Warning: This chapter contains references to underage drinking, and sexual activity while under the influence. If these themes make you uncomfortable please skip this chapter, and I will insert a brief summary in the next.
"Who is the best, who beats the rest? It's Sly-the-rin all day! We're all success, none can contest, Sly-the-rin's the way!" The common room erupted into cheers as the team held up the winning Snitch, Malfoy's gloating face making Odile take another sip of firewhiskey. HufflePuffs were the easiest house to beat, especially with Diggory out on an injury.
She sat curled up in her usual corner, reading Dracula for about the fourth time that month. There weren't many options when it came to the Hogwarts library that weren't textbooks or history books. That and she and Ms Pince weren't on the best terms… not that any student was with said librarian.
"Odillle, come on, let's dance!" She glanced up when heard her roommate Sarah approach her, arms outstretched and a dreamy look on her face. Sarah and her weren't what you could call friends, but they did get on alright. They both came from aristocratic families although Sarah had been born and raised in the lifestyle, Odile only finding her way into high society by 13.
"You know I don't dance Sarah." She replied tersely, but with no real malice. Sarah rolled her eyes and yanked the book from the girl's hands, throwing it somewhere across the room. Odile's outraged face caused the girl to roll her eyes, sticking her tongue out childishly.
"Sarah-"
"Sarah nothing! It is a party, Odile. You can read at any other one, but I need you tonight!" She moaned, causing Odile to raise her eyebrows in interest.
"What do you need me for?" The girl grinned devilishly, leaning forward so the girl could hear her better. Odile grimaced at the stale smell of liquor on the girl's breath.
"I need to make Barney jealous. I need to show him just how much fun I'm having without him, so he'll want me back." It was Odile's turn to roll her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose in irritation.
"Oh for Merlin's sake Sarah, can't you ask one of the other girls to help you?"
"Nooo, please. It has to be you, because you know how bad he wants to be in the Ministry. If he sees me partying with Sir Reisinger's daughter, he's going to burst a blood vessel. It has to be you Odile, please."
"This is the same Barnabas guy that stood you up three separate times and made out with your best friend? That's the guy you want to impress? How lonely are you?" She snarked, immediately regretting the poison words that slipped out of her mouth. Sarah's face dropped, tears welling in her eyes. She turned to go, but Odile's hand shot out, grasping her wrist.
"Hey, I'm sorry. That wasn't cool." Sarah nodded noncommittally as Odile stood up, pulling her back around.
"Let's go make that asshole sorry he ever looked any other way." Sarah smiled at her, and let out a small squeal as she dragged her towards the dance floor. Odile had barely enough time to blink until she was in the middle of the crowd, a shot glass being pressed into her hand. Sarah indicated her to drink and Odile took a deep breath before shooting it, a grimace over taking her face. Sarah cheered, causing the rest of the room to explode in noise. Odile shook her head, and let out a gasp as her drink was quickly refilled. She glanced up at the blonde, who giggled at her expression.
"You need to loosen up Odile, just trust me." Odile looked at the glass with some apprehension before, screw it, she gulped it down. A familiar buzz thrummed through her veins and she began smiling as the quick acting burn ran down through her fingers. Three more followed, and her liquid courage kicked in as she began to laugh at the blurred faces around her.
"Let's dance!" Sarah cried, and pulled her to the center of the dance circle. Sarah approached her with an evil glint in her eye, hips swaying to the loud drumming of the music. Odile smirked, watching the girl run her fingers down the side of her body. The music and alcohol wiped any form of nerves from her, and she mirrored the girl's movements. Odile pulled her hair from it's loose bun, and whipped it to the side as she moved closer to the girl in front of her. They winded around each other like snakes, never quite touching but far too close for comfort. Odile laughed as Sarah intertwined their fingers, thrusting them to the sky as literal sparks appeared from them. The circle around them cheered, spellbound by the show they were putting on.
"Since when do you know wandless magic?" Odile mumbled, a large grin overtaking her face.
"Oh I don't, but I do have a few tricks in my back pocket. Namely a Weasley product." Sarah winked, swaying to the music once more.
"Who?" Odile cried, the music all of a sudden seeming much louder than before. Sarah laughed at her confusion, leaning over to ear.
"Weasley! They're Gryffindors, George and Fr-"
"I think we've about enough of this Sarah, come on." They heard a stiff voice from beside them, both turning a very red faced Barnabas Collins with his arms crossed over his chest. Odile screwed up her face, hands on hips as she gave him a once over.
"Hang on-"
"BARNEY!" Odile was cut off by Sarah squealing in pleasure, jumping into awaiting arms. Barnabas' face didn't change much, but a fond smile appeared as he glanced down at her. He pulled her slightly closer as he helped her through the crowd, Sarah giggling her head off the entire time.
"What just happened?" Odile heard herself ask in wonder, now alone in a quickly depleting crowd as a slower song replaced the former.
"Those two have such an interesting relationship, don't they? So off and on, but they do love each other in the end." Odile turned suddenly as a low voice spoke from behind her. She wobbled slightly as the alcohol in her blood reared its ugly head, and a hand shot out to steady her.
"Careful Odile, you'll have yourself over." He tutted and she looked him up and down through bleary eyes. He was handsome for sure, belonging in a catalog rather than the Hogwarts dungeons.
"Sorry, do I know you?" She murmured, her eyes meeting his amber ones. They made her shake slightly, hunger alighting them as he glanced down at her.
"Adrian, we're in a few classes together. Suppose you don't really see me, books take up a majority of your time." She scoffed at that, allowing him to lead her off the makeshift dance floor without much notice.
"It's not like there's much else to do… sorry what did you say your name was?" The alcohol fuzz was disappearing as she glanced over at him. In the light of the fire as they sat on the settees, she had more time to take in his features. His features read to an Arabic background, lush olive skin without a blemish in sight. He had a carefully styled five o'clock shadow cutting his jawline, and strong eyebrows with the longest lashes she'd ever seen on a man. His thick London accent was music to her ears, and she couldn't help but move in slightly closer when he sat down next to her, throwing an arm across the back of the couch.
"Adrian, Adrian Pucey." She wrinkled her nose at that, much to his amusement.
"Something wrong with my name?" He asked playfully, leaning closer so she could hear him better.
"Pucey… I'm sorry there's just no good connotations with a name like that. Either puss or… well, the other one." He watched her in amusement as she tried to string her sentence together. She stopped, looking utterly deep in thought before shrugging, causing both to break out into stifled chuckles.
"I'm sorry man, it's just-"
"You're fine, love. You can blame my ancestors for that name. Maybe my mum as well for not just putting me out of my misery and marrying another man." He snickered, waving off her attempted apology. She nodded and looked him up and down once more, suddenly feeling rather warm.
"You don't look like a Pucey." He bristled at that, looking over her with narrowed eyes.
"Why? Because I'm not some skinny pale aristocrat?"
"No, you're just too handsome for such a gross last name." She replied, a bit annoyed with his tone. He gaped at her slightly before barking out a laugh that he immediately tried to stifle.
"What is so humorous Mister Puuucey?" She muttered, pulling out her best Snape impression, making him lean away in mock horror.
"Never, ever do that again. I beg, please." She couldn't help but dissolve into giggles at his stern look, the lightheaded feeling of her earlier drinks batting away her usual reserved behaviour. He watched her with interest as she tried to get a hold of her laughter, a light airy sound he'd never heard before.
"Do you want a drink?" He blurted out, quite unintentionally. He could feel his ears heat up in embarrassment, he hadn't meant to say that. He was meant to be smooth, he couldn't mess this up. Everyone knew that Sir Reisinger was the man to know, even better than Malfoy. The easiest way to get to know him would be through his daughter, but that was no simple task. Odile Reisinger didn't like people, she had made that wildly clear. She did her best to steer clear of school events, and preferred to sit in the back of the classrooms. She isolated herself, and no one had really bothered to try and bring her into the house. After all, she had made it rather apparent she didn't want to be there. When he'd seen her dancing with Collins' girl, he saw a window of opportunity. A window that he saw was becoming smaller with each passing minute.
"I think I've had plenty of drinks." She snorted, gesturing her arms in a 'look at me' method.
"And I haven't had nearly enough." He quickly shot back, and her eyes caught his in a practical staring match. He felt as if she was looking into his soul, but he held his ground, refusing to be the first to break.
"Alright. I'll have another drink," he grinned widely and began to stand before she held out a finger, "But you have to catch up first." He looked at her as if she had grown another head.
"Sorry?"
"You have to catch up first. We can't be unequal amounts of drunk, that's just not going to work." He shook his head in disbelief, a wide grin on his face.
"You're on."
"Now, I've had about four shots and a glass of firewhiskey to get me where I am now." He scoffed, but held out his hand to help her stand.
"It's going to take me much more than that to get where you are lightweight." He murmured, the slight jab more of a challenge than an insult.
"Then you had better hurry up big boy." She smirked daringly, dragging him towards the bootleg keg that the seventh years were guarding.
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It had been two hours and Adrian Pucey could officially say he was completely drunk. He was sober enough to walk in a straight line, but that was about it. He looked over to his drinking companion who appeared to be in about the same state as him. He patted her shoulder, drawing her attention. She placed her head on her raised palm, looking up at him through thick lashes. He couldn't help the flip in his stomach when she looked at him like that, with all her attention.
"Odile," he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?" She shook her head, stretching her arms to the ceiling.
"Don't want to go there. Sarah must've locked us out anyway, she always does when she gets back with Barney." she muttered, impersonating the girl's simpering tone. He chuckled before glancing at the emptying common room.
"Seems like the party's over." He remarked, and she hummed lightly.
"So what do we do now?" She asked, eyeing him with a faux innocent look, her tone giving her true intentions away. His heart skipped a beat as her eyes dragged over his entire form, slowly meeting his once more with a seductive smile. He gulped slightly as she carefully moved closer to him on the couch.
"Well… whatever you want to do, I suppose." His voice remained stable, though definitely lower in pitch than was normal.
"Whatever I want hmm? How about," she pretended to mull it over before standing, "...this." She slowly sat, straddling his lap. He quickly looked around, checking to see if anyone could see them. Before he could get any real look her hand shot out, grasping his jaw, and pulling him back to face her. He felt his heartbeat thumping as she leant down, giving him plenty of time to move if he hesitated.
"Is this ok?" She asked softly, voice only slightly slurring. He paused before nodding minutely. That was all it took and she surged forward, connecting the space between their lips. He was embarrassed to admit his breath hitched, and his hand froze, clenched by his side. She deepened the kiss, fingers latched into his scalp. She tugged at his hair and it was as if a dam broke and he came to life. His hands immediately grasped her waist, tugging her body flush against his own. She ground down against his lap, and he leant back with an audible moan. She nipped at his neck as he panted, eyes rolling back in his head as she continued her hip movements. He gently pushed her back as he heard a few muttered complaints, staring into her devious eyes.
"You're evil, you know that?"
"Mmm," she bit her lip, pupils blown so wide you could barely see the green, "maybe. What are you going to do about it then?" He growled at the challenge, an unexpected noise that left shivers down her spine and heat pooling in her belly. He stood then, hoisting her with him as if she was weightless. She squealed at the sudden movement; latching her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
"This." He replied, kissing her once more before beginning their track to his dorm. She giggled as they passed a few students desperately trying to look the other way. Her head spun and he could barely keep track of his footsteps when she bent down to whisper in his ear.
"You know this can only be a one time thing, right uhhh…." He grunted in acknowledgement before looking back at her once more as his hand fiddled for the door knob.
"Adrian. My name is Adrian. And don't worry," his voice dropped several octaves as he pushed the entrance open, pulling off her top and locking the door practically simultaneously, "I'll have you screaming it so much by the end of the night, you'll never forget." She gasped as he closed the distance between their lips once more, her nails raking the length of his back. Skin on skin, lips clashing, the two spent quite the night together.
A/N: Hello folks, and welcome to backstory! This story is a lot more grown up than the last, but I swear there's nothing explicit. Maybe I'll write a oneshot, but I doubt anyone wants to read my writing in that regard. A special thank you to Lokeiii for favouriting, following, and favouriting me as a writer; you have no idea how much that means to me so I appreciate it. Another special thanks to Mlmeenan and aestrea for following and to aestrea for favouriting. See y'all at the next one!