Full Summary:
Venus...
If you're brave enough, you'll play...A combination of Truth or Dare and Spin the Bottle (with a twist). A unique game designed for lust, fun, heartbreak and maybe even love. Set in a seventh-year, Voldemort-free AU. The usual gang of Gryffindors and Weasleys (with their friends), plus Ravenclaws and...Slytherins? M (or NC-17) for a reason!
Rating: M/NC-17
(language, references to alcohol, explicit sexual content (later))
Main Characters (in no particular order):
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Terry Boot, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Seamus Finnegan, Harry Potter, Lee Jordan, Astoria Greengrass, Susan Bones, Alicia Spinnet, Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Michael Corner
Note: I know the prologue's short and rather disjointed. I'll try for longer chapters and once-a-week-updates. Reviews are motivation—every author knows it!
Also, I tried to keep people in character, but I have used some of the more common and fun stereotypes (like the one about Malfoy being a manwhore...it fits into the story-I needed it), but I tried not to go overboard.
For this story, the regular gang is 17-18.
Also, chapters are titled by songs...if you know the song, tell me in your review!
Prologue
Something Had to be Done
What's a girl to do when she witnesses the love of her life getting a blowjob from another girl? Hermione Granger pondered that exact question as she tiptoed away from Ron Weasley's moaning and Lavender's mouth making the most disgusting sucking noises. She needn't have bothered with the tiptoeing. They probably wouldn't have noticed if she'd shouted and stomped.
She wanted to claw her eyes out, or wash her brain with bleach. There were some things a seventeen-year-old just couldn't handle, and this was one of them. Did they have to be in such a public place? Sure, it was the Prefects Bathroom, so there were only a limited amount of people who could walk in, but still!
It wasn't as if Ron Weasley made his relationship a private thing, but usually he refrained from doing anything dirtier than serious tonsil-hockey when there were others around.
Hermione's tiptoeing soon turned into running as she tried to get as far away as possible from the terrible memory.
She couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. Anything.
-XOXOXO-
Why couldn't Harry stop those wandering eyes of his? But she was beautiful...so beautiful. She was free and didn't care what people thought of her, and was just so damn sexy that he couldn't stop staring.
He hated himself for allowing her to slip through his fingers. If only he'd told her how much he cared about her when he'd had the chance. Maybe then it would be Harry making her laugh, not her friends. She was avoiding him-had been since practically the end of fifth year, when she had seen Harry and Cho snogging in the Charms corridor. She'd never looked at him quite the same again. Ginny Weasley seemed to have overcome her childhood crush, much to the disappointment of Harry, who had just started loving her back.
He had to do something. Something daring, dramatic…something that would change her mind.
-XOXOXO-
"Second girl this since school started, d'ya reckon?"
"Third. Pansy for sure, that sixth year Slytherin, what's her name? I dunno. And Parvati."
"Merlin, I hate him. The stupid slag." Dean and Seamus glared at the retreating figure of Draco Malfoy. It would never have bothered Dean if it hadn't bothered Seamus, and it would never have bothered Seamus if it hadn't been Parvati. But of course, she had to go for the bad boy, the Slytherin, the one with the reputation for knowing how to please a girl. It had been two months, and he was still steaming mad. Seamus wished he could dismiss it. But Parvati was the only one who could keep him smiling, who was kind enough to care about anyone and who was beautiful enough that he didn't need BeWitched (or the muggle equivalent, Playboy) to help him out.
Seamus wanted her for more than just her looks. And he had to make some kind of move, before it was too late.
-XOXOXO-
He didn't care what they said about her. They called her crazy. Loony Luna Lovegood. But Dean loved her all the same-at least, he thought it was love. If love meant that he wanted to run his hands trough her silvery blonde hair, to stare into her wide, beautiful eyes every day, to want to know everything about Wrackspurts just because they were a part if who she was...if it wasn't love, it was the closest he'd ever come to it. But he couldn't seem to ask her. She was too damn unpredictable. Gryffindor that he was, Dean was terrified of rejection from the one woman he loved. Usually, he loved that characteristic of Luna, but at the moment it seemed to him more of a curse than a blessing.
Still, he had to do something. Anything.
-XOXOXO-
"Wonniekins is disgracing the family more every day he stays with that idiot, Lavender Brown,"
"Couldn't agree more. Poor Hermione. For once, she doesn't have neatly organized answers to her problems."
"There are no neatly organized answers to these problems...Except to dump that bimbo."
Fred and George Weasley murmured to each other as they watched a blushing Lavender Brown hurry to their counter, her arms full of blinding pink WoderWitch products.
"It's too bad these products are available to the public. I hope Wonnie knows to buy our love-free antidote to these."
"I'll give him some as an early Christmas present...tomorrow."
Their conversation was interrupted by Lavender's shrill squealing.
"I'll take these!" George shook his head fractionally at his twin, who rolled his eyes slightly. They knew each other well enough that these simple gestures were the equivalent of a full conversation. Their conclusion?
Something had to be done.
-XOXOXO-
Pansy wiped her eyes carefully, then reapplied concealer to cover the blotchiness of her normally pale, even complexion. She was a Slytherin, and Slytherins didn't cry. It was a sign of weakness in the fiercest house. The dark-haired girl was proud to be a Slytherin. They weren't idiots, like Hufflepuffs, brawny idealists like Gryffindors, or know-it-all's like Ravenclaws. They used their brains and they took advantage of weaknesses. At the same time, they supported each other within their own house, providing a tough and united front.
Messing with one Slytherin meant messing with the whole house.
Still, it was just asking for trouble to be showing off that you'd had a good cry in the girl's loo when you heard yet another rumour about your on-again-off-again boyfriend and some other girl. People thought Pansy was clingy and obsessed with Draco Malfoy. That had been true in previous years. She'd adored him with a kind of naive admiration, but by the middle of their sixth year, the couple had become shaky at best. Malfoy had started to experiment with other girls, and Pansy had pretended to not know. Because she had loved him. He was witty and handsome and just so damn cool...still, it was nothing new to the school that Draco was sleeping around. It was just complicated. But Pansy had never had a better shag than Malfoy, and she had never lost all of her childhood crush. Truth be told, she thought she might even still love him. And that was why she was crying in the girl's loo.
Something really had to be done.
-XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO-
A/N: Hope it piqued your interest! Pansy was really hard. I wanted to keep her in cannon while not making her a complete jerk/sappy-obsessive-violent girlfriend. Yeah...
Tell me what you think of my character portrayal, the idea, the pairings…anything! I welcome constructive criticism, but I ask that you keep in mind the fact that this is my first published story.
