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A/N- Hello all. I can't seem to make my chapters longer, no matter how hard I try. I'll try harder I swear. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a poodle in my eye. Ah… the beauty of rugrats.

Chapter 12: The Hangover

"Don't you ever get up? Come on, class starts in thirty minutes!" Fadey woke with a start. It was 7 o'clock, way too early for Fadey's liking. It took her a minute to figure out why she was in the Gryffindor girls' dormitories.

"Urgh… Fadey's got a hangover," Fadey groaned as she rolled out of her floor bed Hermione had made for the previous night.

"Well then you shouldn't have gotten drunk! Now hurry up, or we'll be late!" Hermione replied.

"Save me the sermon, Hermione. And tell your twin to go away!" Fadey now understood what Harry felt like when his scar was burning. Her head felt as if it was splitting in two. She groaned again and stumbled out of the dormitory, falling down the stairs as she went.

"Great idea, smart one"

"Shut up, Draco" The pair walked silently down to the Slytherin common room, where they took three hours getting ready.

In the Slytherin girls' dormitories, Fadey looked at herself and groaned. She looked a wreck. She squinted to see herself, as her vision was still incredibly blurry.

"Since when have I had a twin," she grumbled to herself as she pulled her shirt on. It was dirty, but she didn't care, or even notice.

Meanwhile, in the boys' dormitory, Draco was critiquing his appearance, as he always did. What he saw in his reflection would be enough to scare a man to death. His shirt was un-tucked and stained with what looked like either blood or ketchup, his face was smudged with dirt, and GASP his hair didn't have gel in it.

"Perfect" he mumbled with a half-smile. He stumbled out of the room and met Fadey down in the common room.

"Well, you look beautiful," Fadey greeted.

"As do you. Shall we go on?"

"Yes, yes I think we shall." The pair held onto each other for support as they headed out of the room, knocking over many priceless vases as they went.

"KOSTAL! MALFOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WEARING?!?" Fadey and Draco, after two hours of looking for McGonogal's classroom, had burst in to find the Hufflepuffs. The pair clapped their hands to their ears.

"GOD, AUNTIE! DO YOU REALLY HATE LORD OF THE RINGS THAT MUCH?" Fadey looked down at her clothes. She was wearing her most baggy pants (green, with a BUTTERFLY!), and a black T-shirt with Lord of the Rings; the Two Towers printed on it. Draco, on the other hand, was wearing an emerald T-shirt that went down to his knees, bearing the words Gone Insane; Back Soon, some baggy jeans with holes in them that went down so low, they showed his I LOVE THE TORNADO'S boxers, and some sneakers so worn out, the soles had come off.

"That's besides the point, but I do think it's an abysmal book that should be burned. NOW WHY AREN'T YOU IN YOUR ROBES?"

"We have robes?" gasped Fadey in complete awe. "Since when?"

"Since forever, and do not call me auntie. Now go change and report to potions now!"

"Fine, fine," muttered Draco under his breath. "Old wart"

"I HEARD THAT MR. MALFOY! 20 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!"

"Damn"

Fadey and Draco ran down the hall as fast as they could, which at the moment wasn't too fast, seeing as the two were suffering from a severe hangover. It took them at least half an hour to reach the dungeons, only to be greeted by a very unhappy Snape.

"Where have you two been, and what the hell do you think you're wearing?" He hissed menacingly. Fadey and Draco looked slowly down at their clothes and discovered they had forgotten to get changed.

"Hehehe, well you see, dear old Uncle Snape-"

"Last night we were very very bored-"

"And I came up with the idea-"

"That they come down and visit up!" Ron cut Fadey off. Fadey stared at him in awe. "Then Draco got sick and Fadey had to stay up with him the whole night."

"Yes, yes that's it. I'm sick." Draco faked a cough. Fadey couldn't believe her ears. Maybe Ron was good for something after all.

"Well, Miss Kostal, If Professor McGonogal is your aunt, how does it work out that I am your uncle?" Snape asked with a sneer.

"It's a long story involving many marriages that are only legal in Alabama."

"Say no more, Miss Kostal, say no more. Please take your seat." Fadey smiled and hopped to her seat, where she started a note to Ron

Why did you cover for us?

Ron- well someone had to

Fadey- thanks a million. Hey, do you want to hang out with me and Draco in Hogsmead this weekend?

Ron- OMG are you serious? Since when are you able to stand me?

Fadey- since you stuck up for your worst enemy and me. Hey, pass the invite to Harry and Hermione for me, will you?

Ron- sure thing

Harry- Hey, mates, what's a hap?

Fadey- as I have told Draco millions of times, we are ENGLISH WIZARDS not American muggles, so we do not use their lingo.

Harry- Fine then

Fadey- I'm glad you agree

Draco- What are you guys talking about?

Fadey- Draco, dearie, find your own piece of parchment.

Ron- since when is he dearie?

Fadey- He is only dearie when I am resisting the urge to slap his face off.

Ron- ah ok.

Hermione- STOP WRITING NOTES OR YOU'LL GET IN TROUBLE

Fadey- Hermione, you do realize that you're writing a note right now, don't you?

Hermione- yes, I realize that, I just needed to warn you that Professor Snape is eyeing you like he is going to tear out your heart with a spoon and then cancel Christmas.

Fadey looked up from her note. Giving Snape a sickeningly sweet smile she cleared her throat, pointed her wand at the parchment containing the notes, and waltzed up to the front of the classroom.

"I was just telling my dear friends here that you were my favorite teacher, Uncle!" She smiled in a very Umbrige-like manner.

"I have asked you to refrain from calling me Uncle," he spat. "We'll see what you've been writing. Accio Parchment!" The parchment flew to the front of the room. Snape frowned. "What is this," he queried meanly. Fadey snatched the parchment and read it to the class

"Professor Snape is the best teacher at this school, is he not? Draco- yes, he's my favorite also! Harry- Professor Snape makes me go all warm and gooey inside. Hermi-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Snape shrieked. "Potter, 20 points from Gryffindor for being a sad and pathetic brown-noser. NOW ALL OF YOU BACK TO WORK!"


A/N- Short chapter, I know, but I wanted to get this done before I went to youth group tonight, and the evil parenteses is making us gets of early. We hates them, WE HATES THEM.

No, not parenteses.

Yes precious, wicked, trixy FALSE!

Masters hurt us, evil parenteses trixed us!

We told you they was trixy! We told you they was false… we hates them… they stole it from us!

Some random person- what did they steal

My PRECIOUS! RAAAAA