Hello everyone!!!! Since I had time on my hand, I decided to write part one of this chapter it was gonna be a whole chapter, but I'm tired, so now it's two. Anyways...enjoy!!!

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H.I.P (Part One)

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Oliver Wood sat in the Gryffindor common room, next to the fire.

Wood kept on looking at his hand. The mark was gone. Makare DID burn him with her cigarette, yet any implications had since been vanished. He thought about telling Dumbledore about her, but thought better of it. Dumbledore would either A: already know (since that man knows EVERYTHING), or B: not believe him because there's no evidence.

Either way, he lost.

It was 8:30, at least 6 house since the incident. He was already getting a headache from her. Why was she HERE? The teachers say it's because she was to finish out her schooling and was on good behavior, but he didn't believe it. They were up to something, or something big was about to happen. With dementor already here, how much more could happen?

Maybe he should ask Harry? Harry knew almost just as much as Dumbledore. He is the Boy Who Lived, after all.

As he was falling asleep on the couch, a figure sat next to him. He looked to see George Weasley.
"Hiya, Wood," he grinned a cunning smile. "What's up."
"Nothing," replied Oliver, half-asleep. Then he caught a glimpse of George's face. "What are you smiling about?"
"Oh nothing you should be concerned about yet."

Oliver sat up and stretched for a minute, he looked at his watch: 8:55. He groaned
"Oh man, where had the day gone? I've done nothing today. And I feel like crap." Wood didn't mention the incident to anyone and would like to keep it that way. "Anything interesting to do?"

At that question, George piped up.
"I was hoping you would ask that." George then took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Wood. He read it.

Oliver Wood,

You are invited to a very special event. A couple times each year we throw a party in a secret location in order to have some fun. Only a select few in each house are allowed. Yes, EACH HOUSE. You WILL be mingling with Sytherins. Don't be TOO frightened. There are roughly about 60-80 people. In order to attend, you need this parchment and to leave you dormitory at EXACTLY 11:45 (this is because no one will be around for patrolling). At 11:45, someone will guide you to where it's taking place. This is a VERY good opportunity to have some fun and forget about house rivalries (but some people might remind you of them). We look forward to seeing you there.

Sincerely, H.I.P (Hogwarts Illegal Partytime!!!)

Oliver read the letter over again. He then looked up at George, "What the hell is this?"
"You got invited to the Partytime. It's about time."
"About time? How many have you gone to?"

George counted in his head
"Six. This will be my 7th. Wood, I wanted to tell you about them, but I'm sworn to secrecy. And they uphold that."
"SIX? This is my first time and I'm older than you and you got invited to SIX?!"

George smiled and nodded.
"Yep. And you should be proud. Not many people get this. Probably only a select few. It's awesome."
"Who runs this?"
"I think a guy from each house runs this. Not sure who, they won't tell us."
"What's there?" asked Wood, curious.
"Nope, can't tell you. You'll find out. I hope you don't have any classes tomorrow-"
"Tomorrow's Saturday," Wood cut it.
"Well, I hope you don't want Quidditch practice early tomorrow. You won't get any sleep tonight. All I can tell you is that there's wizard and muggle fun. Be back down here at 11:40." George then got up. "Oh, and by the way, I wouldn't wear robes. Go in regular clothes." And with that, George left.

Oliver sat confused. After a few minutes of pondering, he re-read the letter. It gave no indication of what's to be in store. He was getting tired, though. The clock now read 9:15. He needed some sleep. In a few hours, he was about to embark on something he didn't think most people knew about, not even the Boy Who Lived.

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Oliver checked his watch. 11:40. He needed to get downstairs. Self- consciously, Wood checked out himself in the mirror. Deep down, he knew girls swooned over him, he just chooses to ignore it. Girls interfere with things he was trying to accomplish. It not that he didn't hate girls, he just wasn't attracted to the ones here at Hogwarts.

Oliver decided on wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. He didn't even bother to fix his hair, but still looked good, nonetheless. He headed downstairs.

When he reached the staircase, there was about 10 other people waiting. Among them were Fred, George, Lee Jordan, and Angelina Johnson. Fred and George were in khaki pants and white polo shirts. Lee had decided on black pants and crimson bottom down shirt. Angelina was decked out in a short, green plaid skirt and a black tanktop. They smiled when Wood approached.
"It's about time," smiled Angelina. "I was wondering when they were gonna invite you. You ARE the Quidditch captain."
"I think it's because he's too nice," chimed in Lee Jordan. Oliver gave him a weird look. "Sorry dude, you ARE too nice sometimes."
"Oh thanks..." Oliver said, rolling his eye. He looked at Angelina. "You look awesome. I don't think I've ever seen you like this."
"Oh believe me, you won't. These are the reasons why I go to these things," said Fred, giving Angelina the up-and-down. She smacked him on the shoulder.
"This is the ONLY time you will EVER see me like this. These are Katie's clothes."
"Why isn't Katie here?" asked Wood
"I think it's because she got TOO wild last time, they want her to cool off. Alicia was never invited. She's too pure for this type of shit."
"What exactly HAPPENS at this party?"

The four of them looked at eachother and grinned.
"Oh little Oliver," said Angelina, playfully smacking him on the back. "You are going to have some FUN, tonight."

He smiled faintly, then looked at he clock 11:45 on the dot. George sensed this and told everyone around them to be quiet. Everyone was silent in a flash. Oliver Wood raised his eyebrows at this sudden haltness. George slowly went to the door and opened it.

There was a masked figure in a black cloak. He walked in the dorm. Oliver looked confused, but it seemed that everyone knew what he's for. He leaned in to Lee.
"What's happening?"
"We're doing floo network."
"I thought it didn't work at Hogwarts."
"We're doing a different kind of floo."

Oliver still looked confused. What other kind of floo was there?

The cloaked figure went into the fireplace and two Gryffindors followed. In a split second, they three were gone. A minute later, the masked figure was back. Two more people went with him and were then gone, but the masked figure was back yet again. Someone tugged at Oliver. It was Angelina.
"Come on, I wanna go in."

Angelina and Wood went into the fireplace and in an instant, then were taken to a corridor. There was the Gryffindor student waiting. After they all came from the common room, the masked figure went ahead and the student followed. He opened a door and they were let in.

The room was huge. It was darkly lit with mirrors around the walls. Chairs and table were set everywhere, but there was an opening for a dance floor. Far in the back was a bar, where a Hufflepuff was behind. Itowards the very back, next to the bar was a stage with a pole in the middle. He glanced around the room once more and realized that about 20 or so people from each house was there. He recognized that Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff was there, but it was mostly people he didn't really talk to. He looked over by the bar once more and saw Blaise Zambini and Marcus Flint. Wood hate Marcus Flint. Marcus sensed someone was looking at him and scanned the room. Across by the entranceway was Oliver Wood. It surprised him a little, but he soon got his compose back.

Oliver looked at Marcus, wondering what he was going to do. They were in a place where they could settle their differences once and for all.

But all he did was lift his glass to him in acknowledgment.

Wood stood in the doorway, confused. Someone pushed to get by and he snapped out the trace, going towards a table where Angelina Company was.
"That was strange," said Oliver. "I think Marcus said 'hi' to me." Everyone laughed.
"Wood, the number one rule here is 'No Fighting'. This place is too precious for any of us to fuck it up," Angelina said over the blaring of music that just started. He recognized it as muggle rock, stuff that he had listen to on occasion. Everyone else seemed to like it.

After a few minutes, the party was in full swing. Girls and boys from all dormitories were there. Most he just knew as bookworms, but the way they were dancing with one another, they didn't look that bookwormish anymore. George then sat right next to him, handing him a glass. Funny, he didn't even notice him get up. Oliver looked into the glass, then smelled it.
"What the hell is in this?" Oliver asked.
"It's called and Incredible Hulk. Muggle alcohol. Mix Hypnotic with some other shit, I forgot." "So you guys basically get drunk and have strippers, since that's what this place looks like?" "Pretty much," Lee laughed as he took a shot of something. George got up close to, so they could only hear.
"Let me tell you something, Wood. I know most of the people here are between the age of 16-18 and we don't much about the muggle world. All I know is that there a bunch of people from different houses, uniting, drinking, stripping, and screwing around. I can accept that. This place has so much more than I could EVER get back home. That's why it's so great for most of us. That why you should feel HONORED to be here. No shut up, drink your fuckin alcohol and loosen up. There HAS to be a certain reason why they let you come this time, so make the most of it," and with that, George leaned back and chugged the rest of his drink.

Oliver sighed, looked at his cup, and then chugged it.
"Thataboy, Wood!" exclaimed George, slapping him on the back. "Lee, we need some more!!! And keep them coming!!!"

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For the first time in his life, Oliver Wood was complete wasted.

It only took a few glasses of Incredible Hulk and some shots to get to his state. He had this stupid grin on his face, sitting at the table playing cards with Fred and Angelina. George had went into a back room with a Ravenclaw and Lee was at the bar getting more drinks.
"Gin! I win!" exclaimed Angelina happily, then giggling at her rhyme. She was also wasted.

Oliver thought this was the best thing in the world. A lot of people were on the dance floor, so crowed they looked hot under those light. The stage still hadn't been used.

Yet.

A guy who Oliver believed belonged to Slytherin jumped on the stage and held a mike in his hand.
"Attention everyone!" everyone died down. "Welcome to Partytime!!" a few screams came from the audience. "As you all know, there are still the rules in progress: number 1, no fighting whatsoever; number 2, if you're gonna get it on, go in the back." A few spurts of laugher filled the pause. "And finally, rule number 3, you tell ANYONE, we'll find you. Have a blast!!"

Everyone clapped or stomped their feet.
"No before we begin, there's always a few girls out here who think they can be what muggles call "strippers". Not that we MIND this or anything. But we're gonna have a few dance for you."

The guy's applause skyrocketed. The girls just laughed.

The music queued and a blonde from Gryffindor came out onstage, She was wearing short light blue shorts and a baby pink tank top. She got the boys attention by taking off her top, revealing her black bra. She danced and took off her shorts. After a few more minutes she was done. Oliver felt slightly disappointed. He thought they totally got naked. Oh well, goes to show you the muggle world. That, or they were most of them were underage.

After a few girls more girls, the music then started playing the beginning of Stone Temple Pilots "Dead and Bloated."

I am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me on

my birthday deathbed

I am smellin' like the rose

that somebody gave me

'cause I'm dead & bloated

The lights came on and there was a girl with a black skirt and black tank top and boots up to her thighs. Oliver's mouth dropped. Not because of the outfit, but who was wearing it: Makare.