A/N: Ok, so I know that the seventh book is out but I haven't read all of it so this fanfiction only covers up until mid-HBP. It's been an idea nagging at the back of my mind lately, and I couldn't really get it out. If you have to flame me for my pairing choice, go freaking kill yourself. Seriously? Have a little dignity, people. WARNING: There's like two or three sex scenes in this entire fanfiction, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry. It just kind-of aids the plot. And this story is based upon a mix of Drunk!Ginny and Naughty!Ginny having a little bit of fun with Naughty!Draco. It's kinda OOC, but I thought it might be an entertaining story. Now, let's get on with the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates or blah blah blah.

HP

Angelica slid a piece of parchment across the desk to her near-asleep comrade. I startled when something warm touched my arm, thanking Merlin that Flitwick didn't notice. I clearly already knew all about the Bat-Bogey hex, so I decided now was a good time to catch up on some much-needed beauty sleep. Awakened from my slumber, the one and only fiery redhead, I slid the parchment into my hands and underneath the table. I opened it up, and the parchment magically grew longer and longer as I began to read the heading at the very top:

Hogwart's Very First Unsupervised Boy-Girl Party

Tonight. Eight thirty until whenever you pass out. Room of Requirement. Eighth Floor landing, take a right, then the second left, then another right. Walk past the wall three times thinking 'Best Party Ever' to get in. Write your name, house, and year below to RSVP. No one under 5th years will be admitted unless brought by a 6th or 7th year.

Be There or Be a Loser.

Angelica Maddock, Gryffindor, 6th

Lily Estevez, Ravenclaw, 6th

Agnes Greenheart, Ravenclaw, 7th

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, 7th

Padma Patil, Gryffindor, 7th

Parvati Patil, Gryffindor, 7th

Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor, 7th

Seamus Finnigan, Gryffindor 7th

Harry Potter, ditto

Ron Weasley, what's ditto mean?

Dean Thomas it means same here, retard. Ditto.

Mallory Kent, Ravenclaw, 7th

Luna Lovegood. Aren't the butterflies so pretty outside?

Bethilda Bevel, Hufflepuff, 5th

Nastia Liukin, Hufflepuff, 6th

Lori-lynne Saunders, Ravenclaw, 6th

Blaise Zabini is a dork.

Draco Malfoy. Nuff said.

Mattie Morone, Slytherin, 7th

Lane Gonzalez, Slytherin, 7th

Derrick Melton, Slytherin, 6th

Troy Ferver, Slytherin, 6th

Dan Watkins, Ravenclaw, 6th

Luke Watkins, Ravenclaw, 7th

Linda Luser, Hufflepuff, 6th

Colin Creevey, Gryffindor, 6th

I delicately laid the paper on my desk and picked up my quill. This sounded exciting for my formerly boring Friday night. With a jump in my heart that this could be just what I was looking for in my dull life, I began to sign my name, my grade, and my year.

"Miss Weasley!" Flitwick snapped irritably. "first you sleep in my class and now you degrade me by passing notes!"

He stomped right up to me and I frantically searched my brain for anything to do in a split-second. Flitwick angrily snatched the paper up and took a look at it, before his face softened.

"Taking notes, are we? I never knew you cared so much about my class!" Flitwick bubbled brightly. "Ten points to Gryffindor for being such an apt student!"

He handed the paper back to me and I saw the party invitation, laying there, plain as day.

"It's charmed to look like notes," Angelica explained once Flitwick had turned his back. "Hermione Granger put a charm on it when she had a close call with Harry in Potions. Or so she informed me."

I smiled devilishly at Angelica.

"You put this together," and it was a statement, not a question.

"Fuck yea. I'm not going through another Friday night without partying my ass off," she swore coolly, not caring who heard.

I gave her a high five under the table, passing on the invitation.

HP

I got all dolled up that night. I put on my best skirt, a little something too short for my long legs and light enough to make me look like I actually had some color. On my torso I pulled on a crimson button-up babydoll top that let out a little peek of the lacy black bra underneath. Tonight was THE night to go wild, and I wasn't going to pass it up. With a little shimmer on my cheeks and lips, I was ready to go. I slipped a robe on to look inconspicuous in the halls, and pinned my prefect badge to my chest. I could simply say I had rounds tonight and no one would be the wiser.

As I told her I would, I met up with in Angelica in the common room after she went up to the boys dormitory to talk to them all about tonight. She smiled uncontrollably when we showed each other our outfits for the night. She was in a pair of impossibly-fitting jeans and a tight shirt that cut off just above her belly button. Her has was teased down in a massive amount of curls.

"Let's vamos," she started in her airy American accent, dabbled with a bit of an Italian air around her. She had olive skin and dark brown hair, paired with sparkling blue eyes to look truly Italiano. "I have to be up there early with Hannah and a bunch of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws to think of exactly what we need for the party."

I smiled to myself and locked elbows with my best friend. With an air of confidence about us we started towards the Room of Requirement for a night of craziness, hilarity, and maybe even romance.

Within minutes we had come upon the afore-mentioned hallway. Angelica was thinking for a few moments of what she would specifically need, and once she shouted 'Aha!' we all knew she had gotten it. She jogged past the wall three times and soon a large door appeared with a sign that said 'Welcome to the Party'.

Nice!

We all meandered in to see couches, a dancefloor, tables, chairs, food, drinks, and anything else we could possibly need in a large floor area. It must've been at least twice the size of the ground floor of the Burrow.

"Holy fuck!" Angelica swore proudly. "Look at this collection of Wizard Wireless chips! There's more music here than you can imagine! And look! A muggle CD collection!"

"But where would we play the CD's?" Hannah asked. "There's no CD player!"

"I know a spell that will take information off compact discs and we can put a sonorous charm on it after that!" Hermione exclaimed, entering the party room with a look of satisfaction on her face.

"This is amazing!" I squealed excitedly. "This is definitely becoming monthly."

And soon the party was raging. Kids poured in as we alternated between muggle and magical modes of music. I even saw a group of Slytherins slither their way in. It wasn't hard to miss the tall, large, exceptionally blonde head of Draco Malfoy.

Blaise Zabini approached Angelica and I, slinging an arm around me as he constantly did ever since we had started doing our rounds together.

"This sure beats the crap out of doing rounds on a Friday night," he started, taking a swig out of a dark bottle he had come in with.

"That's what I forgot!" Angelica exclaimed. "The booze!"

"Oh, don't worry, love," Blaise started. "The Slytherins supplied that much. It's in that bucket over there in the corner. Never-ending supply, too. And you call us the stupid ones."

"No, we call the Hufflepuffs the stupid ones," Angelica retorted with a smile.

Blaise smirked, looking between her and the dance floor.

"Hey Angie, wanna dance?" he asked, still keeping himself extremely composed for being so drunk (I could tell because nearly the whole bottle of Firewhiskey was gone, and more than half was supposed to make you pass out).

I watched her canter off, and soon Seamus Finnigan approached me and asked for a dance. Well, I must say I can never resist a cute Irish man.

A few songs and a few swigs later, Angie came up to me, hiccupping excitedly.

"Truth or Dare! The Ravenclaws are starting a game. We have to play!" she squealed excitedly, dragging both me and Blaise by the wrist towards the corner, where people had started to gather.

Blaise stalked off, after whispering something to Angie, but I stayed and conjured up a chair for myself, sitting backwards on it. I looked around the circle to see a few Ravenclaws I was friendly with, a few Hufflepuffs, and many Gryffindors. Blaise came back, dragging Draco Malfoy behind him.

"We've come to play!" he started excitedly. "Malfoy, sit your arse and be quiet."

Malfoy rolled his eyes and conjured a chair next to Blaise, who conjured a chair next to Angelica. Angelica sat and crossed her legs, looking about the circle.

"Mallory!" she started evilly. "Truth or dare?"

And so it began.

The vicious cycle continued for a good forty minutes, only reaching me once when I had to answer who my first kiss was. I felt extremely privileged to have such an easy truth sent my way. Among other truths have been 'have you ever kissed someone of the same sex', 'how far have you gone', 'are you a virgin?', etc.

"Ginny!" Angelica started saucily. "Truth or dare."

"Dare, duh," I began, leaning against the back of the chair coolly.

Angelica looked about the circle, picking out a dare worthy of the fiery redhead that sat before her. She looked at Blaise, but knew it would be too awkward. She looked among the other guys in the crowd and only one face stood out.

"I dare you to give Malfoy a lapdance."

The circle went deadly silent as people looked between me and Malfoy, guffawing stupidly. Malfoy looked expertly unaffected, but somehow intrigued.

"And don't forget what you have to do if you don't do it," she retorted.

We had all agreed we would strip to bare minimum if refusing a truth or a dare, which was probably a bad thing now that I think about it.

"Scared, Weasley?" Malfoy asked smoothly, his arms crossed over his chest.

Weasleys are never scared.

I stood from my seat, kicked it away. And then perched myself on Malfoy's lap, facing him, my hands tight on his shoulders.

"You wish, Malfoy."

His hands came to rest on my thighs, giving me goosebumps. His fingers slowly spidered upward, letting my flouncy white skirt push farther up my legs. I ran a hand through my hair before slowly rubbing my hips into his, leaning forward so far that Blaise had to squint to see if we were kissing. My hair curtained us as my hands ran tantalizingly down his chest, into his open shirt. My hands trailed, back onto his shirt and to his belt. I could feel him growing hard beneath me. My fingers dipped into the waist of his pants and I slowly and softly touched the bare skin of his thighs. I must admit I loved the feel of his silk boxers against my fingers. I threw my head back and gave a satisfied smirk. He was melting under my touch.

"Weasley," he groaned so only I could hear. I could practically feel the lust in his voice. "Don't hold back."

"I plan on it."

My fingers just feathered the edge of his penis before I pulled them out and ran them up his shirt, taking slow and effortless moments to grind against him. His hands slid farther up and he eagerly gripped my hips under my skirt. Within seconds, though, I had composed myself and easily swung one leg around the chair. He sat there, staring in shock, up at me. I giggled when I saw a protrusion in his jeans. He actually let himself be aroused by a Weasley. I leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

His eyes went wide with shock (as if they could be any wider) and whispered 'yes' in return. I took my original seat and crossed my legs, trying to hide the fact that I had already orgasmed. Draco Malfoy had a way with his hands, even if I was supposed to be the one doing the arousing in the situation.

"Weasleys never turn down a dare," was all I had to say.

HP

Twenty minutes and I was still reeling. I was finally able to catch his eye and nodded towards the door. He rose a single blonde eyebrow, yet wasted no time in taking up my invitation. I went out first and lost myself down a few corridors. Within a few moments he was following eagerly behind me. Once we were sure we were alone, we wasted no time in getting as close as possible. He pushed me roughly up against the wall, his hand already roaming up my skirt, and pressed his lips to mine. I opened up my mouth and invited him in, my hands pulling on his belt to bring us closer. I jumped and locked my ankles about his waist.

"Bloody fuck, Weasley," he murmured, trailing frantic kisses down my neck.

I pulled my wand out. One spell and my underwear had sliced itself and slid onto the floor. Another spell and a warm feeling had spread through my stomach; a contraceptive charm. I stuck my wand back into the waistband of my skirt and started at the zipper on his jeans. Soon enough his pants were no farther than his thighs and in the small amount of light we had I could see what made Draco Malfoy such a stud.

With an aggravated sigh he slid into me, slowly at first. He pulled almost all the way out and thrust once, and again. I tightened my arms around his neck as my legs began to grow weak.

"Oh, Malfoy!" I groaned as he continued to thrust, his face buried in my neck.

With a shudder I finally released, my legs falling to the ground yet barely holding me up. I collapsed against him and he eagerly accepted my body against his. We were both panting yet a heavy silence seemed to permeate the air.

"That's the kinkiest and sexiest thing I've ever done," he admitted. "I've always wanted to fuck a girl up against a wall."

"Now you've made your wish come true," I breathed, picking up my discarded underwear.

"You know, you helped a little bit, too," he reminded me.

I smirked lazily, repairing my underwear and sliding it back on under my skirt.

"What, no round two?" he asked, looking truly offended.

"Seriously?" I asked, sizing him up to see if he was ready for another go. "Meet me at the Head Common Room in fifteen minutes."

"Make it five," Malfoy returned.

"Eager?"

"After that little show? It's hard not to be."

I left him with a fleeting smirk as I tried to make my way back to the party. I needed to inform the others of my early return to my own common room (as I would lead them to believe) so they didn't think I had been running off with any guys (which was exactly what I intended on doing). I finally found the Room of Requirement's hallway and easily slid into the large wooden door. Blasting music greeted my ears once I was inside, and it wasn't hard to find Angelica storming up a crowd on the dancefloor. She really was a diva.

"Hey Ange," I started, hoping not to seem overeager. "I'm leaving. I'm knackered, and I've got to get some sleep. I'll have a fun story to share with you tomorrow, though."

She smiled, stopping mid-dance with Blaise to look at me.

"About Malfoy?" she asked knowingly.

I smirked. "Maybe."

"You two shagged like dogs, didn't you?" Blaise joked.

Oh, how right he was...

"Blaise!" I pretended to be offended. "I'm not that kind of girl!"

Actually?

"I'll see you later, ok?" I told them both. "And pass on the message to my brother," I requested of Angelica. She nodded diligently.

I looked to the doorway to see Malfoy never even came back in. He must've went back to his dormitory to clean up. Knowing the little sexual deviant, he would have Playwitches strewn about his room. Not to mention some-ahem-dirty laundry. I pranced out of the room, trying to look nonchlant as I traveled two stories down to where the Head Common Room was. Good thing I was always here doing homework with Hermione or I would never know where it was. I skipped inside after whispering the password, looking both ways. I entered, and much to my surprise, Hermione was sitting next to the fire with a large tome in her hands.

I hoped she wouldn't see me, but no such luck. She looked up from her book, smiled shakily, then put a bookmark in it so she could set it down.

"Oh, Hermione," I started casually. "Why aren't you at the-?"

"I left early. I was tired," she informed me. "Anyways, save it. Malfoy briefed me."

My eyes bugged from their sockets.

"What?" I asked, having clearly gone insane and heard the wrong sentence.

"I think it's very nice that you could see past his nasty facade and agree to help him out. Lord knows he needs help with transfiguration and you're the best student," she continued, clearly not believing a word Draco Malfoy had told her. "Because you maintain only an average grade in that class and he could've asked any other person that he didn't hold a family grudge with to tutor him."

"Hermione, you keep this secret for me and I won't tell anyone else what you like to do when you think you're alone in your bedroom with that Jude Law poster you have."

Some famous muggle. Go figure.

She kept a very calm composure, picked up her book, and continued to read.

"You were never here," she started, never once looking up. I swore I saw red crawling across her cheeks.

I continued on my way, up the stairs to Malfoy's room. I knocked twice, and before I could knock a third time, he quickly opened up the door. He leaned casually against the doorframe, looking quite sexy (ew. Malfoy? sexy?) in a pair of green and silver (always the Slytherin, that one) pajama pants with his silk boxers peeking out from underneath. He liked to draw attention to his bare chest by crossing his arms lazily.

"What took you so long?"

"Debating whether or not to leave you waiting like a fool for a Weasley," I started saucily, "accidentally" popping a button on my top. "Oops."

He was practically drooling. Oh, this was precious.

"Weasley, get in here, before I shag you out on the landing."

"That would be even kinkier than the hallway," I retorted indifferently, shrugging.

But he had different ideas. With a great amount of effort he reached for my wrist and tugged me into his room. So began a long night of anything but silence.

HP