Cheers, Potter.

You have morning breath.

Harry's POV

It goes without saying that it only took a few rounds of the game before we were all too drunk to function. Even Pansy was struggling to hold her own, though she did look significantly less worse-for-wear than the rest of us. As time had gotten on, we had strayed from the traditional rules of the game and added our own, with a few truth-or-dares thrown in for good measure – because what is a student party without a bit of un-inhibited honesty?

By the time it was my turn again, nearly half of the group had forfeited and I was considering it myself. I was drunker than I had planned on getting but the inebriated mind doesn't account for plans. I resolved to drink a few more rounds. Although, when I pulled a King and was charged with drinking the centre glass with a concoction of everyone's drinks that'd been mixed into it throughout the game, it came to an end and no one was up for another go around.

"Harry, are you okay?" Neville inquired, I thought he had noted me swaying side to side, "you look a bit..."

"Wankered?" Dean offered, with a laugh he shared with the rest of the table.

When I didn't respond and I felt myself falling forwards into a black-out, Neville caught my shoulders before I could hit my head. Before I knew it he was guiding me to the toilets and taking the majority of my weight when he did.

He sat me up on the sink and I leant my face against the mirror, the cold glass soothed me and perhaps even sobered me slightly. Neville was splattering my face with water and had taken something out of his pocket, "Here," he said handing me a bottle the size of a golf ball, "drink this, it's an Antidote to Common Poisons potion."

I didn't mean to hesitate or show my apprehension on my face at all but the alcohol didn't help in this endeavour.

"Don't worry, I've been working on my potions with Slughorn, he said this one was perfect," he smiled knowing my mind.

I drank it and felt instantly better, my clouded vision cleared, the underlying nausea dissipated and I could sit up straight without my head spinning. Though, it wasn't a miracle cure, and I did still fel the effects of intoxication in the corners of my mind.

"Thanks, Neville," I handed him back the empty bottle, "I didn't know you'd been working on potions." I actually hadn't kept up with him much at all the last few months, I felt bad and made a mental note to right that wrong.

"Yeah, when everything settled down, and with Slughorn being so nice, I thought it was about time I filled in some gaps in my knowledge. Never know when it might come in handy,"

"Like now," I smiled, I dodn't know if I should bring up Snape or not, he had made Neville's life hell for seven years, he had a right to have those gaps if it meant he would avoid that torment. So what if Snape had been working for the good guys? It didn't make him a good person, "if you ever need any extra help with potions, I know 'Mione would always love another study buddy," I thought and then before I could stop myself, I said, "Draco would too,"

Neville seemed to find that amusing and a smile teased the corner of his mouth and he huffed a laugh, "What is going on with you two?"

"What do you mean?" I asked reflexively. Of course I knew what he meant but it bought me time to think of an answer that wasn't a total lie but didn't give away anything Draco didn't want me to.

"I mean, you guys are kind of all over each other, and then you'll act like old times," Neville said, his expression told me he was trying to figure it out, his eyes were squinted and his nose scrunched, "Sometimes seems like you're hiding something." Neville laughed but was shell-shocked, I hadn't said anything but I'd still managed to mess up my one job of not giving away our relationship. Apparently, Neville noticed my surprise (because he's not a complete moron) and had adorned an astounded look of his own, "Oh Merlin, you are hiding something!"