A/N: See I told you the next chapter wouldn't take forever. I had fun writing this one and I hope you guys have fun reading it. Thank you for reviewing my story, I really appreciate it. Umm if there is anything that is wrong let me know. I'm going to edit the whole story soon.Since Severus's name is wrong in the third chapter and the grammar that's shot to hell, but I'm going to wait until HBP comes out to do that just to make everything closer to what is going on in the books. Just know I'm about to do all that in order to make your reading pleasure even more enjoyable. Thanks guys! Now on to the stroy...

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"I really doubt that having them drinking, Dumbledore, is a good idea," McGonagall said as she shifted to a more comfortable position in her chair.

Dumbledore chuckled, "It's simply a way to loosen the two. Eventually they will not need alcohol to be civil to each other."

The door to the Headmaster's office opened and revealed Madame Hooch. "Professor, can I have a word about the up coming… What is going on?"

"Ahhh, Madame Hooch have a drink with us, and enjoy the show! We can talk about the Quiddich season later; I promise this will be worth watching."

The Quiddich coach cocked an eyebrow at the old man, but complied. She took a seat on the arm of Snape's chair and took the glass that Dumbledore supplied, "Is that that bookish girl that hangs out with Potter and Malfoy?"

"Yes it is, now let's watch," Snape said.

Hermione shook her head as Draco poured them both drinks. She sighed taking the drink from Malfoy, "I hope you realize that I'm going first since you started last time."

"I should go first, Granger."

"You aren't going to fight with me about who is going to start are you? That's pathetic!"

"No I go first because I'm a Malfoy, that's just how it is."

"Really? Well this time the Malfoy will have to deal with the fact that a Mudblood is going to go first. Are we clear? Good. So, I never found a girl attractive."

Draco downed his glass quickly, "What do you think I am? Gay?"

The Gryffindor shrugged, "Just making sure."

"That was completely stupid," the boy said, "I never sing in the shower."

Hermione laughed and swallowed the Firewhiskey. She nearly fell out of her chair when Draco downed his glass.

"Come on, the mighty arrogant jerk from Slytherin sings in the shower? My, my you are full of surprises."

"You'd be surprised at how many surprises I have up my sleeve. Go."

"I never had someone close to me go to Azkaban," Hermione said thinking hard.

"Why that one?"

Hermione downed her glass. She glanced over the table at Draco, "Aren't you going to drink?" She poured more of the amber liquid into the glass.

"No one close to me has gone to Azkaban. My father is only a father in blood. The man has never been close to either me or my mother."

"It must have been tough with him as a father."

Changing the subject he said, "Who did you know that went to Azkaban?"

"Hagrid…and someone else…though I didn't know him until after he got out. He was a good man." Hermione drank again more because the thought of Sirius brought back so many memories that she wasn't sure she wanted to face with Draco as her only company.

"Who was that someone else?"

"Isn't it your turn?"

"Can't answer the question?"

"Malfoy, if I remember correctly you refused to tell me who the I Never phrase from last time was referring to, so, if you don't mind, I'll be taking my pass. Thanks, just say something."

"You talk about him like he's dead."

"He is. Please just don't push it," Hermione pleaded with him looking into the Slytherin's eyes dead on.

Draco felt an odd sensation run down his spine when Hermione's eyes met his. He shook his head slightly to make the feeling stop, and said, "You brought it up."

"Yes, and I'm a moron. Just go."

A smirk spread across the boy's face as he gave the next phrase, "I never lied to a teacher."

They both drank of course. Draco flicked his wrist and both glasses filled instantly.

"You've lied to a teacher," asked the blonde boy.

"I do believe you've met my two best friends. In fact, the night that Harry, Ron and I became friends I lied to a teacher. It was that lie that brought us together. Well, with the two of them being my friends I have to cover their asses from time to time."

"What? Isn't that messed up lying to get people to be your friend?"

"No, it's not like that. Do you remember first year when the Troll got into the school? Ron had made fun of me earlier that day, so I went into a lavatory to get away from everyone. Well, to cry actually, because I wasn't at the Halloween Feast I didn't have any clue what was going on in the rest of the school. Harry had realized that I wasn't at the feast, so he and Ron went to look for me. They found me, but so had the troll. They managed to knock the troll out by luck. Then McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore found the three of us slightly bruised along with the knocked out troll, they were about to give out detentions until I told the teachers that I was there because I thought I could handle a troll. And they believed it! I was twelve! Like I was stupid enough to think I could handle a troll! I did it because it didn't matter how much the two put me though before; they managed to show, in one simple (and highly stupid) gesture, that they cared about my well being. That was all that mattered to me."

"I always wondered why you hung around those two dorks," Draco said swirling his glass casually.

"Come on, Harry and Ron are better Crabbe and Goyle are."

"And if you didn't notice I don't have them hanging around me anymore."

"Fair enough…I never…oh I don't know…I never have been so afraid of the Forbidden Forest that I've cried."

Draco drank, "That's a shot below the belt Granger. That was a long time ago. You'd be afraid of that place too if you went in there and saw what Potter and I saw."

"But as I recall Harry didn't go running, or cry."

"So I was a chicken shit as a kid, so sue me."

"Aww, the poor baby Malfoy was afraid of the scawy Frowest," Hermione joked.

He said obviously not picking up on her joke, "Are you on the rag or something?"

"Just go, Malfoy."

"I never cared for elfish welfare."

Hermione drank and refilled her glass. She reflected on her old organization for the house elves with a half smile. It was too bad that they didn't want to be released from their tedious lives waiting on wizards who took them for granted.

"Didn't you have some sort of pro house-elf organization? BARF or something?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the Slytherin's comment, "It was S.P.E.W. it stood for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. In fact it was a Malfoy house-elf that even made me think that S.P.E.W. could work…"

Draco gaped at Hermione, "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, back in fourth year I met this house-elf that I knew through Harry and apparently the house-elf, Dobby, was working for the Malfoys. Well he was soo happy being free, it wasn't until I met a house-elf named Winky that I realized that house-elves really don't want to be free. However, I do still believe that house-elves deserve better treatment."

"This Dubbie was a house-elf of mine?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I guess we have too many, and they all look the same. I never bothered learning their names. I don't blame Shoobie at all though, I'd be happier not being at that hell house."

"That's the kind of behavior toward house-elves that I want to prevent. Neglectful owners are wretched. How would you like to be raised by neglectful parents? It's the same thing!"

"Wow, umm, I really don't want to go into the politics of the whole barf thing so let's just continue with the 'I Never's okay," the blonde said shaking his head.

Hermione laughed, "Fine, I never used money to get where I wanted to be." The Gryffindor's eyes gleamed as she smirked taking a drink.

Draco, who had been taking a drink at the same time, almost spit out his Firewhiskey when her saw her drink.

"What the hell?"

"Muggles can have money too you know. Money does make things easier. I do like working for what I want, but that quality didn't arrive in my character until I started at Hogwarts and saw that this was my 'real' world and my Muggle heritage really couldn't help me. You made it perfectly clear that my heritage would hinder what I would become when my years at Hogwarts are over. Working hard will be the only way that I'll be able to get to were I want to establish myself in the Wizarding community."

The Slytherin's face was strained for a second, like he wanted to say something, but the look was wiped from his face in the next moment. Hermione had trouble believing it was there in the first place.

"I never felt the need to hum or sing in the morning." Draco said. He opened his mouth to say something to Hermione since she made no move to drink, but Hermione beat him to the punch.

"Never did have the urge to do either in the morning. You stereotyped all Gryffindor's as being obnoxiously happy in the morning. In order to keep you're little fantasy world alive I decided to comply with your views. After all you were right with your whole Mudblood mania," she said with sarcasm.

"You could have proved me wrong, Granger," he failed to mention to which of her remarks he was referring to.

"Well, you seem so heartfelt in your stand for riding Hogwarts of all muggle-born students that I thought it'd be best to keep your views to how Gryffindor Tower wakes up every morning. We have dance rehearsal every other Tuesday evening, just to let you know. You can join us any time you like."

"My views about life have been misguided."

"What? Did I hear you correctly?"

"Isn't it your turn?"

"No, tell me what you mean by that? Seriously."

"Maybe I'll get into it some other time. Now isn't the time, go or else I will."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Fine…I never thought that rain was sexy."

Draco drank to that and cocked an eyebrow at the girl across from him. "Why not?"

"Because it's cliché and if there is something that I hate more than anything is cliché romances."

"That's funny, I used to think that way."

"What changed your mind about it?"

Draco sighed, "If I tell you, you can't say a word to anyone. I haven't said a word about your tattoo so you can return the favor, Granger."

"Fair enough," Hermione said with a nod.

"Well it was a rainy day in the beginning of last school year. I was out flying and it started raining so I decided to go back in. As I was walking back to the castle, I saw this girl. She was laughing in the rain. She had her arms stretched out spinning. I fell in love with her then. It was the most innocent thing that I've seen; she didn't care who saw her. If it had been any other time I'd have thought the girl had lost her marbles, but she was different. I fell for her in that moment. After that every time when it rained I thought of her."

Draco had an odd look on his face Hermione noticed. She believed him. He looked like he was remembering it, and on his face was a trace of a smile. It made her want to know more. For years he was always this bad boy who had no feelings other than hatred for everything and everyone, now suddenly it seemed that boy was just a memory.

"That's it? I mean, like, did you ask her out or what," she wanted to know more about this girl that could make the ice that surrounded the youngest Malfoy melt.

"I didn't do anything. I continued along my merry little way. I tried to push the thoughts of her from my mind, but she was in classes and I couldn't shake the image of her. It was burned into my mind forever. Besides, Malfoy's aren't allowed to fall in love."

"That's ridiculous. I'm sure even Malfoy's have the capability to fall in love."

Draco just laughed. It was a mocking laugh directed at him, "I guess it would be my turn, then…"

"Actually, Malfoy, I'm getting tired. I think I'm going to head to bed. Don't think that you're off the hook, boy, I'm still singing tomorrow morning. Good night," Hermione smiled at him and got up draining her glass.

"Yeah, sleep would probably be a good thing. Night Granger," though he made no move to get out of his chair. Instead he stayed still in his chair staring at the bottle of Firewhiskey long after Hermione had left him.

In Dumbledore's office the four teachers were still watching the fireplace intently until Hermione had gone to bed.

"Well, I'm starting a pool on when those two are going to get together. Ten Galleons to enter and you pick the week you think they will get together. I'll have it all sorted out tomorrow… It's just a matter of time until they are together. Don't they remind you of James and Lily?" Madame Hooch said excitedly, as if it were a Quiddich pool she was organizing.

"Honestly, betting on the silly romances of students! That's ludicrous," exclaimed McGonagall.

"I'll take the week of Halloween," Dumbledore said with a chuckle, "come by my office when you have it all sorted out Madame. Loosen up Minerva; it's just a bit of fun."

Snape said, "I happen to agree with McGonagall in this instance, Albus. Surely the staff's focus should be on the students?"

"Well, of course, Severus. That is exactly what we are doing. Only now, we will have a tad bit of fun doing it. So Madame Hooch I expect you to have everything together by tomorrow evening. Now, I must catch up on some sleep that I've been missing out on lately. I bid you all adieu."