Warnings: !SMUT!, possible slash, Hard-to-get!Harry, and a whole slew of other things that depend on where my deprived mind takes me, hehe.
You have been warned.
Slytherins are sluts, thought Harry derisively. He was standing at the edge of the room in which a loud party was underway. Inter-house parties were a good idea in principle. To help strengthen the bonds which had been stretched during the war. Of course, with a hundred or so seventh year students cooped up together with alcohol… well the house elves were cleaning well into the afternoon each time a party was announced.
This particular gathering was louder and more raucous than usual. Hermione had organised it. Harry spotted her near the middle of the dance floor, gyrating and pawing at a slightly startled looking Ron. When sober, however, Hermione took her decorating very seriously. Beams of red and yellow light swooped through the darkness, and loud music thudded from the very stones. In the centre of the circular room, Pansy Parkinson was sandwiched in between Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, all three grinding their pelvises together, their hands in a tangle over and between each others bodies.
Sluts thought Harry again, dragging his eyes away. He wouldn't be here at all if Hermione hadn't twisted his arm, and now he was wishing he'd stayed in bed. He didn't like the way the music was juddering though the floor.
He didn't like the way the cheap mead was threading its intoxicating way through his mind, making him more relaxed when he was trying so very hard to be irritable.
And he definitely didn't like the way Draco Malfoy was looking right at him, while thrusting his hips into Pansy Parkinson's backside. Nope. Harry blinked, but didn't take his eye of Malfoy's lithe figure, wearing tight jeans and and equally tight top, sliding his long fingered hand to rub down Pansy's thigh and up again. And down again. And-
Nope. He definitely didn't like it. Not one bit. Not at all.
AN: Okay, so basically I need more smut in my life. I think this is going to get progressively smuttier folks, so don't like, don't read. No, Pansy will not be getting any luckier than this . Reviews make me write faster!