Okay. I'm sorry that it's been a while since I've updated, and I'm really sorry if this chapter sucks, but I couldn't get anything out that made sense, and I know this isn't what I said it would be, but I thought it would be better to at least get some sort of chapter up unless I just last the thread of this story completely. So please try to enjoy.

"Bill, Bill. Come on babe, wake up."

Groaning the red head left his lovely dreams and came face to face with silver eyes, blond hair with streaks, and a very bright light behind her head that made him want to scream as he hit his tired eyes.

"Go away. I've just had a bunch of kids screaming charms for an hour, leave me alone."

As he'd closed his eyes he didn't see the malicious grins on the faces of the three girls (Hermione had gone to talk to Ron), or the sympathetic look on his brother's face, he'd just had to deal with kids screaming about unicorns, it wasn't fun when you had a hangover.

"Bill, if we have to go, so do you."

That was Harry, and there were various noises of agreement from all the other boys, and then Bill didn't have a chance to argue before Vince and Greg stepped forward at a nod from Draco and hauled him to his feet.

"Where are we going anyway?"

Bill asked, suddenly realising he didn't have a clue about why he'd been woken up.

"Dumbledore, remember he wanted to see us, to talk about what we're going to do."

He vaguely remembered something about it, but he'd been more interested in downing as much hangover potion as he could, although it didn't seem to be as strong as it should be. Although that might have been Minerva's fault, the way she was glaring at him and Charlie reminded him of when he was a second year and had turned his table into a tarantula instead of a candle into a bird.

He was startled out of his thoughts when he realized that they were already at the statue outside Dumbledore's office.

"Lemon drops."

Bill's stomach started falling as they rode up the staircase; he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen here, something very bad. Oh shit!

"Mum!"

"Bill, Charlie, Ginny."

Her voice was like ice and she was glaring at them as though they were all eleven years old again, or the twins at any age.

"Neville."

"Gran!"

Unnoticed by every one but Drey Neville began to shake, his face had turned white and he was staring at his grandmother in shock. The three Weasleys weren't doing much better, Ginny was hiding behind her brother and all three were hiding behind Vince and Greg. Looking at Draco she could see anger in his face, although no one else would have been able to, and she could understand how he felt. Using her empathy she scanned the feeling of the three adults, Dumbledore had that same layer of intelligent senility covering his psyche, but she could feel the hatred underneath that all the teachers felt for Slytherins, and he wanted nothing more than to remove Harry and the rest of his Gryffindors from their grasp. Neville's grandmother was icy, but although she hated the Slytherins there was a sense of pride there, as though she was proud that Neville had stepped out on his own, but the force of Molly's emotions almost destroyed her composure. The woman hated the fact that three of her children were in this court (how dare she feel as though it was just a children's game), and she was filled with disgust at how close Bill and Drey were standing, obviously suspecting something was going on. Closing her mental doors Dey refocused her mind on the conversation around her.

Molly was yelling at her children, her face as red as her hair, probably not even knowing what she as saying, and the three of them were giving as good as they got, or at least trying, Neville and his grandmother were more discreet, standing in a corner, she earnestly talking, he quietly putting a word in where he could, Harry was violently arguing with Dumbledore, seemingly getting more incensed at every word the headmaster said. She and the rest of the Slytherins were just standing by the door where they had come in, all traces of hangovers had left the boys faces.

"We have to stop this."

"I know Drey."

"SILENCE!"

The scream that came from both of the twins was followed up by streams of fire erupting by each group of arguers, effectively silencing them. In that split second Vince and Greg telekinetically grabbed the three adult's wands, pulling them over and giving them to Blaise and Pansy as they moved to stand by the twins.

"Professor Dumbledore, would you mind explaining exactly what is going on here. At breakfast this morning you said that this would be a meeting between yourself and us, in order to sort out some problems that you seem to think exist and something that we wanted to speak to you about. There was never any mention about bringing family members into the equation."

The personality that Harry had got used to this term had disappeared; leaving only the Malfoy he had known for the last five years. Drey didn't look any better, the twins were standing side by side and their faces may as well have been carved from ice.

"I believed that it would be best for Mrs Weasley and Neville's grandmother to be present, they were contacted by members of Gryffindor house and were very worried about some of the rumours they were told about. I thought this would be a good time to sort everything out."

"Yes indeed. What do you people think you've done to my children? These boys are teachers; you'll have ruined their reputations, and my youngest, my only daughter, did you have to drag her into this! And give me back my wand."

The irate woman had started to storm towards the twins, but she was stopped by Vince and Greg who seated her in a chair, none to gently, and glared at the other woman in case she seemed to be about to make any threatening gestures. However she seemed content to just watch for the moment.

"First of all Mrs Weasley, could you please explain just how it is that we have ruined the reputation of three of your children. Without resorting to the childish prejudices against Slytherins and Malfoys."

Looking away from his mother who, being the fair minded person she usually was, was struggling to come up with a decent argument that didn't involve those three things, instead he looked to wards Pansy who was standing shoulder to shoulder with Drey, and was shocked by what he saw. This was why everyone was scare of the Slytherins, believed that they were evil; the two girls had their faces covered in an emotionless mask, they looked cold and calculating, fully capable of destroying everyone in this room, all the Slytherins did. And he had no illusions about whether or not they would, if they felt that they had to, actually Drey probably didn't want to destroy her boyfriend's mother, they might just permanently maim her. Deciding that probably wasn't a good idea to let this go on for much longer Charlie gathered up his Gryffindor courage and broke into his mother's tirade.

"Shouldn't we all just sit down and talk about this. Without killing each other.

Well that was it; hope you didn't hate it too much.

Morena Evensong: what Draco hated when he looked when he looked up was the sun reflecting through the water when he had a hangover.

Silverone3: the next coupling will definitely be the next chapter.

lasaireigh: they will remember, but it'll take a while

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lewna: sorry it was abrupt; everything's just gone a bit haywire round here

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