#5

Numbo five tinks dat we's need sum howliday spiwit! Eggnog!

Rolling his eyes over the squealing first year, Harry made an important decision. He sighed.

"Okay, I'm not going to be gay anymore."

Draco picked himself off the floor and sat down. He agreed.

"Alright.. and I'll try not to too."

"Good for both of you," Isabelle informed them.

Draco then inquired as to her take on the matter.

"You didn't like it?"

"What? You being gay? No," retaliated Isabelle sharply as she downed her second butterbeer.

With an air of disappointment, Draco tried again. "I thought I was rather charming."

Isabelle snorted.

"That's the least," she managed to say before bubbles began coming from her nose. She buried her face in her arms as laughter shook through her body and was in the unfortunate position--for Draco--that she could not see his trying glare.

Reaching for a cold manner, Draco looked into his butterbeer and was about to drop the subject, when Harry suddenly appeared next to him. He was holding a large cold mug of something that looked like pancake mix. Isabelle wrinkled her nose.

"Eggnog," Harry announced in salutation. After thinking for a moment with his mouth on the straw of the drink, he posed a question.

"Our gay escapades didn't arouse you at all, Isabelle?"

Isabelle choked on her butterbeer and began to sputter, and Draco started to laugh, alerting the other side of the bar to the strange phenomenon before them. Harry Potter, his mortal enemy and his mortal enemy's girlfriend were all laughing together over a common subject that did not involve pain and torture....well...not all the time.

Isabelle recovered faster than Draco and gave Harry a bland smile. Harry then promptly forgot what he had been talking about as he drained his third glass of eggnog. Draco surfaced to a table of nimwits.

"You're so hairy, Harry."

"Yes, and doesn't hair turn you on? Anything for you!"

"No! You'd be like a monkey with all that hair!"

"Monkeys turn you on?"

"No!"

Draco was glad Harry and Isabelle now seemed so drunk on their respective drinks that slipping away would happily go unnoticed by the two. The action would also quickly save his sanity.