A/N: Hi there! thanks for stopping by and giving this story a look see. I'll warn you though...this story is pretty saucy but it's a fun read...at least I think. Anyway, read it, review it, all that good jazz. Disclaimer: These are J.K. Rowlings characters. I do not own.
Naked.
I am wet, cold, slimy, and oh so very naked.
But wait, it gets much worse.
I also happen to be walking around the castle after hours.
Before you wonder, no this is not a dream. This is very much real. So why am I walking around the school naked in the middle of the bloody night?
Well, It has everything to do with those damn Potter boys. I swear, aunt Ginny must have been on some hard drugs when she was pregnant with those two.
So here's my story…
Today was a big day for Gryffindor. After kicking Ravenclaws arse in Quidditch, James decided we needed proper celebrating. And what better way to show our school's spirit then to throw a massive party with no adult supervision and an abundance of illegal substances?
He invited all four houses into the Room of Requirement and right away the partying and heavy drinking began. But it was more like some big orgy fest. Everyone was half naked, running around, and rubbing up against each other. This was Hogwarts. Everyone was sexually deprived. I, on the other hand, sat on one of the faded couches sipping butterbeer. Basically keeping to myself the entire time. I know you must think I'm dull/rigidly conventional but I just wasn't that type of girl. I was the reserved type, much like my mum. Since I could remember, I had always been modeled after her.
And I was okay with that...I think.
So, everything was going swell right until I saw my ex boyfriend, Sid Cooper, snogging some slaggy girl by the name of Lauren White. The very same girl I caught him cheating on me with at the end of term last year.
The wound he left in me still hurt, especially when he was around but whenever I saw him and Lauren together, I was down right bleeding.
Soooo long story short, I grabbed me some of James' finest and it was on.
With the fire whiskey flowing through my system and the beat of the music pulsing in my head, I got up, my body itching to move. At one point, I remember standing on a table, swaying my hips and throwing my hair back. Everyone had crowded around the table and started cheering me on, causing me to take off my shirt and start swinging it around my head. With all this hype, I had never felt so alive.
I ended up falling on my ass but that was okay. I was laughing. Truly laughing and living.
I spent the remainder of my time dancing and drinking till my vision got hazy. Then Al called me over and told me he and a couple of his mates were going to play truth or dare.
Now, I know what your thinking, "Truth or dare? Really?" Well, you haven't played with the Potters. This game goes to the extreme. The game never gets boring, the truth is always dangerous, and the dares keep getting more frightening.
On any normal day I would have said no and walked away. It was the 'Rose thing to do' but I was drunk and 'no' didn't seem to be in my vocabulary.
So I sat my ass down and laughed as the many of the players humiliated themselves doing whatever James and Al concocted.
When James finally turned to me, I froze. "Truth or dare, Rose?"
I couldn't pick truth. The game was charmed so whatever he asked I would automatically tell him the truth without even realizing I did. And knowing James, he would ask me if I still had feelings for Sid. Which of coarse…I did.
"Dare," I said out loud.
James smiled evilly and looked at his brother Albus. A look passed between the two that I couldn't quite figure out. "I dare you to take a swim in the Black Lake." he said, still smiling.
Huh. That wasn't so bad. Sure it would be freezing but it wasn't bad.
"Alright," I said, clearly satisfied with the dare.
"Naked," he added.
The warning flags started going up but I disregarded them with a wave of hand. "Even better." I said with a smile.
Thinking back on this now, I could never have done this sober. I wouldn't have dreamt of it in a million years.
A couple students followed me down to the Black Lake where I started unbuttoning my trousers.
"Stay under for as long as you can and come back up." said Al staring at me like he was waiting for something. He probably thought I was going to chicken out.
He thought wrong.
Instead, I nodded my head vigorously as I slid my trousers down along with my knickers.
The crowd started whistling and shouting out crude remarks.
"And don't be stupid." said James, "Your drunk but your not shit faced. Don't drown."
"Yeah, alright." I unclipped my bra and made my way out of it.
More vulgar obscenities.
And I was naked. Right there in the open with the moon out and shining, making my already pale skin glow like a highlighter.
The air was freezing and the grass was wet. I kept hopping from one foot to the other.
"It's a bit nippy out here." was all I could form in-between shivers.
James chuckled, a peculiar sound. "You'll be alright, Rosie."
I nodded my head once and turned around. That's when the cheering began.
The water was literally black and uninviting. The more I stared the more I felt uneasy.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, trying to steady myself...and then I jumped.
When my body hit the water I screamed, loosing all my air supply. It felt like a thousand prickling needles hitting me all at once. I never thought the water could be this cold. My body racked and thrashed, wanting to flee but I stood my ground.
Above me I heard some kind of commotion going on but I didn't think twice about it. My mind was otherwise occupied with the excruciating pain.
When I couldn't handle anymore, I lurched forward, splashing out of the water. I was sputtering and coughing, basically hacking out my lungs when I noticed something didn't feel right. I looked up and everyone was gone. That was odd. I then quickly made my way out of the murky water and stood where my clothes should have been.
To my great horror they were gone as well.
They didn't even leave me a stitch of clothing. The gits.
As I wrapped my arms around my shaking frame, one thought possessed me.
The Potter boys were going to pay. Hard.
And that's the end of that...
So here I am, back in the castle without a sock to my name. Walking…freezing…and of coarse, naked.
"Oh, scandalous!" exclaimed a portrait with a group of gossiping old women as I passed by.
I gave them the finger, and they scuttled like a bunch of bitches.
I'm usually not like this, in fact, I'm quite the gem. You'd have to get me riled up to be this hostile.
Up ahead I spotted the 6th years baths a little distance away and I about lost it.
Looking both ways before I crossed, I ran. And it wasn't a dainty, delicate run or anything. When I say I ran, I literally mean I lost my barings.
Mum would faint if she saw this.
My arse was out, tits were bouncing like basketballs, and my red hair appeared to be flying in mad waves of jubilee. I also happened to be bumping into half the portraits, knocking them straight off the wall.
All this under the intoxication of fire whiskey.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." I exclaimed, diving into the baths.
Once in, I turned the water tab on and to my pleasure, I got rewarded with a rain so glorious I actually whimpered.
Despite the turn of events, I have to say that this was kind of nice. The water was relaxing, calming down my every heightened nerve. The moon was shining brightly through the cathedral window, illuminating my body. And the loneliness felt overwhelmingly good.
I washed all the slime and algae from my body and turned off the tab. My hand fumbled for a towel on one of the racks but found it empty. I looked over and groaned.
As if the world hadn't shit on me enough.
I sighed and realized the extent of my dilemma. I was going to have to do this again.
With a steady breath, I rounded the corner and my entire body slammed straight into this solid rock.
"Owfuck!" a voice that did not belong to my own, shouted.
Whiplash. I lost myself completely as my equilibrium was thrown off balance. But something kept me grounded a beat later. It took me a whole second to understand that a set of strong arms had been wrapped around me, keeping me steady. In all the chaos, my arms instinctively flew out and wrapped themselves around my strangers neck for support, bringing our bodies in contact. I then noticed the worst possible thing imaginable. This person was also naked…and undeniably male.
To make matters worse, he was just so solid and I was extremely…wet. We slid down in a heap on the floor. Him on top. The impact of the fall along with the 160 pound man on top of me knocked the wind out of gut. A gasp slipped out from my lips, along with his grunt.
I opened my eyes and felt my lips pressed against his collar bone. I dragged my eyes up surreptitiously along the length of his pale neck and spotted the tress of platinum blonde hair.
My mind sputtered.
I'd have known that hair anywhere.
All of a sudden I was staring in horror at the figure I was basically fornicating with.
Scorpius Malfoy.
The slimiest git of all gits._A/N: Worth continuing? let me know. I'm new to the whole writing thing so if there are any mistakes I'm truly sorry.