-1Evenin'. For this to work we have to ignore most of the books, especially the 6th one. If you don't like gay relationships and general teenage horniness, then find another fic.

Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters, the lovely Rowling does.

Acid Whore

Harry's POV

I am currently laying flat on my back in the dormitories bathroom, arms and legs sprawled out untidily. I carefully raise two fingers to my swollen eye and for some reason my smile is still there. Gone. I am completely gone. I can hear Hermione crying and begging Ron to calm down as his quick, angry footsteps pace up and down outside the door. The doors been locked by them, I couldn't blast my way out even if I wanted too, they also took possession of my trusty wand. Yawning silently, I smile and vaguely start the attempt to remember exactly how I've ended up here.

End of Harry's POV

It's a well known fact that the Slytherins of Hogwarts always knew how to throw a party, and regularly. But their parties were harsh, bitter-sweet and un-nerving which made them seem more memorizing and desirable by the other houses, especially the Griffindors. Invite only, those deemed unworthy were hexed from the bouncers sight as not to intrude on the activities within. Snape knew perfectly well what his house was up to and where, but made no effort to stop it as long as it stayed underground and not a whisper to the other teachers. It was the start of their 7th year at Hogwarts, and it was tradition for the invites to now spread to people outside their house. Draco Malfoy was in charge, as could be expected with his minions Crabbe and Goyle as the chosen bouncers. The list of 'new-comers' had just be finished and ready to put into action. Only the most beautiful, the most popular and the most credited had their names engraved, and soon to find themselves being welcomed to the Slytherins 'party'.

"Harry."

"…….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

"Harry wake up!"

"……….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."

"HARRY!!!!!!!!" This was shortly followed by a loud bang and Harry soon found himself hanging in the air by his ankle. Snorting, he felt his glasses slip off his face which were saved in mid-air by his installed nimble reactions, honed from Quidditch

"Wha? Wha 'appened?" Harry muttered unintelligently as he gazed around his surroundings, which happened to be the compartment of the Hogwarts Express. He soon noticed Ron laughing with his wand pointed at Harry. He winked and flicked his wand to Harry landed straight on the floor.

"Your bloody snoring, that's what happened." Ron laughed as he grabbed Harry's out-stretched hand and pulled him up. Putting his glasses back on in what he hoped was a dignified manner, Harry slumped back down on the once warm seat. Ron sat opposite him in time for Hermione and Neville and to claim seats. They all said hello and started discussing usual things such as Quidditch and how everyone's holidays had gone when the whole compartment went pitch black. Scrabbling around for their wands and trying not to bump into each other, no-one noticed an emerald green envelope with silver writing and a black seal fall softly onto the abandoned seats.

"Lumos!" Hermione cried as she was the first to find her wand and the whole carriage cleared. From the sounds of it, theirs wasn't the only compartment to have suddenly been engulfed in darkness as they could hear faint voices cry out the same spell.

"What was that all about?" Neville asked nervously as Ron muttered darkly and 'Obviously Slytherins' and 'bloody menaces' and such and such. Hermione frowned as Harry sat back down and looked up at him.

"What?" He asked, noticing her staring.

"There's a letter addressed for you." Hermione said, handing him the emerald envelope which was indeed addressed to him, down to his carriage number. Frowning slightly, he turned it around and raised an eyebrow at the Slytherin crest that sealed the envelope. Hermione gasped as she recognised the crest too.

"I wonder what the Slytherins want with you?" She asked, biting her lip looking concerned.

"Probably some insults or something." Harry said, taping it with his wand to make sure nothing nasty was about to jump out at him. Satisfied, he began to tear it open as Ron peered over his shoulder. Taking out a piece of obviously expensive parchment, he began to read out loud;

Harry Potter,

The Slytherins have invited to a Masked Party on the 29th September. It will be a strictly smart dress code complete with mask. Starts at 9pm in the Slytherin Common Room. Enclosed is a bracelet that will grant you access. Please find it enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Slytherin 7th Years

And sure enough, Harry tipped the envelope upside down and out fell a thin stringed bracelet which was green, silver and red inter-weaved. Ron stared at the parchment with a confused look on his face.

"How did you read that?" Ron asked, stunned as he grabbed the bit of paper and held to the window in an attempt to see the now invisible paper. Hermione sighed and grabbed it from Ron and tapped it with her wand, then smiled faintly.

"It was made to only be read by you Harry." She said handing it back, Harry just frowned at it.

"I've heard of those parties!" Neville suddenly piped up. Slightly stunned by this outburst of information, they all turned their attention onto him. Blushing slightly under everyone's stares, he continued.

"I accidentally got locked in the boys loos and was trying to figure a way out when I heard some older boys come in laughing so I decided to wait until they went. They started talking about the party and how its famous for dancing, hot people (he blushed again),s-s-sex and drugs and music. Apparently the Slytherins run these parties in the dungeons and only the 7th year take complete control of it and can invite people from other houses who they feel are 'cool' enough. Snape doesn't care and the invited have bracelets (he indicated to the one laying Harry's hand) which get them in safely. Apparently its an honour, or so they said." He finished lamely and looked down at his feet. Ron bit his lip and stroked his chin.

"Yeah, come to think of it I've heard Fred and George talk about something like this. Guess you've been hand chosen mate, not that your gunna go right?" Harry, who had been daydreaming about the party shook himself and looked at Hermione's disapproving gaze.

"Of course I'm not going. It's probably a trap anyway, come on lets get our robes on." Harry said quickly as he leapt to his feet. Whilst Ron was looking away, Harry stuffed the bracelet into the bottom of his trunk, with the sincere belief he wouldn't need it but you never know.

The trip to Hogwarts went smoothly enough minus a first year thinking Hagrid was a werewolf and fainting, the trio took their places in the Great Hall. The Sorting came and went, the food appeared and got eaten, gossip was exchanged and whispers of the Slytherins opening up their dungeons.

"I've heard they have stashes of cock and ecstasy which they put into peoples drinks, the bastards."

"Apparently there are cages where Slytherin girls dance like the whores they are."

"Rumour has it that the smoky atmosphere is to dull your senses and wit so they can rob and humiliate you."

"The word is that they don't care who they fuck, girl or boy."

Seamus nudged Harry and beckoned him to come closer. "I got an invite on the train, the whole carriage went black, I've heard you got one." He said in his soft, sexy Irish accent. Harry nodded but before he could continue their conversation, Dumbledore stood up and started making announcements. He wondered vaguely if Seamus was going and he could see why he had been chosen, he had a slightly tanned body with bright green eyes with chiselled looks, and a lean tall body to match. His soft Irish accent was enough to turn any girl to jelly - even any guy. Not that it matters he thought to himself I'm not going anyway but I'd really like to know why they chose me. Harry couldn't see it but he had brighter, bigger, shiner green eyes then Seamus, his thick black hair looked sexily tussled, and his lean, slightly muscularly built and tall body. Spending summer in the Weasly's garden playing Quidditch had given him a golden glow. Not that it mattered anyway.