A/n: So sorry about the long long long wait for this update, a lot have things kind of happened. Life just rolls on you know? Anyway, I do not own the characters in this story they belong to J.K. Rowling. Deal with it and don't sue.

Chapter 5

"Butterbeer…Or Is It?"

All was quiet when the four walked into The Leaky Cauldron. Whispers were spreading like wildfire about "the Malfoy boy" and the Boy-Who-Lived together in one room. However the whispers ceased when they saw the glares exchanged between the boys. Draco was about to sit next to Hermione but immediately stop when he caught the glare from Ron. Instead he was stuck sitting next to Harry.

"Four butterbeers please," said Ron. The bartender quickly got some drinks from under the counter. He started giving them the bottles, but when he got to Draco he winked and gestured to the bottle. Draco warily picked it up and a note fell from it. Luckily, the others hadn't noticed, Harry and Ron had been too busy trying to act as if he weren't there and Hermione was too busy thinking about who knows what to realize. Draco carefully opened the note. Good work, boy. It said. Just then, Harry spoke up.

"Excuse me sir, where's Tom?" He asked the bartender. He seemed to slur a bit as he asked so.

"Oh, uh, he was a bit under the weather so I took his place…" the bartender replied, once again winking at Draco. Realization dawned on Draco in seconds. He hadn't noticed just how many butterbeers the others had been going through, how fast they seemed to be drinking them, and the dreamy look that seemed to appear on all three faces. They're drunk, thought Draco, Completely wasted!

"Hey Hermione! Do you think I could have a sip of that butterbeer, I can't afford another one…" Hermione's expression immediately got vicious.

"No…hic….way it's…hic…miiiine!" She responded. Draco grabbed one of Harry's empty bottles and sniffed it. Firewhisky. He knew the scent. His father had drank it often. Too often, he thought.

"DON'T DRINK ANYMORE! IT'S FIREWHISKY!" All eyes turned to Draco as he shouted. As they slowly started to comprehend, the bartender suddenly turned dangerous.

Five Death Eaters suddenly Apparated in and surrounded them. All of them were glaring fiercly at Draco. Then they turned there attention to the cowering trio, yes cowering, they were way too drunk to be brave. Draco acted fast, he grabbed Hermione in a tight embrace and Apparated to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, he thought they'd be safe there. Hermione immediantly spewed all over when they appeared in the shop. Then the realization hit him. He'd forgotten the others!!

Draco quickly Dissaparated back into the Leaky Cauldron, roughly grabbed the two boys who were still in shock and Apparated back to the joke shop. Harry and Ron joined Hermione in the spewing, when Fred and George came.

"Oy! Not on the Pigmy Puffs!" shouted Fred.

"Have you been sampling our Skeiving Snackboxes?" asked George.

"Fred! George! You've got to help them! They've been intoxicated by Death Eaters!" exclaimed Draco. The twins turned to glare at Draco.

"What are you doing here? Get out of my shop you filthy little Death Eater in training!" they shouted.

"You don't understand!! Hermione took me in and then she fell off a broom and she got better so we went to the Leaky Cauldron to celebrate and then the bartender sneaked them Fire Whisky instead of butterbeer so now they're drunk!" Draco explained in a rush.

"And you expect us to believe that?" Fred asked with obvious dislike showing in his eyes.

"I…" Draco started but was interupted by an extremely drunk Ronald.

"I WANT TO BE A…hic…DEATH EATER!!! THEY GET…hic… COOL POINTY HATS!!" screamed Ron when he was done vomiting. The twins looked at Draco in astonishment.

"Come on, let's get these gits back to the Order," they said.