After a few more songs of dancing and kicking off the party, he led her back to their arm chair and gave her another beer. They were laughing and trying to catch their breath, she took her rightful spot back on his lap and kissed him.

"I like this!" A drunk Lucius yelled over the music as he followed him off the dance floor. He had just left Narcissa Black to dance with her cousin Regs.

"What else do they do back home, Ollivander?" Yaxley asked. He was sitting on an ottoman with his arm wrapped around Amelia who he had petitioned for over the summer.

Her smile grew wider and remembered last year's party with Regs challenging Lockhart, who was not present because he was sulking after the bad break up. 'How much alcohol do you have?'

"Oh no! I saw what happened last year!" he shook his head and waved a hand in dismissal.

She tucked her hands into her sides and wiggled her elbows, imitating a chicken. Severus and Rowle threw their heads back and roared with laughter.

"FINE!" he jumped up, his face red with embarrassment after being called out. "Let's do this- you and me, Ollivander!" Soon their whole group was doing the same and some of the others in the room came over to investigate.

"I want in!" Regs said and stood up to join.

A few other people in the room gathered around to join in as well. Rowle and Mulciber stood and looked down to Severus who was still sitting.

"I am the responsible one tonight; I have to see the Lady home," Severus said and put his hands up.

"The fuck you are!" Rowle said, and both of them picked him up by an elbow to stand next to Juliet.

She had enlarged one of the tables and told Regs to grab all the bottle of liquor and glasses. The ones who weren't playing were in charge of refilling them. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled loud to get their attention.

She waved her wand, and a large ribbon came out to explain the rules. 'THIS GAME IS NOT JUST ABOUT QUANTITY- IT IS ABOUT SPEED. EVERY TIME YOU HEAR THE WORD THUNDER YOU DRINK'

"Easy 'nuff." Yaxley scoffed.

She waved her wand to the record player again and a new song came on, the guitar was fast, the words slowing getting louder. She smirked at him and banged her fist on the table to the beat. She mouthed the words 'THUNDER' when the song sang them, then took a shot of the whiskey without flinching. Everyone around the able followed suit.

Thunder [x10]

"OH FUCK ME!" Yaxley cursed after the intro and blanched at his cup getting refilled.

I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track ( Thunder )
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back ( thunder )

"CAN YOU GIVE ME A SECOND TO BREATHE?" Yaxley wheezed, his chest and throat was on fire.

"NO!" everyone yelled.

My mind raced
And I thought what could I do ( thunder )
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you ( thunder )
Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been
Thunderstruck

The song continued, half of the people who started with them dropped out halfway through. By the end of the song the only ones left were Juliet, Severus, Rowle, Mulciber, Regs, Yaxley, Mack, Remus and James. Lucius had passed out on the couch, it wasn't pretty.

"Wasn't that bad." Remus sniffed and wiped his hand on the back of his sleeve.

She waved her wand, and the song started over, she grabbed her drink and kept pounding the beat on the table.

"OH FUCK ME!" Yaxley cursed again and grabbed his drink quickly to catch up.

"When does this end? It's like a sick ride I can't off of." James said in between shots.

'Keeps going until you all drop out.' Her black ribbon read.

"Us drop out? Think again Olliv-" James was cut off by having to take another shot. He dropped out shortly after the intro and was lucky that Sirius pulled him share the ottoman he was already occupying. He had gotten drunk well before the game even started and was smart enough to stay out.

Yaxley went down next, Rowle dropped out before Regs, then it became more of a challenge between Mulciber and Mack. They agreed to stop together, but she took one more to have the one up on him and he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder to go to his dorm.

That left Juliet, Severus, and Remus. Remus and Juliet were locked in an intense stare down, and Severus thought it best just to sit down so one of them could take care of the other. He thought he could have kept going but she just restarted the song and he started to see the room spin.

"Nope. Nope. I fold, you bottomless lush!" Severus' words held no cruelty, they laughed.

"Give up Princess. Call it a drawl." Remus teased her while swaying a bit.

She knew from her time that he was a werewolf. She also knew that they had a high tolerance for alcohol and drugs. Garrick Ollivander didn't raise a quitter.

'THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!' her wand spelled out. She was gripping the table with her hand now and leaning on it.

His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was runny, sweat was running down his forehead and the liquor was starting to catch up. She may have been drunk but she remembered that werewolf body temperatures were a lot higher than the average person.

She flicked her wand to the fireplace and the flame increase. It got so hot to the point the people sitting by it moved further away from it. He was wiping his face on the back of his sleeve. All she had to do was wait it out now.

Suddenly he went pale and missed a shot. She threw her hands up victoriously and swayed a bit too far back. Severus on her in a split second, he caught her and set her right again. Remus started to heave all the alcohol into the bin that was placed their for Yaxley. Everyone cheered as Severus lifted her up by the waist for a victory lap.

Remus bowed to her and took a very long fall on to the couch closest to him, not caring if anyone else was sitting on it. Severus set her down and gave her a goblet of water. She sipped it carefully, knowing that if she drank it too fast it would do more harm than help.

"How can something so tiny drink so much?" Yaxley whined from his spot on the floor. He was leaning against Amelia's legs and she was brushing her fingers through his hair.

She puffed her chest up and beat her fist to her chest with one hand and the over waving her wand. 'BECAUSE I'M AND OLLIVANDER!' At least it was meant to spell Ollivander, but in her drunk state it spelled "OLEANDER"

Severus snorted into his drink and spilled a bit on his jacket. He set his beer down and grabbed her wand and arm. "Alright Champ, it's time to get to bed."

She threw her arms around him and snogged him thoroughly in front of everyone. "But I'm not ready to leave you yet." She whispered against his lips. She was leaning heavily on him and hiccupping.

There was no way he was getting her across the castle in this state, he looked around the room at the other students who were already passed out. Most of them weren't even Slytherin and tomorrow was Saturday anyway. He could keep her there, safe where he could take care of her.

Regs and Lucius was making gesture behind her back at Severus. 'DORM' they mouthed and pointed to the stairs. Regs waved his hand to gesture to the room and pointed to himself as he mouthed. 'I got this. GO!'

He nodded and picked her up bridal style. As he walked to the stairs Rowle and Nott were humping each other in a joking manner and giving him a thumbs up. He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he took her took her to his bed, minding her head on the doorway as he walked in sideways.

He set her down and showed her to the bathroom for her to relieve herself. When the door closed behind her he looked around the room and saw the complete mess it was in, his dorm mates were a complete mess! He waved his wand around his bed mainly, knowing there was nothing to be done about the whole room. He tidied up as best he could before she returned.

He was still standing, waiting for her and smiled when she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I made the bed for you, I'll take Lucius'…. I think he's the lesser of evils in the room."

She shook her head no and started to pull him towards his bed by his neck and lips. "Stay with me."

He was being tested, he was damn sure of it. "I don't think your father-"

She cut him off with her lips and pulled him with her to lay down. He was hovering above her, holding himself from crushing her but their hips were flushed and he was certain she could feel him. "He's not here is he?"

Her lips found his neck and her hands pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He let her take the lead and threw it on the floor somewhere behind him. He should stop, he knows he should stop but damn if it didn't feel right. Her name was on his lips when her legs wrapped around him. "Juliet… my Angel…"

He was going to hell. The special place for people who knew better. The true sinners. He grabbed his wand and locked the dorm door three times and drew the curtains and warded them twice. Her hands travelled under his shirt and he bucked his hips into hers at the contact. Overwhelming was the only word he could think of other than 'too much', her hands touching more than just his hands and face. He wasn't going to last at all if she kept that up!

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were hooded, her lips puffed and her face flush down to her neck. She was drunk. NO. Not like this. Never like this. "We need to stop. STOP." He growled when her legs tightened around him.

She licked her lips and arched her back to press her breast against his chest. "Please."

He took a few deep breaths to calm him self and regain some control. "Angel… I'm drunk, and you're… fucking tossed." He chuckled when she pouted.

"You don't want-"

"I want to, believe me. I want nothing more than to throw your legs over my shoulders and take you in a manly fashion. Not like this. Not the first time, I will not do that to you. You deserve so much better. So much more."

"I want you now." Her hips wiggled against him and she threw her head back. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw it somewhere over her head.

"Fuck me…. I'm going to hell." He moaned and bucked into her, his jeans straining. He bucked into her and started to kiss her neck. Just over her choker he sucked on her skin, leaving his mark for other to see. He moved against her at the rhythm of her gasps, dry humping her awkwardly to make some sort of friction for himself. His hands were cupping her breasts through her lacy bra, his lips and tongue quickly making their way down. Her hands were tangled in his hair, guiding him further down.

"Mea Culpa" he swore under his breath when he lowered the straps from her shoulders and pushed the lace down exposing her.

"Demon…" she breathed.

"You will be the end of me. Gods… NO. NO. NO." he pulled away from her and sat up on his knees. He reached down and gripped her neck, making her focus on him. "I will not do this when you are not in the right mind."

He didn't expect her to breath heavily and arch into his hands. She was the devil in the flesh! Sent to test him and send him straight to hell! She lifted his shirt and trailed her hands from his chest, down his stomach to his belt.

"Please… sir." She begged. Her breath labored.

One of her legs came up to his shoulder, he rubbed his face on the smooth skin of her calf. He grazed his teeth along it, he could smell the sweet lotion that she used earlier. It would be so easy… all alone… so willing… practically begging…

"You will beg for me. When I take you, I will have you begging for more. And I won't stop… oh no…. I won't stop until you forget who you are." He squeezed her throat and pinned her ever so slightly against the bed by it.

"Now."

"I will have you… not like this. When I do I want your mind and body clear. Free from all intoxication except that which I drive you to." He flexed his hand around her through just enough to hitch her breath. "And you will remember it the next morning." He released her and made to move from the bed.

She grabbed his hand and looked up at him with the caring eyes he was accustomed to. "Stay. At least don't leave me tonight. There are other ways to share a bed."

"Sleep." He said firmly.

She nodded and scooted to one side. "Sleep."

He laid beside her, her back to his front. He kept his clothes on but kicked his boots off. After he adjusted his jeans to where they didn't hurt him, at least to where it didn't cut off circulation, he pulled the blanket up over them and wrapped his arms around her tightly. He didn't think one could hate themselves and praise themselves at the same time until now. She fell asleep as soon as he wrapped his arms around her and she sighed his name again.

"Worst Slytherin ever…" he muttered and buried his face in her hair, following her quickly to sleep.