A/N: Ahhhh ok. I originally began writing this to try and do some het for a
change but the slash kept bubbling to the surface :D The story's kind of
sectioned off most of the time. I've CLEARLY stated WHERE we are and what
time is it so don't whine and tell me you're confused, ok? And PLEASE bear
with me. This is a PATHETIC attempt at humor but I'm TRYING!!! Luv it like
me.
Dedication: To Tiny. Who loves HP as much as I do. And reads SLOWLY. =P And
still betas even though she doesn't like slash. (CRAZY GIRL!!!! =O) Luv u
Tiny xxoo
Disclaimer: THIS WILL BE SAID ONCE! I do NOT own Harry or anything you
recognise. They belong to them *jerks thumb toward JKR and Warner Bros and
Bloomsbury*. Any lyrics will be referenced in the beginning A/N of the
chapter.
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~Chapter 1: Can You Feel It?~
~Friday Evening~
~2nd Floor Corridor, 5:45pm~
"So, um, remind me again why I'm doing this?" Hermione whispered, tugging desperately on Ginny's sleeve. She stopped walking and, with an exasperated sigh, whispered back,
"Because I just turned 16 and didn't have a party, we're both still virgins, and the fifth and sixth year Gryffindor guys are the most gorgeous guys in our school. Combine that with a little alcohol and some muggle music and we're both guaranteed to be, er, cherry-popped by Sunday night."
For a moment, both girls forgot they were supposed to be sneaking around inconspicuously and they burst into giggles. Ginny sobered first and shushed Hermione with a wave of her hand.
"Come on let's go."
"Where are we going exactly?"
Ginny's eyes lit up and she pulled the Marauder's Map (courtesy of one Mr Potter) out of her blouse pocket. She tapped it with her wand mumbling, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' and beckoned Hermione to lean closer. Hermione gasped when Ginny stabbed a room on the 5th Floor with her wand. It was labelled in acid green print,
'Store Room For Magical Mischief Makers: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'
~Gryffindor 7th Year Boys' Dorm, 6:11pm~
"So, Seamus, what with the new 'Official Commentator' post you must be beating the girls and guys off with a stick!"
Seamus sat up, holding a struggling chocolate frog cruelly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, Ronny old boy, there's no girls" he shoved the frog in his mouth and continued, "-uh, and *definitely* no sticks-" Harry snorted with laughter, not looking up from the Spark- Proof Wand Wood Wax he was rubbing generously into his wand (his literal wand, not his metaphorical wand). Seamus ignored him and continued, "-but there is, however, a *lot* of beating off."
Ron burst out laughing so hard that he choked on the chocolate frog he was devouring. Harry shook his head, laughing- but still managing to concentrate on his wand.
"So, Harry, are you going to the bash tonight?"
Harry, now swishing his wand dramatically in front of his face, admiring its sheen, replied,
"Uh, I don't know Seamus."
The Irish boy grinned and snatched Harry's wand away from him.
"Oh come on, Scarface. It's time we broke that irreprehensible manner of yours. Let's get dirty!"
"Oh, all right. But if I wake up with, next to or, God forbid, naked with or next to someone I don't know- it's YOUR balls, understand?"
Seamus just grinned and handed Harry's wand back to him.
~Gryffindor 7th Year Girls' Dorm, 6:45pm~
Parvarti stood, still only in her underwear, rummaging violently through her wardrobe. She stopped suddenly and shrieked,
"LAVENDER!? Where the HELL are my Dragon hide boots?!"
Lavender poked her perfectly made up head out of the bathroom and replied calmly,
"Third drawer underneath the spare school shirts."
"Oh. Right."
Parvarti located the boots, pulled them on and began to root through her bedside table drawer. After a few minutes she called out huffily,
"LAVENDER!? Where in MERLIN'S name is my Razzy's Ringlet Remover!?"
Lavender who was now fully dressed, but still bare-footed, strolled casually out of the bathroom.
"Behind your mirror."
She drawled, not looking away from her own reflection. Parvarti's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Oh. Right."
Lavender stood in front of her mirror, performing a Tidying Charm on the sheets of golden blonde hair flowing around her face and shoulders. She bent down to get some Shine Serum out of the drawer. When she popped up again, Parvarti was staring at her in the mirror, her pretty facial features twisted in frustration. Lavender started. Parvarti glared at her and said slowly,
"Lavender! Where. The. FUCK is my Snog-Proof Lip Shine?"
Lavender looked into the mirror serenely and poured some Shine Serum into her palm. She began to apply it generously to her fringe.
"In your denim handbag. Inside right-hand pocket."
"Oh. Right."
Parvarti stalked off. Ten minutes later, both girls were looking like perfection itself. Lavender, dressed in a lilac blue mini dress, strappy heels and shimmering gold earrings. Parvarti, wearing a black halter dress with silver sparkles at the hem and her beloved Dragon hide boots. They surveyed each other, smoothing tiny wrinkes from slim waistlines and pushing bra straps out of sight.
"Lavender? How is it you know where all my stuff is?"
"Because you do a right rotten job of hiding the things you don't want me to use."
"Oh. Right."
~Slytherin Common Room, 6:56pm~
Draco was almost crying with laughter as he watched Crabbe and Goyle trying to play chess. When each one had his turn, he would stare blankly at the board for a long while, grunting softly. Draco's snickers would rise to a crescendo when the pathetic move (well, pathetic for the time it took to think of it) was made.
Pansy was sitting on the big green couch next to Draco, filing her nails. Every now and then she would look up at Draco with disgust evident on her face- and then go back to her nails. She was holding in her annoyance, for fear of aggravating Draco- who's temper was roughly as potent and unpredictable as a first year student in a potions exam. Finally, she sat up straight and laid a perfectly manicured hand on Draco's shoulder gently.
"Drakkie?" she simpered in a sickly sweet voice, "I, uh, was just wondering... my sweet, if you, would be taking me out somewhere... tonight?" she finished quickly, eyeing Crabbe and Goyle. Draco looked up, puzzled.
"Why?" he laughed, "We've got all the entertainment- ha!- we need right here!" he snickered, gesturing to his two cronies. Pansy's frustration flared up and she blurted out,
"This isn't fucking entertainment! It's pathetic!"
Draco's grin- a very rare geniune one- faded quickly and his expression became dark and dangerous.
"I think it's hysterical." he growled, shrugging Pansy's bony hand off his shoulder and standing up rather aggressively. She winced and inwardly kicked herself.
"Draco I'm sorry, baby. You're right! It is-" she glanced quickly over at the chess game, abandoned in favour of watching the argument, "amusing... in a way, but when was the last time we, you know, partied?" she stood up and sidled up to Draco, sliding her arms around his waist and pulling their bodies flush together. A smirk crept back onto the blonde's handsome face. "Partying" was only half the night he and Pansy had. He shook himself before he could become vulnerable and answered reluctantly,
"Yeah."
Pansy grinned, her perfect white teeth showing.
"Well maybe we could do something and then, uh, party tonight. It is Friday after all."
Pansy held her gaze with his, steady, unwavering and intense. After what seemed like hours, Draco caved in. He sighed and turned to address all three of his companions,
"Who's up for a little gate-crashing?"
~To Be Continued...~
~Chapter 1: Can You Feel It?~
~Friday Evening~
~2nd Floor Corridor, 5:45pm~
"So, um, remind me again why I'm doing this?" Hermione whispered, tugging desperately on Ginny's sleeve. She stopped walking and, with an exasperated sigh, whispered back,
"Because I just turned 16 and didn't have a party, we're both still virgins, and the fifth and sixth year Gryffindor guys are the most gorgeous guys in our school. Combine that with a little alcohol and some muggle music and we're both guaranteed to be, er, cherry-popped by Sunday night."
For a moment, both girls forgot they were supposed to be sneaking around inconspicuously and they burst into giggles. Ginny sobered first and shushed Hermione with a wave of her hand.
"Come on let's go."
"Where are we going exactly?"
Ginny's eyes lit up and she pulled the Marauder's Map (courtesy of one Mr Potter) out of her blouse pocket. She tapped it with her wand mumbling, 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' and beckoned Hermione to lean closer. Hermione gasped when Ginny stabbed a room on the 5th Floor with her wand. It was labelled in acid green print,
'Store Room For Magical Mischief Makers: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'
~Gryffindor 7th Year Boys' Dorm, 6:11pm~
"So, Seamus, what with the new 'Official Commentator' post you must be beating the girls and guys off with a stick!"
Seamus sat up, holding a struggling chocolate frog cruelly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Well, Ronny old boy, there's no girls" he shoved the frog in his mouth and continued, "-uh, and *definitely* no sticks-" Harry snorted with laughter, not looking up from the Spark- Proof Wand Wood Wax he was rubbing generously into his wand (his literal wand, not his metaphorical wand). Seamus ignored him and continued, "-but there is, however, a *lot* of beating off."
Ron burst out laughing so hard that he choked on the chocolate frog he was devouring. Harry shook his head, laughing- but still managing to concentrate on his wand.
"So, Harry, are you going to the bash tonight?"
Harry, now swishing his wand dramatically in front of his face, admiring its sheen, replied,
"Uh, I don't know Seamus."
The Irish boy grinned and snatched Harry's wand away from him.
"Oh come on, Scarface. It's time we broke that irreprehensible manner of yours. Let's get dirty!"
"Oh, all right. But if I wake up with, next to or, God forbid, naked with or next to someone I don't know- it's YOUR balls, understand?"
Seamus just grinned and handed Harry's wand back to him.
~Gryffindor 7th Year Girls' Dorm, 6:45pm~
Parvarti stood, still only in her underwear, rummaging violently through her wardrobe. She stopped suddenly and shrieked,
"LAVENDER!? Where the HELL are my Dragon hide boots?!"
Lavender poked her perfectly made up head out of the bathroom and replied calmly,
"Third drawer underneath the spare school shirts."
"Oh. Right."
Parvarti located the boots, pulled them on and began to root through her bedside table drawer. After a few minutes she called out huffily,
"LAVENDER!? Where in MERLIN'S name is my Razzy's Ringlet Remover!?"
Lavender who was now fully dressed, but still bare-footed, strolled casually out of the bathroom.
"Behind your mirror."
She drawled, not looking away from her own reflection. Parvarti's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Oh. Right."
Lavender stood in front of her mirror, performing a Tidying Charm on the sheets of golden blonde hair flowing around her face and shoulders. She bent down to get some Shine Serum out of the drawer. When she popped up again, Parvarti was staring at her in the mirror, her pretty facial features twisted in frustration. Lavender started. Parvarti glared at her and said slowly,
"Lavender! Where. The. FUCK is my Snog-Proof Lip Shine?"
Lavender looked into the mirror serenely and poured some Shine Serum into her palm. She began to apply it generously to her fringe.
"In your denim handbag. Inside right-hand pocket."
"Oh. Right."
Parvarti stalked off. Ten minutes later, both girls were looking like perfection itself. Lavender, dressed in a lilac blue mini dress, strappy heels and shimmering gold earrings. Parvarti, wearing a black halter dress with silver sparkles at the hem and her beloved Dragon hide boots. They surveyed each other, smoothing tiny wrinkes from slim waistlines and pushing bra straps out of sight.
"Lavender? How is it you know where all my stuff is?"
"Because you do a right rotten job of hiding the things you don't want me to use."
"Oh. Right."
~Slytherin Common Room, 6:56pm~
Draco was almost crying with laughter as he watched Crabbe and Goyle trying to play chess. When each one had his turn, he would stare blankly at the board for a long while, grunting softly. Draco's snickers would rise to a crescendo when the pathetic move (well, pathetic for the time it took to think of it) was made.
Pansy was sitting on the big green couch next to Draco, filing her nails. Every now and then she would look up at Draco with disgust evident on her face- and then go back to her nails. She was holding in her annoyance, for fear of aggravating Draco- who's temper was roughly as potent and unpredictable as a first year student in a potions exam. Finally, she sat up straight and laid a perfectly manicured hand on Draco's shoulder gently.
"Drakkie?" she simpered in a sickly sweet voice, "I, uh, was just wondering... my sweet, if you, would be taking me out somewhere... tonight?" she finished quickly, eyeing Crabbe and Goyle. Draco looked up, puzzled.
"Why?" he laughed, "We've got all the entertainment- ha!- we need right here!" he snickered, gesturing to his two cronies. Pansy's frustration flared up and she blurted out,
"This isn't fucking entertainment! It's pathetic!"
Draco's grin- a very rare geniune one- faded quickly and his expression became dark and dangerous.
"I think it's hysterical." he growled, shrugging Pansy's bony hand off his shoulder and standing up rather aggressively. She winced and inwardly kicked herself.
"Draco I'm sorry, baby. You're right! It is-" she glanced quickly over at the chess game, abandoned in favour of watching the argument, "amusing... in a way, but when was the last time we, you know, partied?" she stood up and sidled up to Draco, sliding her arms around his waist and pulling their bodies flush together. A smirk crept back onto the blonde's handsome face. "Partying" was only half the night he and Pansy had. He shook himself before he could become vulnerable and answered reluctantly,
"Yeah."
Pansy grinned, her perfect white teeth showing.
"Well maybe we could do something and then, uh, party tonight. It is Friday after all."
Pansy held her gaze with his, steady, unwavering and intense. After what seemed like hours, Draco caved in. He sighed and turned to address all three of his companions,
"Who's up for a little gate-crashing?"
~To Be Continued...~