mine!"

"Ah, yes, good point," Draco said. "Well, I'm still not paying." This annoyed Fadey to a great extent. (A/N It really annoys me when a paragraph one line or less long so if it doesn't make any sense what I'm writing, sorry I added it in to look good)

"But you're so damn rich!"

"But it was your idea!"

"Well… ICE CREAM DOESN'T HAVE CLOGGED POORES!!!!!!!!! SO HA!!!!!"

"Erm… right" They sat in silence for a moment, then a light bulb seemed to appear over Fadey's head, lighting up her beautiful face.

"Ron," she said, a look of evil joy spreading over her brightened face.

"What about him?"

"He can pay!"

"He, as you so strangely put him, is so poor, he couldn't afford the ice cube in the cup," That wiped the smile right off Fadey's face, but after a moment it came right back.

"Harry then"

"POTTER?!" Draco exploded, " SAINT POTTER? I'LL NEVER TAKE SO MUCH AS A KNUT FROM HIM!"

"Will too, or you'll pay for your own firewiskey"

"FINE," Draco grumbled. He didn't look happy about this plan, but he'd go along with it. He was just dying to see what Fadey was like drunk.