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PREVIOSLY:

"On the count of three."

Fred and Crabbe placed themselves carefully, ready to grab their pitches at the end of the count.

"One... Two... Two and a half... Two and three quarters..."

"LUNA!" the eight Gryffindor's yelled in exasperation even as the Slytherin's snarled, "LOVEGOOD!"

"Fine, fine, keep your knickers on," Luna said amusedly. "THREE!"

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Fred and Crabbe grabbed their pitchers as fast as was humanly possible and started chugging.

"Come on Fred, you can do it!" Luna cheered, then remembered that she wasn't a Gryffindor. "You too Vince, with all that eating you do this should be a walk in the park. Chug!"

Well, she's definitely right about the eating thing, Harry thought with a smirk, I bet that Dudley would have been perfect to get on the team in that case.

"YEAH FRED, CHUG, YOU CAN DO IT MATE!" George screamed in Fred's ear, while getting ready to down his pitcher the moment that his twin's hit the table.

"CRABBE YOU BETTER START CHUGGING THAT FUCKING PITCHER LIKE YOU FUCKING LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!" came Goyle's frantic yell from next to his fat best friend.

Gordon Ramsay (from Hell's Kitchen) eat your heart out, Harry sniggered, wondering why the Slytherin's made such a big fuss out of being eloquent when they had house members like Goyle who said fuck almost constantly.

"DONE!" Crabbe said gasping for air as he slammed his pitcher on the table. The instant Crabbe's pitcher touch the wood of the table, Goyle grasped his pitcher and started downing his. Not a second later Fred slammed his pitcher while George caught up to Goyle.

"COME ON GEORGE " hollered Seamus from down the table. Looking around Harry saw that half of the student body (and thankfully still no teachers) had crowded around the Slytherin table and began a deafening chant, "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

"Oh... it's head to head now, who will finish first? The fat one on the right or the fat one on the left ?!" Luna commentated loudly (and much better than she did on quidditch games Harry thought) and smiled innocently at both George and Goyle, who only glared back at her. Taking a very large swallow, Goyle's dark eyes started to water as he swallowed the burning liquid but soon he threw his pitcher on the table with George following suit quickly after.

"COME ON SEAMUS, YOUR IRISH, YOUR SHOULD KNOW HOW TO DRINK!" Harry yelled, looking down the table at his friend as he picked up his full pitcher and reversed its status with six very large gulps. Impressive- if only he was that good at magic, he might still have eyebrows.

"That's how you... *burp* "drink mates," Seamus said with pride.

"HURRY UP, YOU GIT!" Graham shouted at Urquhart from his right who was struggling with his last swallow while Dean was about half way done with his.

"Mate I'm not feeling too well,"Crabbe said gagging while Goyle gripped onto the table tightly, clearly hoping that that would help the world halt in its spinning.

"You best not throw up Crabbe or your team loses " the Twins say teasing him .

"I WON'T GINGER'S," Crabbe shouted at a spot just to the left of the twins- apparently he's seeing double then; that's scary with the twins in sight, Harry grinned- with his pupils dilated and deep green glazed over.

"You got this Cormac " Luna cheered over Crabbe's yelling, while Graham slammed his pitcher on the table almost breaking it as Marcus tried to catch up to Cormac.

"Come on McLaggen, I bet you if Hermione was here then you would be drinking that shit in one gulp," Ron yelled making Ritchie and Harry cracked up.

Every Slytherin in the room was now chanting 'Marcus' as Flint drank- just adding to the rest of the student's chant's of gulp- raising the volume to a earsplitting point. If a teacher didn't hear this and come running then it would be a miracle. To Harry's annoyance this really seemed to spur him on because not a moment later he threw his pitcher down, out doing McLaggen.

"Come on Lucian," Valsey, a Puerto Rican boy with a buzz cut who Harry had never really talked to- course I haven't, he's a Slytherin, he reminded himself- hazel eyes and a small diamond earring in left ear from the current Slytherin drinker's left cheered.

"Yeah Lucian, what the cute Puerto Rican boy said" Luna yelled making Valsey smirk from the compliment .

"Luna do you even know Valsey?" Dean asked her incredulously.

"No but why only cheer for your team? I'm not a Gryffindor or Slytherin, so I should be egging everyone on."

"Just let it be, you how Luna is Dean," Seamus whispered to his best mate. Shrugging Dean turned to see Ritchie and Bole throw their pitchers onto the table in unison.

"Come one Ron you got this mate!" Yelled Luna and the Gryffindor team, causing another chant from the non-Slytherin observers, of 'Ron!'

"Ron, think of it as chess," Harry yelled as he held on to the final pitcher with a death grip. "You never lose!"

"Valsey you got this mate, your Hispanic, Hispanics know how to drink too," yelled the boy who Harry assumed was his best mate, Urquhart from down the table.

"DONE!" yelled Ron throwing his hands up in victory after throwing down his pitcher.

"DONE!" Valsey shouted right after Ron.

"It's down to the last two, Harry vs. Miles. Who will win? The boy-who-lived or the boy-with-the-red-hair-that-makes-him-look-like-a-Weasley?

"HEY!!!" Harry heard the Twins and Ron shout simultaneously, apparently more than a little offended at Luna's comment. He doubted that that bothered her in the slightest.

Miles chugged his pitcher like his life was on the line as for Harry, he took his sweet time.

"Oh... come on Harry , Bletchley is almost done , hurry up! Ron said banging his fist on the table.

If only they knew, Harry thought, smirking into his pitcher and trying not to grimace as every mouthful of the firey substance within raced down his throat and seeminlty burned trails through his veins, that I really couln't care less about winning, because I have something better up my sleeve. While Harry laughed internally, Bletchely slammed his empty pitcher on the Slytherin table and all the Snake's cheered in their victory.

"Slytherin Wins!" yelled Luna with a smile on her face as she watched Urquhart and Bole jump on top the bench and start doing a victory dance not caring that they were both wasted.

"We won, so, the four-hundred galleons belongs to us," Graham said snatching the black bag with the gold inside it. "Now we have Quidditch practice let's go!"

"What the hell Harry!" said Ron, looking at him while he just smiled evilly back. "And why the hell are you smiling? We just lost."

"Yeah why are you smiling, Harry? Is there something that you forgot to tell us?" Dean asked after all the Slytherins left with their winning team and the Great Hall went back to normal (well as normal as it ever was anyways).

"Yes, you are hiding something, Harry, so pray do tell," Luna said walking up to the group of Gryffindor boys.

"Well..." Harry began slowly and allowed his mischevious smile to spread further across his features, "let's just say that the four-hundred galleons I put on the table...weren't Galleons.

"Then what were they?"

"Chocolate galleons from Zonko's!" The Twin's realised and Harry smiled and nodded.

"That's very Slytherin of you Harry," Seamus said giving him a slap on the back.

"Well ... what can I say I was supposed to be in Slytherin," Harry said smiling innocently. Took a bloody long argument to stop the blasted hat from putting me there, too.

"Us as well," the twins said in sync as they walked back to their table with the rest of the Gryffindor Drinking Team in tow.

"But we thought it would be more fun to bug Percy and Charlie..." Fred said.

"...Yeah so we asked to sorting hat to put us in Gryffindor..."George added.

Fred smirked, "and if it didn't we told the hat that we would steal him from Dumbledore's office and throw him into the Slytherin fireplace."

"What!" Ron shouted at his brothers. "You guys never told me that you were suppose to be in Slytherin"

"We told Ginny" the Twins shrugged, like that explained everything.

"Anyways, should we go see the Slytherin's practice," McLaggen said in a bored voice- idiot probably misses hitting on Hermione, Harry thought with a sneer. He was getting pretty good at the snobby Slytherin thing.

"Yeah lets go," Harry said, "but I think Hermione would love to see it too, so I'll make up something to get her out of class- it doesn't hurt that Professor Vector falls for my every word," he tacked on the end as he lifted himself off of the bench and headed for the door.

"OK mate, we'll see you out by the Quidditch pitch and if you happen to see Luna's twin and his italian boyfriend. Tell them to hurry their asses down to the pitch to see their dumb ass team mates act stupid" Ron called to him and Harry noticed that he was watching Luna from the corner of his blue eyes to gauge her reaction to his quip. But he was clearly disappointed when Luna didn't do or say anything about his little joke.

"Right... " Harry said, pretending to be confused and unable to tell that Ron was just joking, as he left the Great Hall behind to crash Hermione's Arithmancy class.

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Knocking on the door to Professor Vector, Arithmancy class, Harry waited for the Professor to open the door.

"Mr. Potter " Professor Vector greeted somewhat enthusiastically.

"Hello Professor, I'm so sorry I interrupted your class, but Professor Dumbledore need to see Hermione in his office, something about Head Girl Duties" Harry told, lying threw his teeth.

"Of course, I'll tell Ms. Granger" Professor Vector said walking over to where Hermione was while Harry stood by the door and started talking to Michael Corner about what happen in the Great Hall.

"What's going on Harry?" Hermione asked, seeming worried, as soon as Harry had closed the door and they had began to walk down the corridor.

"Nothing," he said with a nonchalant shrug, "it was all a lie; Dumbledore doesn't need to see you, I just made it up to get you out of class."

"What! Why?" Hermione asked shrilly, stopping in the middle of the corridor to wait for an explanation.

"That's so Slytherin," Harry said to her tauntingly with the smallest of sneers on his face. I deserve an Oscar- that'll fool any lurking Snakes. Hermione frowned at him and he sighed and shook his head slightly. "You'll see once we get down to the Quidditch pitch," he told her, grabbing onto her arm and rushed- well, rushing for a Snake anyway- down the corridor.

Coming down the same corridor in the opposite direction was Zabini and Malfoy, wearing their quidditch uniform, broomsticks in hand.

"Uh oh, I don't think that they're happy to see us," Hemione whispered in Harry's ear and he snorted despite the fact that he thought that she was probably being perfectly serious.

"I agree," he muttered back to her, "just the look on their faces suggests that their ready to kill." Hermione giggled at this and he smiled as they made their way across the entrance hall and the courtyard, to the Quidditch pitch.

"Hey Potty, Mudblood, what do you think you're doing? The Slytherin's have the Quidditch pitch today!" Yelled Malfoy from behind the pair.

"Oh we know, Malfoy," Harry said, spinning around to look at Malfoy with a Slytherin smirk adorning his face. "And if I were you then I would be getting my pale ass down there as soon as possible," he added before turning back to Hermione and putting his arm around her shoulders. She seemed to be really struggling not to laugh as they started to walk away.

But they hadn't taken even two steps when Draco grabbed onto Hermione's arm and forced them to backtrack. He leaned down close to Hermione and Harry caught the threatening words he whispered in her ear, "don't think that I haven't forgotten about this morning Granger."

Hermione moved Harry's arm so that she could turn and face Malfoy. Grabbing onto his green tie in a motion so fast that it made Malfoy visibly flinch. "I'm not going to hit you Draco," she said his name low and soft, almost lovingly from Harry's point of view, as she tugged him towards her until he was on her eye level, "all I was going to say," Hermione paused, looking into his stormy grey eyes, now close enough to feel his breath on her lips, "is good. I wouldn't wish for you to ever forget it."

Harry snorted as she pushed Malfoy away from her, leaving him looking very confused and they continued towards the pitch.

"Look here comes Harry and Hermione," Ron called happily then added, "and there's your twin and his Italian boyfriend," to Luna who just nodded as she watched Zabini walking beside a red faced Malfoy. Is he blushing, she wondered silently.

"Hey Ron, Luna," Hermione said, plopping down beside Luna. "So what's this about you having a twin, I didn't know that you had one?"

"I didn't know either," Luna replied with a shrug, "but Ronald says that I have one, so I believe him."

Harry snorted softly as he listened to Luna explaining her strange way of thinking to his straight forward, factual friend. Well partly that and partly the fact that Crabbe was now trying to mount his broom for the third time, but fell face down in the mud again.

"O..kay," Said Hermione's voice and Harry knew that she was desperate to hear how this strange idea had came about, she hated being confused, "Ron, explain?"

"It's just a joke," came the reply from his best friend, "Luna said that Bletchly looked like a Weasley with his red hair and blue eyes, so I said that Malfoy was her twin because they're both pale with white blonde hair and grey eyes."

Hermione burst out laughing, aparantly finding the idea of Malfoy and Luna being twins highly amusing.

"What's so funny Mudblood?" Malfoy snapped as he watched Hermione clutching her stomach and trying to halt the laughter long enough to answer him.

"You..." Hermione giggled, as she pointed at Malfoy, "and her," she snorted again, gesturing to Luna- who Harry saw was now blushing because Zabini was eyeing her up from his position behind Malfoy. Hermione was still giggling in a most un-Slytherin-like manner.

When Hermione noticed Luna's blush she seemed to sober a little and told him off for making it in the firstplace, however funny she might think it was. "Don't be embarrassed Luna, you should just be pissed off at Ron for making a joke like that. You and Malfoy twins, ha funny. Who would ever... and I mean ever want to be related to that thing," Hermione said, regaining her Slytherin composure and sneering while Draco glared at her.

"How dare you?!..." Malfoy snapped in anger and stormed up to her to tell her off but Hermione interrupted him, she was refusing to take his shit.

"How dare you speak to me like that, do you even know who I am?" Hermione said mocking Malfoy by acting just like him.

"As much as we would love to see Malfoy get his ass kicked again," Fat Fred said coming in between them.

"And we would really love to see that, but we have a problem," Fat George said looking up at the Ravenclaw Quidditch Tower where a few 5th year Ravenclaw students were with Seamus, Dean, Ritchie and McLaggen

"What's the problem?" Harry asked trying, but failing to see what the Ravenclaws were doing that caused any sort of issue.

"Well you see," George started but Fred interrupted... "We tried to convince Lucian Bole that he can't fly without a broom, but still he doesn't believe us."

"So..." the Twins said together, "he's about to throw himself off the tower..."

"What! He about to throw himself off the Ravenclaw Quidditch Tower to prove you guys wrong?!" Hermione yelled frantically as she ran towards the tower with Malfoy close behind her.

Merlin, this isn't good, Harry thought, frowning and suddenly thinking that getting people with brooms- or without brooms apparently- this pissed.

"We thought he was just joking," Fred said as he and Harry also ran for Ravenclaw stand tower.

"You don't joke with drunk people like that," Harry yelled as they bounded up to the tower and all the way to the back of the benches.

"Wait Lucian is drunk, what! How?" Zabini said speaking for the first time since they got to the field.

"Don't do it Bole!" Harry heard Dean yelled as they got closer, and as thankfully Zabini seemed to forget about enquiring about why Bole was drunk in the first place.

"Move" Malfoy shouted as he made his way to Bole. "Lucian don't do it mate," he said watching one of his teammates look down at his death.

"Draco, don't came any closer, cause I'm going to prove to those fucking Fat Twins how wrong they are."

The world around them seemed to slow and Harry shut his eyes as Bole made the jump.

"NO!" everyone yelled as they watched the Slytherin fall through the empty air.

"Aresto Momentum," someone intoned from below and as the spell hit Bole his fall slowed, until he stopped a mere inch away from the ground.

Neville... Harry sighed in relief, recognising the voice and thanking Merlin that they hadn't caused a student's death after all.

"It's Neville," Hermione said from beside Harry as she remembered that he had been wearing all black , Slytherin tie with white skinny jeans.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" Neville yelled up at all of them as they all looked down at him from the tower while Bole just burst out laughing.

"What a rush," Bole said as he looked up at Neville and then looked up from where he jumped off from to yell up at the Twins, "see you fat fucks, I can fly without a broom."

"Mate you totally flew, that was awesome," another piss drunk Slytherin said, stumbling up to Bole and sitting down with his teammate while everyone up in the Ravenclaw Quidditch Tower came running to the three boys down below.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING LUCIAN?!" Malfoy and Zabin yelled, now that they had realised that Bole was out of danger.

"He was thinking he could fly..." Luna said in her dreamy voice, causing Harry to snort softly.

"And we guess he proved us wrong," the Twins chuckled.

"Shut up that's not funny he could have died!' Hermione shouted, pushing the twins aside and coming up to stand between Zabini and Malfoy.

How to placate her? Hmmm... It's impossible... Harry thought, therefore he might as well just annoy her. "Well... Now, he can say that he's the boy-who-lived-after-jumping-off-the-Ravenclaw-Quidditch-Tower... drunk," he said with clear amusement coloring his voice.

"HELP!" came a shout from behind the group. Harry turned back to the field to see Marcus Flint running up to them, clearly terrified.

"What's happening now?" Ron asked him, looking at Flint trying to catch his breath.

"It's gone, one minute it was in my hand then the next it's disappeared... it was like magic," Flint said- I'm sure I remember telling Uncle Vernon that once, Harry thought with a small smile- "and now Madam Hooch is going to kill me for losing it.

"I bet the Nargles took it," Luna said getting Flint's full attention.

Flint's eyes widened, "really, Nargles?" he asked quiet seriously.

"Yes, they infest mistletoe and are mischievous thieves so here," Luna told him, holding out her butterbeer cork necklace, "this keeps the Nargles away."

"Your fucking joking right?" Malfoy said incredulously before asking his teammate inpatiently, crossing his arms, "Nargles? And exactly what is it that you lost Marcus?"

"I ... I lost The Golden Snitch," Flint said with a smile on his face as he played with Butterbeer cork necklace that was now around his neck, "but that's not all, Greg and Vince let the Bludgers loose and now... Bludgers are after all of us."

Flint was starting to sound a little pathetic to Harry's ears, not that it wasn't funny of course.

"Are you drunk too Flint?" Zabini asked.

"NO!" Marcus smiled and giggled like a little girl.

"Are all of you drunk?" Zabini asked the other Slytherin's who had been on the drinking team, with a small sigh.

"Drunk, us, no..." said Montague laughing along with Flint and Bole.

"Great they're fucking drunk," Malfoy muttered, walking back to the field with Zabini, to stop the Bludgers and find the snitch.

While his least favourite Slytherin stormed off toward the pitch, Harry turned to Neville wanting to know what the boy was doing there. "Neville what were you doing out here? I thought you were fucking that little Greengrass girl?" he asked.

"I was, but now I'm hiding from Greengrass' older sister and Nott. Did you guys know that Astoria Greengrass is dating Theodore Nott?" Neville said smirking, clearly thinking it was funny that he was impersonating Theodore Nott and shagging his girl. "Nott walked in on us..."

"No way Longbottom you shagged Astoria Greengrass!" Bole and Montague said with drunken awe. Bole put in ,"Theodore has been trying to hit that for well over three months." They walked away from Ravenclaw tower, leaving Hermione and drunk Flint behind them.

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Neville walked off with Bole and Montague to begin telling the boys exactly what he did to Astoria Greengrass in the fourth floor boys bathroom. Hermione turned away from them, not really wanting to join that particular conversation- not while Neville was acting like a womanizer at least.

"Hello," Flint said, also not following the group and putting his arm around her shoulder. "Have I seen you before?" he asked as Hermione stiffened.

"Yes Flint," Hermione replied as Flint put half his drunken weight on her small body, "it's me, Hermione..."

"Oh," Flint said, "well do you want to hear a secret Hermione? But you have to promise not to tell Granger," he whispered softly in her ear as she helped him walk back towards the castle.

"I am Gra..."

"Shh Hermione," he said, putting a finger over her lips, "Granger might hear us."

"Okay Flint-"

"Marcus," he interrupted.

She sighed, now getting pretty curious as she put an arm around his waist to balance him. "Alright Marcus, tell me this secret."

"Well..." Marcus began, "have you ever wondered why Draco hates Granger so much?" He stumbled and would have fallen if it wasn't for Hermione holding on to him.

"It's because I... It's because she's a Mudblood, Gryffindor and Harry Potter's best friend," Hermione answered while Marcus shook his head in a 'no' to each answer that she gave him. "Then why does he hate me... I mean her so much?"

"Because," Marcus softly whispered, not catching Hermione's slip ups, "Granger's the one girl that he can never have and it kills him."

Hermione cocked her head in confusion. "Why?"

"Because he likes her so much... Maybe even loves her..."

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WHO DOES LUNA HAVE A CRUSH ON ? GUESS.

AND NOW EVERYONE KNOWS NEVILLE IS IMPERSONATING THEODORE NOTT , A LITTLE TO WELL.

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