Draco's POV:

"Well that sure was a party," Lizzie sighed as we walked into the common room after the Halloween feast. She threw herself onto the sofa.

"Agreed," I replied.

The usual bountiful Halloween night feast had been prepared half-heartedly. The familiar decorations, including the jack-o-lanterns and the cornucopias, were absent, instead replaced by more morbid embellishments. The jack-o-lanterns had been replaced by skulls that glowed from the inside out. The cornucopias were instead severed horns of animals that appeared to be still bloody. The bats were still flying around the room, but instead of minding their own business as usual, they had swooped down on the students, landing in their hair and attempting to steal their food.

The usual outstanding and sugary food, had been replaced by bland food like hot dogs and oats. The typical jabberous and excited mood of the room had become quiet and subdued under the rule of Snape and his new deputy headmasters, Amycus and Alecto Carrow.

"What I wouldn't give for some good, old sherry tart," she mumbled, draping her arm over her face.

"What I wouldn't give for some good, old Firewhiskey," I inform her, sitting on the floor in front of the sofa.

"We're not allowed to Hogsmeade," Lizzie growled, saying that she too could use some alcohol. "And it's past curfew, so even if the kitchens had some, we wouldn't be able to get any without the risk of being caught by the Carrows."

"We don't have to leave the room for some," I told her cheekily.

"What do you mean?" She pulled the arm off of her face and rolled over so she was looking at me.

"I know how to transfigure water into Firewhiskey." I stood up and grabbed a large, decorative goblet from a shelf and filled it with water. "Mutatio." The clear liquid in the silvery goblet changed into a honey colored liquid that smelled strongly. I smirked at Liz and then took a big gulp, before passing it to her.

"No way," she stammered, taking quite a large drink. "Where'd you learn this?" Another drink. She then passed it back to me.

"I heard Seamus Finnigan casting it back in fifth year before you got poisoned, and when you did get poisoned, I needed some liquid courage to deal with it all. I spent a solid amount of that time you were asleep drunk." I chuckled.

"And no one noticed?" She asked, eyes wide.

"Oh, I'm sure many people noticed, but everyone knew I was upset about you, so they let it slide." I drained the goblet and refilled it, transfiguring it into more Firewhiskey.

"You are mental, Draco Lucille Malfoy," she smiled crookedly.

"You know my middle name's Lucius, right?" I passed her the goblet.

"What'd I say?"

"Lucille."

"Draco Lucille Malfoy..." she pondered, taking a drink. "Draco Lucius Malfoy... I like Lucille better."

"Well, just let me make my way to the Ministry and change it then."

She laughed a hearty laugh before she got deathly serious. "What was it like when I was dead?"

"You weren't dead," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"It sure felt like it." She frowned. "Anyway, answer the question."

"Well, it was pretty lonely," I explained. "Crabbe and Goyle tried to cheer me up, but they were annoying so I told them to bugger off and they never spoke to me again."

"Oh so that's what happened to them," she laughed. "I thought they had died along with me."

"You didn't die and you've had a few classes with them since then, you know."

"Do you wanna play a game?" she spoke suddenly, leaping up and sloshing a bit of the Firewhiskey.

"What game?" I asked, taking the goblet from her.

"It's a muggle game and it's supposed to be played with loads of people, but it's just you and me and the common rooms empty and I really want to play it. I haven't played since I was little." Her eyes were alight with excitement.

"What's it called?"

"Twister!"

"How do you play?"

"Well, there's this mat with spots of colors on them and this board that you spin to tell you what hand or foot to put on what color and you have to try and stay off of the ground."

"We don't have this mat or board, though," I frowned.

"You can turn water into wine like Jesus and I can turn carpets into Twister mats," she giggled, pointing her wand at the rug that was parked in front of the fire.

"It was Firewhiskey," I murmured, standing up, "but thanks."

"Reformabit!" she shouted, causing the brown rug to transform into a white, vinyl mat with red, blue, green, and yellow circles of color.

"Now what about the spinning board?" I asked. She seemed to think about this for a moment before she plucked a book from the bookshelf and turned it into a spinner.

"Alright," she grinned. "You stand here and I'll stand here, and I'll spin this." She flicked the black needle and made it spin around before it landed pointing to a blue dot under the right hand symbol. "Right hand blue." She squatted and plopped her hand onto one of the blue circles. "Now you put your right hand on any of the blue circles."

"What is the point of this game?" I placed a hand of a blue circle.

"To win!" she shouted, spinning the spinner again. "Right foot green."

I frowned and put my right foot on a green circle, which was on the other side of the yellow circles. It wasn't too hard, seeing as I had long legs, but Lizzie had to stretch herself to reach.

"Left hand yellow." She threw her hand onto a yellow circle and so did I.

"Right foot red." She gracefully rolled her body in the air and moved her right foot from the blue circle to the red circle all the way across the mat.

"How is that possible?" I asked, trying to wiggle myself around as she had.

"You can do it!" she giggled, but I couldn't. My arse landed on the ground. "I win!"

"Hmph," I grumbled, standing up, "I slipped."

"I still won."

"Another game then," I demanded. "I'll show you this time." I pulled my robes, tie, socks, and shoes off, ready to win.

"Alright, then," she smirked, doing the same and guzzling some more Firewhiskey. "Left foot yellow." She handed me the goblet and put a foot on the yellow circle directly in front of her.

"Easy," I scoffed, once again draining the goblet and putting my left foot on a yellow circle.

"Right foot red," she smirked. She was able to simply step out onto a red circle, but I had to turn all the way around to touch a red circle.

"Left hand red," she spoke, leaning forward and placing a hand on a red circle. I leaned backwards twisted my body so I was able to plant a hand on a red circle.

"Left foot blue." She slid her left foot onto a blue circle completely out of her way to show off. I frowned and placed mine on the one right next to hers.

"Right foot green." Her right foot landed on a green circle that was directly beneath me.

"Left hand yellow." Her left hand also went to a circle beneath me.

"Are you trying to knock me over?"

"Absolutely not!" she giggled. "Right foot blue." Before she could move, I moved my foot to a blue spot right under her arse. She smirked and wrapped her leg around mine to reach the circle on the other side of my foot.

"Left hand blue." I placed my hand right next to my foot, so I was leaning over top of her.

"I am not losing this time," I growled, getting breathtakingly close to her face.

"We'll see about that," she smirked. "Right hand yellow." I moved my hand as she did and we both chose adjacent circles.

"Right foot yellow."

"Left foot green."

"Right hand blue."

"Right hand green."

"Left hand blue."

By this time, we were hopelessly entangled in each other. I was leaning over top of her, and she was stretched out underneath of me, somehow managing to reach the circle that was farthest away from her.

"Left hand red." I went to move my hand, but felt my right foot slip out from beneath me. I fell on Lizzie. My hands were on either side of her head and her hair was spread around her head like a halo. Her face was pink from holding such an awkward position.

"I win," she whispered, staring up at me and shifting her leg ever so slightly so that her knee brushed against my crotch.

"I don't think so, love," I replied. "You hit the ground first." And then I kissed her roughly, feeling the alcohol coursing through my veins. Her hands wound themselves in my hair and pulled at the buttons on my shirt until she was able to slide it off, then they raked down my back, surely leaving long stripes of red on my pale skin. I lowered myself closer to her so that our bodies were flush against each other.

I let my mouth stray from hers as I began to pepper kisses along her jawline and down her neck, where I started sucking on her skin, sure to leave a large, purple mark, labeling her as mine. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as her soft moans of pleasure echoed through my body, causing blood to rush to all the right areas.

I lifted one hand from the ground and slid it beneath her back and murmured, "My dorm," into her lips.