Author's Note: So, another chapter for your reading pleasure. For those of you who don't know what Lifetime is, it's a TV channel that has a lot of teen drama shows and movies. Lifetime movies are famous (at least around here) for being a girl's best friend when they get dumped, or for women going through a midlife crisis. They basically all have the single plot line of girl with family/social troubles, something dramatic happens, she struggles through and triumphs.

Anyway, let me know what you think, review!

Draco let himself into his apartment and closed the door. Bloody Granger. Obviously she would show up now and mess up my life. He thought, and snorted. I bet she does it just for kicks. He peeked out his window, watching her stumble through her doorway and close the door. She was definetly way more drunk than he was, he mused, walking into his kitchen. He grabbed a potion, his own creation, that would erase all the side effects of being mildly sloshed. He threw it back in one gulp, his face screwing at the taste. What he owuldn't do to make that not taste like bat shit. He put the bottle in the sink, and moved over to fall into his sofa. He found the remote to the Muggle box, and flipped though the guide, finding his favorite channel. He thought the shows were a little on the girly side, but the movies they played were very dramatic and heart-wrenching. He rarely went a day without watching one of those movies, and now Blaise had shown him that he could record them, they were a steady presence in his apartment. He especially like the channel's name: Lifetime.

He had no idea what to do for the rest of the night. Sleep was something he could do, he supposed, but he really wasn't in the mood for sleeping. He opted to just sit in front of the TV and do nothing: something quite unfamiliar to him. He always tried to be active; if not doing something, planning something. But right now all he was gong to do was sit. And replay that part of the night where Hermione had looked as though she wanted to kiss him.

He was twenty whole minutes into his sitting and analyzing when there was a knock at his door. He growled momentarily, then paused the TV and went to see who it was. Pansy stood there, holding a bag of cookies and some milk.

"Hello, Drake." She smiled, holding the food out as an offering. "May I come in?"

Pansy was his best friend. Her and Blaise were what kept him sane and grounded and altogether human. They knew everything about him, and he knew everything about both of them. With the exception of one or two things: they were Slytherin, after all. But Pansy dropping by past the usual visiting hours was rare. She was a relatively open-minded person, but she had been raised by purebloods and their strict manners. She always abided by those rules, even if it meant that her apartment always had to be cleaner than everyone else's, or that she dressed and acted for pride rahter than comfort most of the time. Pansy dropping by with cookies at this hour was like an I-killed-your-favorite-pet-then-dismembered-and-ate-it-sorry.

Draco glared at her, annoyed at the fact that she had interrupted his thoughts and even further annoyed by the fact that she had done something bad and now wanted his forgiveness. "Whatever." He moved aside, and she set both of her packages down on his counter.

"What'd you do this time, Pansy? If you 'accidently' found the password to my Gringotts account and 'made the mistake' of thinking it was yours then emptying out over half of my savings in one day again, I swear they will not find your body."

"Draco! Of course that was an accident, and this isn't half as bad as that was!"

He shot her an unimpressed look. "I just went to a block party, got most of the way drunk, and ended up walking Hermione Granger home and almost kissing her. I still can't decide if I want what you're about to say to be worse than that or not."

"Of course it's not as bad as- what?" Pansy knew about his long-term crush on his bushy-haired classmate. She also knew that it was unlikely for those two to ever get around their past. "How in the name of Merlin's saggy- bloody hell Draco, what were you thinking?"

He glared at her. "If you must know, I was thinking that I've fancied her since I was thirteen and this was the most she'd ever talked to me in a civil manner. Is that really so bad?" Not that he doubted her answer, but still...

"Yes, Draco, yes! It is bad! What on earth are you going to do now?"

He rolled his eyes, using his wand to quickly lock his door, and made his way back to the couch. "I don't know, Pans. Can you pass me a cookie?" Pansy smirked a little and grabbed two cookies for them both, handing one off to Draco and sitting on the couch next to him.

"Damn, I sure hope your dad doesn't hear about this."

He shuddered. "Yeah, me too."

Gregory Goyle sat on the bench, reviewing what he had just learned. Hermione had changed since Hogwarts. He would never have envisioned the Gryffindor Virgin Princess as the type to go out drinking with her friends. It was one of the reasons he had chosen this assignment, because it had seemed just so damn easy. But his job, apparently, would just keep on getting harder. Draco Malfoy, Draco of all people, had been drinking with her. Talking with her. When they had started walking home together, Greg had been ready to hex them both if they had gone into the same room. Which, in his mind then, had been the only ecplination for why they were both walking together. But he had just seen them, turning and walking into separate rooms. What a bonus! He had tracked down Draco Malfoy!

Theodore Nott had been hounding Lucius in his old age, trying to get the old man to tell them where Draco was. To use his recouses to track down Draco. But no, at the first sign of the resurrection of the Death Eaters, he had promptly disowned his son and stopped all contact. When they heard that part of it had to do with the fact that Draco was now against "these sorts of things", it simply went from "find Draco and let him know he can help rule the world" to "find Draco and let's have a good fight before we murder him as an example".

Gregory looked up at the top floor of the apartment building as if it would reveal all the answers. Why had they looked almost friendly walking up? There had been that moment when they had gotten so close. He thought they were going to kiss! Greg chuckled softly at his own stupidity, then quickly flipped his Muggle hood over his head when he heard someone coming.

Glancing at the sound of heels, he peered through his lashes. What was Pansy doing here at this hour? She walked up to Draco's apartment with her hands full of... cookies and milk? She knocked, and as he watched the door open he could hear faintly hear her say, "Hello, Drake," and something probably alone the lines of 'sorry' and 'can I come in?'. He pulled out his wand once the door shut, tapping it to his skull. Silvery liquid went from his head into a small bottle, the memories of the night successfully ready for transport.

The council would be pleased.