Authors Note: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters they belong to JK Rowling. This is my first fan fiction and is purely for fun and out of boredom. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Warning: Underage drinking, lots of angst, sex, kink, BDSM stuff (maybe cause why the hell not), and lots of bad language through out. Don't like don't read you have been warned.
Chapter 1:
Bang. This it this is the end. The first time I died went something like this...
7:30 AM earlier that day...
"Hey Harry, some of the Slytherin's invited Ron and I to a party you wanna join?" Hermione asks grinning from ear to ear. I sigh even though I had tons of homework to do I just couldn't say no to her.
"Yeah sure Hermione I'll go when does it start?" I ask.
She looked at her watch, " In like ten minutes" she says.
"Geez Hermione a bit late aren't we?" I ask shutting my book and organizing my papers as I attempt to shove them into my overly crowded bag.
"Sorry" she says sheepishly.
"Its fine you go on without me I'll be there in a few" I say waving her away. She shares a skeptical look with Ron and they turn and hurry off through the portrait hole.