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Chapter 6

The Malfoys were cluttered in a corner table together, Lucious downing every drink that was placed in front of him while Narcissa gave him a worried look. Draco just sat there with a vacant expression and a drink in his hand. Yaxely and Dolhov sat at the end of the bar, oppisite to myself, trying to find a girl drunk enough to shag the both of them. It looks like they've become best freinds. Bellatrix was, of course, being her abnoxious self on the dance floor with a drink in her hand. Yeah, she's not already wasted. The bartenter was eyeing her up while washing glasses. It seemed like everyone in Voldemort's "close knitt circle" was here at The Spotted Wolf. Though that's really not much of a surprise seeing as the bar is just down the street from the Malfoy Manor.

"What?" I turned around annoyed. Snape was tapping my shoulder, interrupting my conversation with the handsome young man whose name I didn't even know. We were discusing how truely awful the band that's playing tonight is. He left with a defeated look on his face when he saw Severus. I turned to him and hoped my eyes would burn him from the inside to the out.

"Well, never mind now," Snape said downing the remainder of his fire whiskey and muttering something that sounded like "you sure got that stare down." If that's what he said than he had to be refering to my father. He taught me his death glare. You know the one that makes you squirm. Damn right, I got that down.

"What?" I frowned. He may have ruined the evening for me after all.

"Never mind," He blew me off raising a hand toward the bartender to get another drink.

"But now I wanna know," I stated rubbing my shoulder. "And did you really have to tap so hard?"

"Yeah, because that really hurt you," he looked at me in disbelief. "And now I don't want to talk to you," he turned his head away from me childishly.

"Oh, bloody hell, and they say I'm a Drama Queen," I rolled my eyes.

"That would be because you are," Severus retorted.

"Okay, then that would make you...what exactly?" I asked as the bartender placed Snape's new drink in front of him and took his empty glass.

"Thank you," he said to the bartender, who nodded in turn then went about his business. "Umm, sane," he answered my question.

Umm, random much. Whatever I'll go with it. "No. I was going for completely demented."

"And what, precisely, does that have to do with being dramatic?"

"Nothing. Besides you're the one who said that you are sane. What does that have to do with drama?"

"Point taken."

"Yes! 1-0, I'm winning."

"What? When did this become a game?"

"Just now."

"I'll take another" Bella waved down the bartender, stepping between our bar stools making me jump. I didn't see her coming at all.

"Right away, Madame," he answered politely.

"Why so serious?" she asked the both of us.

I burst out laughing. Both Bella and Severus gave me "are you ok?" looks. When I didn't stop, they looked at eachother and Severus wound his finger by the side of his head.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I said trying to stop laughing. "It's just that, well, isn't your cousin's name Sirius. You know the blood traitor."

"Yes. Aren't you brilliant? I still don't see why that's so funny. And might I remind you that I killed the blood traitor," she stated sounding far less drunk than she looked.

"There you are. Is there anything else I can get you, Madame Lestrange?" the bartender asked with a smile on his face.

"No, thank you." Bella smiled at him sweetly and walked back to the dance floor.

"I'd watch yourself if I were you." I told the bartender.

"Why would I need to do that?" he asked.

I leaned across the counter and he did the same. "Well, I hear that she's You Know Who's slut," his face turned pale white as I whispered "Don't want to get into it with him would you?" He shook his head and walked away looking rather depressed.

"What in the bloody hell did you tell him?" Severus asked, seriously concerned for the man's well being.

"Oh, nothing much, you know just the common knoledge that Bella is my father's slut."

"What?" He sat with his mouth open for a minute. "Wait is that even true. I mean we all kinda suspect, but to actually know."

"I know just as much as you do. I just think that the poor man could do better than Bellatrix Lestrange over there," I pointed my thumb back behind us to where she was dancing at. "Besides, you know I like starting shit."

"This is gonna come back and bite you in the arse."

"Like I care."