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Awakening
Blood... laughter... darkness... death.
Ginny started from sleep, sweat covering her body. She scrambled back and sat against the headboard of Spike's bed, hugging her legs to her chest. The bed sunk on one side before a cold cloth was placed over her brow. She whimpered and turned, burying her face against Spike's chest. Spike kissed the top of her head, hoping to give her comfort.
"What did you see?" he asked softly.
"Blood... so many deaths," she whispered, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.
Spike wrapped his arms around her trembling form. He hated the fact that Ginny had to suffer. He rubbed small circles over the small of her back. Her trembling soon disappeared as she finally allowed a calming exhale. Her brows furrowed, as if she were listening for something. She turned slowly towards the only window in the house. The stars were visible. She stood and walked over to the window to peer at the sky, her nightdress giving her the appearance of a child trapped in an adult's body.
"The stars are singing to me," she whisper, an expression of awe lighting her face.
Spike remained silent, watching Ginny as a memory assaulted him.
Drusilla stood in the middle of Angelus's garden, holding a black rose as she stared up at the sky. She giggled as she swayed, singing softly.
"Catch doggy Sirius. Catch doggy Sirius. Torture the mutt until he's delirious," she sang, closing her eyes in happiness.
"Who are you singing to, Love?" Spike asked.
"The stars are singing with me," she cooed.
Spike shook his head. Drusilla was slipping into Ginny's mind. He stood and wrapped his arms around Ginny.
"Drusilla, get out," he whispered in Ginny's ear.
"You've changed, Pet. You're not my lovely anymore," she said before a white mist ghosted from Ginny's lips.
Ginny blinked slowly. "Spike. She left images. What's happening to me?" she asked softly.
A possessive glint sprang to Spike's eyes as he looked down at his Childe. He had turned her whilst in love with her, so she could not use family names, like Drusilla had used for Angelus and Darla. Ginny was his. He had marked her, and if anyone were to touch her... they would die a most gruesome death.
"Ginny, you were prophesized. You're the first daughter in the Weasley line. One of your greatest grandmothers was Drusilla, my dame. You were to be the next seer. You also have a few vampire abilities," he whispered.
Ginny closed her eyes and leaned into Spike's arms. Spike kissed the crook of her neck softly before turning Ginny around to kiss her slightly parted lips. Ginny sighed, allowing him to caress her lips with his own. She felt emotionally and physically drained.
"Nice aftershave," she randomly commented with a soft smile.
"Love, the last time I shaved was three days ago," he whispered.
Ginny's eye widened as the impact of realization hit her. Spike chuckled softly, making Ginny feel the vibration of his vocal cords.
"Heightened senses, Pet," he answered and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Go back to sleep. You need your rest," he ordered softly.
Ginevra returned to bed, allowing Spike to spoon himself around her from behind. The two slept, their sleeping minds unburdened by nightmares.
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Blaise moaned softly as Harry kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. She ran her hands through his surprisingly silky hair, marveling in the fact that such unruly hair could be so soft. Blaise loved post-sex. It was like the icing on the cake. The moment, however, was lost as a familiar knock sounded at the door. Harry groaned in frustration as Blaise wrapped a bed sheet around herself and opened the door. Draco and Hermione stood on the other side of the doorway.
"This room is going to be put to better use. Put some clothes on. A good group from each house will be here momentarily," Draco said.
Blaise nodded and allowed the two in. Harry and Blaise quickly dressed, raising no eyebrows from the other couple. Seeing the two naked did not put Draco and Hermione at unease. Hermione was practically family to Harry, especially as she was forced to dress him on numerous occasions for dates and such. Draco just had been witness to Blaise's nude body. He did take the girl's virginity, after all.
Hermione snapped her fingers, morphing the room into a cross between a poker room, a lounge, and as Harry called it 'love chamber.' The room was lit by ice torches (icicles with blue flames), bringing light to the many comfortable seats, loveseats, couches, and even day beds. The fabrics of the furniture displayed many shades of blue. A huge table with a deck of cards sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by blue cushioned, wooden chairs. Various curtains hung from the corners of the room, hiding away luxurious beds. A bar sat to one side of the room, and of course, the loo was hidden behind one of the two doorways.
Soon, sixth and seventh years from every house were locating to the room. All of the members of H4AD were there to lead their houses. There were twenty to thirty students from each house. The teachers were to stay clear of the Room of Requirement, for the Heads had told the Headmaster that they were having an inter-house party for sixth and seventh years.
Close to one hundred students were now sitting within the room with four people in large armchairs, six people on the love seats, eight people on the sofas, ten on the day beds, and may people sat on cushions and pillows on the floor while some stood.
Ginevra Weasley, the official Inter-house Queen and organizer of this event, stood on top of the large table and charmed her voice to be louder.
"EXCUSE ME! CAN I HAVE YOU'RE ATTENTION PLEASE? THANK YOU! NOW, I KNOW YOU ARE ALL WONDERING WHY I'VE BROUGHT YOU HERE! DARK DAYS WILL SOON BEGIN, AS YOU ALL KNOW FROM THE RECENT DEATH OF SEAMUS FINNIGAN! WE NEED TO REBUILD THE ALLIANCE BETWEEN THE HOUSES! THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT OF HAPPINESS WE WILL HAVE FOR A LONG TIME. SO MAKE THE MOST OF IT! NOW GET PISSED, AND BE MERRY! STRIP TWENTY-ONE WILL BEGIN HERE AT THIS TABLE!" she announced and returned her voice to normal before having Spike help her down from the table.
Spike sat down in the dealer's seat as about twelve students came to the table. Oriah Tesher, Niko Laowen, Sandra Bryer, Darres Lennox, Blake Mirabel, Connor Daniels, Lisa Turpin, Dean Thomas, Hannah Abbot, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Ronald Weasley sat down at the table. The crowd was mildly surprised by the nerve of Dean Thomas, Ron Weasley, Hannah Abbot, and Lisa Turpin who had the nerve to playing against the darkest crowd in Hogwarts. All of them, besides Oriah and Connor, were either Slytherin or Slytherin rejects who were not fully pure in blood.
Spike smirked, sending a devious looked towards the 'good four.' He shuffled the cards and stood.
"The rules: If the total of your cards are over 21, then you're busted. You'll probably be stripped of an article of clothing. Jacks, Queens, and Kings count as ten. Ace can either be eleven or one. You twist to up your cards if the amount is not close to twenty-one. If you get twenty-one you automatically win and choose a busted to strip... one article of clothing. If no one has twenty-one, the one who is closest to twenty-one wins. Got it? Good, 'cuz I'm not repeating," Spike drawled and dealt out thirty-six cards, two each.
Silence fell over the room as everyone watched the dozen look at their cards. Spike allowed a moment before turning to Blake Mirabel.
"Blake?" Spike called on the exotic, young beauty.
Blue, almost black eyes were masked as the woman looked up. She pursed her lips as she drummed her black nails against her face down cards. The young woman swung her black streaked multi-toned red hair out of her eyes.
"Twist me, Deala. I need-duh be drunk fuh this," she drawled, allowing her American accent to shine through her fake British voice.
As if on command, a heavily loaded firewhisky was plunked down beside her. She hastily took the tall glass and chugged down the seemingly acidic drink. The burning sensation that traveled down her throat seemed to not affect her. She snapped her fingers.
"An Opposites Attract this time," she ordered, sending a smirk towards Ron Weasley.
Spike handed the girl a card after her small display. She quickly looked at the card, her face remaining neutral.
"I stick," she said and leaned back in her chair.
"Niko?" Spike called the dark blonde.
Niko frowned slightly and looked at his cards once again. Niko was known for the best bluffs.
"Twist me twice," he ordered.
Spike merely arched an eyebrow and dealt the lying snake two cards. Niko didn't even look at his cards.
"I'll stick," Niko said quickly and placed his hands over his four cards.
"Dean?" Spike asked the boy.
"Twist," the boy said after a moment of hesitation before he was handed a new card. "Crap! Bust!" he exclaimed and proceeded to bang his head against the table.
The others simply smirked. Spike turned to Oriah and raised an eyebrow. The ethereal woman glanced at her cards, her facial expression remaining passive. The bartender came around and stopped at Oriah, who held no drink.
"I'd like a double shot of Mystical Mayhem with a twist," she purred.
Spike dealt a card and the bartender placed Oriah's order on top of the card. The liquid was periwinkle blue and seemed to swirl in the glass, mist rolling out of the drink. She took the card and quickly looked at it.
"I stick," she said and began to sip at her drink.
Darres, who sat beside Oriah, had not looked at his cards once.
"Triple twist me, Spike," he drawled.
Spike sent three cards towards the azure blue-haired teen.
"Sandra?" Spike asked.
"I'm sticking," the girl said.
They went around the table and finally landed on Ron.
"So. Will we finally see if the drapes match the carpet, Weasley?" Blake purred with a sweet smile, her eyes lit with devious intentions.
Ron's face turned as red as his hair at her question. The others snickered as Ron cautiously kept his cards, not wanting to risk his clothes. Connor chuckled.
"You need to get pissed to enjoy this, Ronald Eugene Weasley," Connor drawled as he casually sipped at his Kiss Me Deadly.
"Hahaha! Weasel's middle name is Eugene!" a stupid voice exclaimed from the crowd.
Draco stood up quickly, growling. "Shut your fucking mouth, Goyle!" Draco yelled, his voice only slightly slurred after four glasses of Left For Dead, the strongest alcohol in the bar.
"Draco sit down, flip your cards everyone," Spike ordered with a sneer.
Darres ended up having a perfect twenty-one with his five cards. Darres frowned as he looked at Dean.
"Loose the shirt, Thomas," Darres drawled as they all handed their cards to Spike.
Dean blushed and took his shirt off. A catcall came from the 'audience.' Spike re-dealt the cards. On the next deal, Sandra, Oriah, and Blake had to take their shirts off. Then Ron had to take off his shirt. By the middle of the game, all the girls were left only in their skivvies and high heels, most of the boys were down to their boxers (or briefs) and an occasional few were actually wearing bother boxers and briefs as a safety hazard. Half of the crowd was drooling by now. Somehow Connor still had on his leather jacket. When Lisa Turpin was told to loose her bra, Connor had made a deal. He would give her his jacket and in exchange he'd strip down to his birthday suit. Everyone was drunk by now. So Connor's proposition was met by a great deal of applause.
The prudes of the school were shagging like horny house elves behind the silenced curtains. The sworn nonalcoholics were two sheets to the wind. The virgins were laid. The calm and collected were wild and spontaneous. Everyone was breaking at least ten school rules. The whole graduating class and their charges were going haywire.
Ginny now sat in Spike's lap, nibbling on his ear and shifting positions as Spike dealt out the cards. "Is that a wand in ur pocket or are you 'appy tuh see me?" Ginny slurred as she ran her hand over the bulge in Spike's pants.
Hannah Abbot teetered with suppressed laughter as Spike replied. "Ginny, Pet, you should know by now that I don't own a wand," Spike drawled.
After eight glasses of Left For Dead, Spike was still not drunk enough. Ginny had had five glasses of Bloody Mary and was quite tipsy. It was amusing seeing as she had earlier made fun of Britney Spears.
Lisa and Connor had long since disappeared behind a corner as the game continued. Ron ended up in the nude, causing many jokes about drapes and carpets. They had all demanded that Pansy put her clothes back on, seeing as everyone hated the pug-faced slut. Blake ended up pouncing on Ron, a predatory gleam shining in her eyes. The game ended whenever Crabbe jumped up onto the table and stripped to YMCA by the Village People. Draco quickly obliviated both Crabbe and Goyle and sent them to their dormitory.
After a heated discussion of what they should do, they decided on truth or dare. Small vials of veritaserum were provided. They quickly gathered those who were behind the curtains. Darres began the game in only his boxers (Spike would not let the card players put their clothes back on) with calling on Draco.
"Dray, truth or dare?" he asked, laying his arm over the back of his couch, behind Oriah's neck.
"Truth," Draco said without a moment of hesitation before downing a vial of veritaserum.
"Describe your wildest, kinkiest fantasy," Darres ordered with a smirk.
"Hermione tells me exactly what she wants me to do to her. I do it, then right after I bind her to the bed and keep her going for three hours, then we bring out deserts, and we finish with role-playing," Draco said, a devilish smirk on his lips as he turned his gaze to Hermione.
"Weasel, truth or dare?" Draco called on Ron.
"Dare," was the red-haired boy's immediate answer.
"I dare you to put on Sandra's clothes and dance and sing to Dirrty by Christina Aguilera," Draco said, his smirk still in place.
Sandra snickered and gave Ron her fishnet stockings, black miniskirt, and her black belly shirt with fishnet midriff and fishnet long sleeves. Ron enlarged the clothes so that he wouldn't stretch them and put on the clothes behind a curtain. Ron had a strange voice and his dance moves were awkward in his high heels as he danced and sang on top of the card table.
When Ron was finished he called on Mandy Brocklehurst.
"Truth," she said with a bright smile, before drinking her veritaserum.
"Did you really fuck some guy in the audience after the show at Time of Night?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered bluntly.
Terry's temper boiled with jealousy at his crush's confession.
"Orrin and Darres," Mandy called.
Hermione's brother (A/N: You didn't forget him, did you?) looked up, his hair now scissored to jagged lengths for a more styled look. He raised an eyebrow. Darres also arched an eyebrow in slight interest.
"Dare," the two answered.
"I dare Darres to make out with Oriah while Orrin likes shartega (a wizard version of tequila) off of her stomach," the girl said.
Darres only rolled his eyes at the 'daring' dare as a bored expression appeared on Orrin's face. They did as they were told before Orrin chose his victim.
"Harry, truth or dare?" he asked the teen.
"Hmm... dare," Harry slurred as he ran his fingers through Blaise's hair.
"I dare you to seduce Snape," Orrin said, smirking devilishly.
Harry froze and turned wide eyes towards Orrin, horror written in his eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me," Harry breathed.
"Nope. Better get cracking," Orrin drawled with that damned smirk.
Blaise sent an angry glare towards Orrin. Orrin suddenly felt disturbed by the murderous glint in her eyes.
"Merlin, Ginny... go ahead and pick somebody for me. I need to retch," Harry said and stumbled towards the bathroom.
When he opened the door, he froze. High-pitched, labored breaths were coming from the sink. A voice that sounded oddly like Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks sounded amongst grunts.
"OH MERLIN! YES! DRAKIE! DON'T STOP! HERYMY! AHHHH!" yelled a pitchy voice.
Harry's gaze landed on a masturbating squirrel. Suddenly, the squirrel burst into song. "Can you feel the love tonight?" it sang.
Harry quickly turned, emotionally scarred. He ran out of the room of requirement, blindingly racing through the halls. Fate seemed against him, however, as he ran into a rather solid barrier. He fell to the floor, breaking his ankle in the process. He immediately looked up as a deep, body- shuddering voice drawled before him.
"Mr. Potter, are you so blind? Or do you believe that you can willingly become a ghost. Ten points from Gryffindor for this little stunt," Snape said in a deadly calm voice.
Harry blushed as his gaze landed on the man he was destined to seduce. Though, pain brought him out of his frozen state.
"Sire, I think I've broken my ankle," Harry muttered, gingerly touching the swollen area before taking a sharp inhale of breath.
A nasty sneer immediately deformed the older man's lips. "And what do you suppose I do about the result of your clumsiness?" Snape drawled.
"Err... help me to the Hospital Wing?" Harry said, his voice rising questioningly.
If Snape loathed Potter, then he certainly loathed idiots who talked up to others.
"Shut your gob and follow me," Snape hissed and grabbed Harry by his bicep.
Harry winced as Snape pulled him towards the Hospital Wing, but it would be impossible for Harry to limp up the staircases.
"Sir? I can't go up the steps," Harry stated, hating his momentary weakness as he slowly followed Snape.
Snape rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket to find... nothing. Damn! That damned squirrel had stolen his wand on his little surprise visit at midnight last night. He growled and picked Harry up. An embarrassed blush colored Harry's cheeks. The two finally made it to the Hospital Wing... after being spotted by ten students of the gossiping club.
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A hooded figure stormed into the throne room of the Master's home. A cloak billowed menacingly behind the robed figure. Children cowered at the presence of the dark human. The figure dropped to its knees before the snake like man.
"My Lord, I bring bad news. The Seer is suspicious of us. She knows what comes to Hogwarts. We must rid her of the picture before she Sees who I am," hissed the voice of the figure.
"No. We will keep her. And what of my other Hogwarts spies?" the Dark Lord hissed in return.
"They have grown silent in our meetings. I have grown to suspect that they have ulterior motives, My Lord," came the reply.
"Snape!" Voldemort yelled.
The Potions Master of Hogwarts stepped forward and bowed, his eyes glittering within the slit-like holes of his silver mask.
"At your service, Master," Snape muttered.
"You have not truly seen my youngest spy, have you Severus?" Voldemort asked, running a violating hand over Snape's jaw line.
"No, My Lord," Snape answered, fighting to swallow the bile within his mouth from the Dark Lord's touch.
"Take down your hood, my child," Voldemort ordered.
Clawed, pale hands reached up and slowly slid back the shadowing hood that concealed its identity. Snape's eyes widened in suppressed fear as he caught his first sight of the spy.
"Our dear, old Sevvy has been feeding information to our beloved Master," the person drawled.
A malicious smirk mutated the Dark Lord's face as a murderous glint sprang to his slight eyes.
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A new day dawned after the infamous 6th-7th year party that would have gone down in one of the most memorable parties at Hogwarts. A select few were wary as they waited anxiously for the Daily Prophet. Only Ginny knew what was to happen. Everyone else was merry as they ate their breakfast.
Ron was stuffing his face, as usual. Hermione was scowling at Ron's eating habits over an open book whilst sending smiling glances towards Draco, and Harry ignored their bickering, as usual. Glares where shared between Fred and Spike. Draco was trying to keep Pansy out of his pants whilst returning Hermione's furtive glances. Almost everything seemed normal. Almost.
The entrance doors burst open as a man stumbled in. A groan escaped him as he fell to the floor. He crawled forward, his black hair matted to his face. Blood poured from his hairline, his face colored with bruises. Mangled hands reached blindly for guidance as Dumbledore stood. Unseeing, charcoal black eyes looked up, fear written in his once proud, emotionless eyes.
"He knows. HE KNOWS!" the man yelled in a hoarse voice.
Albus left the staff table, running towards the injured man. The man looked around wildly, seeing only darkness before grabbing onto a student's robes. Harry's robes.
"THE WALLS WILL BLEED!" the man yelled before falling into a coma.
Harry's eyes widened in panic as he recognized the man. Screams erupted as blood began to ooze from the stone walls of the school. Albus kneeled before the man and pushed his raven locks away from his face.
"Oh, Severus. What has he done to you?" Albus asked in a choked whisper as chaos ensued.
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A/N: Sixteenth chapter! –coughs- Erm...did you like it? It took me forever to write it, it was thirteen notebook pages long! I know, it was a bit dark...but that's what plot chapters are supposed to be like. Poor Sevvy. THERE IS A SPY AT HOGWARTS! I'm serious, and you'll never guess who it is. Try! Try and guess who the spy is! Tehehe. Erm, I really need to bring Fred back into the pictures. And I didn't introduce Wes to the story yet. Hehehe. Dark chapters are coming. Very dark. There might be some fluff, I don't know. What do you guys think? And I hope yall enjoyed the 'Dookie is masturbating' scene. We're about halfway through the story. Lol.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! giggles I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own a lot of characters in this story. The ritual that's in this story is mine. Lol. I can't name all of the things that are mine! I don't own Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Elton John's songs, or anything like that. Thank Merlin. Lol.
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Awakening
Blood... laughter... darkness... death.
Ginny started from sleep, sweat covering her body. She scrambled back and sat against the headboard of Spike's bed, hugging her legs to her chest. The bed sunk on one side before a cold cloth was placed over her brow. She whimpered and turned, burying her face against Spike's chest. Spike kissed the top of her head, hoping to give her comfort.
"What did you see?" he asked softly.
"Blood... so many deaths," she whispered, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.
Spike wrapped his arms around her trembling form. He hated the fact that Ginny had to suffer. He rubbed small circles over the small of her back. Her trembling soon disappeared as she finally allowed a calming exhale. Her brows furrowed, as if she were listening for something. She turned slowly towards the only window in the house. The stars were visible. She stood and walked over to the window to peer at the sky, her nightdress giving her the appearance of a child trapped in an adult's body.
"The stars are singing to me," she whisper, an expression of awe lighting her face.
Spike remained silent, watching Ginny as a memory assaulted him.
Drusilla stood in the middle of Angelus's garden, holding a black rose as she stared up at the sky. She giggled as she swayed, singing softly.
"Catch doggy Sirius. Catch doggy Sirius. Torture the mutt until he's delirious," she sang, closing her eyes in happiness.
"Who are you singing to, Love?" Spike asked.
"The stars are singing with me," she cooed.
Spike shook his head. Drusilla was slipping into Ginny's mind. He stood and wrapped his arms around Ginny.
"Drusilla, get out," he whispered in Ginny's ear.
"You've changed, Pet. You're not my lovely anymore," she said before a white mist ghosted from Ginny's lips.
Ginny blinked slowly. "Spike. She left images. What's happening to me?" she asked softly.
A possessive glint sprang to Spike's eyes as he looked down at his Childe. He had turned her whilst in love with her, so she could not use family names, like Drusilla had used for Angelus and Darla. Ginny was his. He had marked her, and if anyone were to touch her... they would die a most gruesome death.
"Ginny, you were prophesized. You're the first daughter in the Weasley line. One of your greatest grandmothers was Drusilla, my dame. You were to be the next seer. You also have a few vampire abilities," he whispered.
Ginny closed her eyes and leaned into Spike's arms. Spike kissed the crook of her neck softly before turning Ginny around to kiss her slightly parted lips. Ginny sighed, allowing him to caress her lips with his own. She felt emotionally and physically drained.
"Nice aftershave," she randomly commented with a soft smile.
"Love, the last time I shaved was three days ago," he whispered.
Ginny's eye widened as the impact of realization hit her. Spike chuckled softly, making Ginny feel the vibration of his vocal cords.
"Heightened senses, Pet," he answered and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Go back to sleep. You need your rest," he ordered softly.
Ginevra returned to bed, allowing Spike to spoon himself around her from behind. The two slept, their sleeping minds unburdened by nightmares.
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Blaise moaned softly as Harry kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. She ran her hands through his surprisingly silky hair, marveling in the fact that such unruly hair could be so soft. Blaise loved post-sex. It was like the icing on the cake. The moment, however, was lost as a familiar knock sounded at the door. Harry groaned in frustration as Blaise wrapped a bed sheet around herself and opened the door. Draco and Hermione stood on the other side of the doorway.
"This room is going to be put to better use. Put some clothes on. A good group from each house will be here momentarily," Draco said.
Blaise nodded and allowed the two in. Harry and Blaise quickly dressed, raising no eyebrows from the other couple. Seeing the two naked did not put Draco and Hermione at unease. Hermione was practically family to Harry, especially as she was forced to dress him on numerous occasions for dates and such. Draco just had been witness to Blaise's nude body. He did take the girl's virginity, after all.
Hermione snapped her fingers, morphing the room into a cross between a poker room, a lounge, and as Harry called it 'love chamber.' The room was lit by ice torches (icicles with blue flames), bringing light to the many comfortable seats, loveseats, couches, and even day beds. The fabrics of the furniture displayed many shades of blue. A huge table with a deck of cards sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by blue cushioned, wooden chairs. Various curtains hung from the corners of the room, hiding away luxurious beds. A bar sat to one side of the room, and of course, the loo was hidden behind one of the two doorways.
Soon, sixth and seventh years from every house were locating to the room. All of the members of H4AD were there to lead their houses. There were twenty to thirty students from each house. The teachers were to stay clear of the Room of Requirement, for the Heads had told the Headmaster that they were having an inter-house party for sixth and seventh years.
Close to one hundred students were now sitting within the room with four people in large armchairs, six people on the love seats, eight people on the sofas, ten on the day beds, and may people sat on cushions and pillows on the floor while some stood.
Ginevra Weasley, the official Inter-house Queen and organizer of this event, stood on top of the large table and charmed her voice to be louder.
"EXCUSE ME! CAN I HAVE YOU'RE ATTENTION PLEASE? THANK YOU! NOW, I KNOW YOU ARE ALL WONDERING WHY I'VE BROUGHT YOU HERE! DARK DAYS WILL SOON BEGIN, AS YOU ALL KNOW FROM THE RECENT DEATH OF SEAMUS FINNIGAN! WE NEED TO REBUILD THE ALLIANCE BETWEEN THE HOUSES! THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT OF HAPPINESS WE WILL HAVE FOR A LONG TIME. SO MAKE THE MOST OF IT! NOW GET PISSED, AND BE MERRY! STRIP TWENTY-ONE WILL BEGIN HERE AT THIS TABLE!" she announced and returned her voice to normal before having Spike help her down from the table.
Spike sat down in the dealer's seat as about twelve students came to the table. Oriah Tesher, Niko Laowen, Sandra Bryer, Darres Lennox, Blake Mirabel, Connor Daniels, Lisa Turpin, Dean Thomas, Hannah Abbot, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Ronald Weasley sat down at the table. The crowd was mildly surprised by the nerve of Dean Thomas, Ron Weasley, Hannah Abbot, and Lisa Turpin who had the nerve to playing against the darkest crowd in Hogwarts. All of them, besides Oriah and Connor, were either Slytherin or Slytherin rejects who were not fully pure in blood.
Spike smirked, sending a devious looked towards the 'good four.' He shuffled the cards and stood.
"The rules: If the total of your cards are over 21, then you're busted. You'll probably be stripped of an article of clothing. Jacks, Queens, and Kings count as ten. Ace can either be eleven or one. You twist to up your cards if the amount is not close to twenty-one. If you get twenty-one you automatically win and choose a busted to strip... one article of clothing. If no one has twenty-one, the one who is closest to twenty-one wins. Got it? Good, 'cuz I'm not repeating," Spike drawled and dealt out thirty-six cards, two each.
Silence fell over the room as everyone watched the dozen look at their cards. Spike allowed a moment before turning to Blake Mirabel.
"Blake?" Spike called on the exotic, young beauty.
Blue, almost black eyes were masked as the woman looked up. She pursed her lips as she drummed her black nails against her face down cards. The young woman swung her black streaked multi-toned red hair out of her eyes.
"Twist me, Deala. I need-duh be drunk fuh this," she drawled, allowing her American accent to shine through her fake British voice.
As if on command, a heavily loaded firewhisky was plunked down beside her. She hastily took the tall glass and chugged down the seemingly acidic drink. The burning sensation that traveled down her throat seemed to not affect her. She snapped her fingers.
"An Opposites Attract this time," she ordered, sending a smirk towards Ron Weasley.
Spike handed the girl a card after her small display. She quickly looked at the card, her face remaining neutral.
"I stick," she said and leaned back in her chair.
"Niko?" Spike called the dark blonde.
Niko frowned slightly and looked at his cards once again. Niko was known for the best bluffs.
"Twist me twice," he ordered.
Spike merely arched an eyebrow and dealt the lying snake two cards. Niko didn't even look at his cards.
"I'll stick," Niko said quickly and placed his hands over his four cards.
"Dean?" Spike asked the boy.
"Twist," the boy said after a moment of hesitation before he was handed a new card. "Crap! Bust!" he exclaimed and proceeded to bang his head against the table.
The others simply smirked. Spike turned to Oriah and raised an eyebrow. The ethereal woman glanced at her cards, her facial expression remaining passive. The bartender came around and stopped at Oriah, who held no drink.
"I'd like a double shot of Mystical Mayhem with a twist," she purred.
Spike dealt a card and the bartender placed Oriah's order on top of the card. The liquid was periwinkle blue and seemed to swirl in the glass, mist rolling out of the drink. She took the card and quickly looked at it.
"I stick," she said and began to sip at her drink.
Darres, who sat beside Oriah, had not looked at his cards once.
"Triple twist me, Spike," he drawled.
Spike sent three cards towards the azure blue-haired teen.
"Sandra?" Spike asked.
"I'm sticking," the girl said.
They went around the table and finally landed on Ron.
"So. Will we finally see if the drapes match the carpet, Weasley?" Blake purred with a sweet smile, her eyes lit with devious intentions.
Ron's face turned as red as his hair at her question. The others snickered as Ron cautiously kept his cards, not wanting to risk his clothes. Connor chuckled.
"You need to get pissed to enjoy this, Ronald Eugene Weasley," Connor drawled as he casually sipped at his Kiss Me Deadly.
"Hahaha! Weasel's middle name is Eugene!" a stupid voice exclaimed from the crowd.
Draco stood up quickly, growling. "Shut your fucking mouth, Goyle!" Draco yelled, his voice only slightly slurred after four glasses of Left For Dead, the strongest alcohol in the bar.
"Draco sit down, flip your cards everyone," Spike ordered with a sneer.
Darres ended up having a perfect twenty-one with his five cards. Darres frowned as he looked at Dean.
"Loose the shirt, Thomas," Darres drawled as they all handed their cards to Spike.
Dean blushed and took his shirt off. A catcall came from the 'audience.' Spike re-dealt the cards. On the next deal, Sandra, Oriah, and Blake had to take their shirts off. Then Ron had to take off his shirt. By the middle of the game, all the girls were left only in their skivvies and high heels, most of the boys were down to their boxers (or briefs) and an occasional few were actually wearing bother boxers and briefs as a safety hazard. Half of the crowd was drooling by now. Somehow Connor still had on his leather jacket. When Lisa Turpin was told to loose her bra, Connor had made a deal. He would give her his jacket and in exchange he'd strip down to his birthday suit. Everyone was drunk by now. So Connor's proposition was met by a great deal of applause.
The prudes of the school were shagging like horny house elves behind the silenced curtains. The sworn nonalcoholics were two sheets to the wind. The virgins were laid. The calm and collected were wild and spontaneous. Everyone was breaking at least ten school rules. The whole graduating class and their charges were going haywire.
Ginny now sat in Spike's lap, nibbling on his ear and shifting positions as Spike dealt out the cards. "Is that a wand in ur pocket or are you 'appy tuh see me?" Ginny slurred as she ran her hand over the bulge in Spike's pants.
Hannah Abbot teetered with suppressed laughter as Spike replied. "Ginny, Pet, you should know by now that I don't own a wand," Spike drawled.
After eight glasses of Left For Dead, Spike was still not drunk enough. Ginny had had five glasses of Bloody Mary and was quite tipsy. It was amusing seeing as she had earlier made fun of Britney Spears.
Lisa and Connor had long since disappeared behind a corner as the game continued. Ron ended up in the nude, causing many jokes about drapes and carpets. They had all demanded that Pansy put her clothes back on, seeing as everyone hated the pug-faced slut. Blake ended up pouncing on Ron, a predatory gleam shining in her eyes. The game ended whenever Crabbe jumped up onto the table and stripped to YMCA by the Village People. Draco quickly obliviated both Crabbe and Goyle and sent them to their dormitory.
After a heated discussion of what they should do, they decided on truth or dare. Small vials of veritaserum were provided. They quickly gathered those who were behind the curtains. Darres began the game in only his boxers (Spike would not let the card players put their clothes back on) with calling on Draco.
"Dray, truth or dare?" he asked, laying his arm over the back of his couch, behind Oriah's neck.
"Truth," Draco said without a moment of hesitation before downing a vial of veritaserum.
"Describe your wildest, kinkiest fantasy," Darres ordered with a smirk.
"Hermione tells me exactly what she wants me to do to her. I do it, then right after I bind her to the bed and keep her going for three hours, then we bring out deserts, and we finish with role-playing," Draco said, a devilish smirk on his lips as he turned his gaze to Hermione.
"Weasel, truth or dare?" Draco called on Ron.
"Dare," was the red-haired boy's immediate answer.
"I dare you to put on Sandra's clothes and dance and sing to Dirrty by Christina Aguilera," Draco said, his smirk still in place.
Sandra snickered and gave Ron her fishnet stockings, black miniskirt, and her black belly shirt with fishnet midriff and fishnet long sleeves. Ron enlarged the clothes so that he wouldn't stretch them and put on the clothes behind a curtain. Ron had a strange voice and his dance moves were awkward in his high heels as he danced and sang on top of the card table.
When Ron was finished he called on Mandy Brocklehurst.
"Truth," she said with a bright smile, before drinking her veritaserum.
"Did you really fuck some guy in the audience after the show at Time of Night?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered bluntly.
Terry's temper boiled with jealousy at his crush's confession.
"Orrin and Darres," Mandy called.
Hermione's brother (A/N: You didn't forget him, did you?) looked up, his hair now scissored to jagged lengths for a more styled look. He raised an eyebrow. Darres also arched an eyebrow in slight interest.
"Dare," the two answered.
"I dare Darres to make out with Oriah while Orrin likes shartega (a wizard version of tequila) off of her stomach," the girl said.
Darres only rolled his eyes at the 'daring' dare as a bored expression appeared on Orrin's face. They did as they were told before Orrin chose his victim.
"Harry, truth or dare?" he asked the teen.
"Hmm... dare," Harry slurred as he ran his fingers through Blaise's hair.
"I dare you to seduce Snape," Orrin said, smirking devilishly.
Harry froze and turned wide eyes towards Orrin, horror written in his eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me," Harry breathed.
"Nope. Better get cracking," Orrin drawled with that damned smirk.
Blaise sent an angry glare towards Orrin. Orrin suddenly felt disturbed by the murderous glint in her eyes.
"Merlin, Ginny... go ahead and pick somebody for me. I need to retch," Harry said and stumbled towards the bathroom.
When he opened the door, he froze. High-pitched, labored breaths were coming from the sink. A voice that sounded oddly like Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks sounded amongst grunts.
"OH MERLIN! YES! DRAKIE! DON'T STOP! HERYMY! AHHHH!" yelled a pitchy voice.
Harry's gaze landed on a masturbating squirrel. Suddenly, the squirrel burst into song. "Can you feel the love tonight?" it sang.
Harry quickly turned, emotionally scarred. He ran out of the room of requirement, blindingly racing through the halls. Fate seemed against him, however, as he ran into a rather solid barrier. He fell to the floor, breaking his ankle in the process. He immediately looked up as a deep, body- shuddering voice drawled before him.
"Mr. Potter, are you so blind? Or do you believe that you can willingly become a ghost. Ten points from Gryffindor for this little stunt," Snape said in a deadly calm voice.
Harry blushed as his gaze landed on the man he was destined to seduce. Though, pain brought him out of his frozen state.
"Sire, I think I've broken my ankle," Harry muttered, gingerly touching the swollen area before taking a sharp inhale of breath.
A nasty sneer immediately deformed the older man's lips. "And what do you suppose I do about the result of your clumsiness?" Snape drawled.
"Err... help me to the Hospital Wing?" Harry said, his voice rising questioningly.
If Snape loathed Potter, then he certainly loathed idiots who talked up to others.
"Shut your gob and follow me," Snape hissed and grabbed Harry by his bicep.
Harry winced as Snape pulled him towards the Hospital Wing, but it would be impossible for Harry to limp up the staircases.
"Sir? I can't go up the steps," Harry stated, hating his momentary weakness as he slowly followed Snape.
Snape rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket to find... nothing. Damn! That damned squirrel had stolen his wand on his little surprise visit at midnight last night. He growled and picked Harry up. An embarrassed blush colored Harry's cheeks. The two finally made it to the Hospital Wing... after being spotted by ten students of the gossiping club.
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A hooded figure stormed into the throne room of the Master's home. A cloak billowed menacingly behind the robed figure. Children cowered at the presence of the dark human. The figure dropped to its knees before the snake like man.
"My Lord, I bring bad news. The Seer is suspicious of us. She knows what comes to Hogwarts. We must rid her of the picture before she Sees who I am," hissed the voice of the figure.
"No. We will keep her. And what of my other Hogwarts spies?" the Dark Lord hissed in return.
"They have grown silent in our meetings. I have grown to suspect that they have ulterior motives, My Lord," came the reply.
"Snape!" Voldemort yelled.
The Potions Master of Hogwarts stepped forward and bowed, his eyes glittering within the slit-like holes of his silver mask.
"At your service, Master," Snape muttered.
"You have not truly seen my youngest spy, have you Severus?" Voldemort asked, running a violating hand over Snape's jaw line.
"No, My Lord," Snape answered, fighting to swallow the bile within his mouth from the Dark Lord's touch.
"Take down your hood, my child," Voldemort ordered.
Clawed, pale hands reached up and slowly slid back the shadowing hood that concealed its identity. Snape's eyes widened in suppressed fear as he caught his first sight of the spy.
"Our dear, old Sevvy has been feeding information to our beloved Master," the person drawled.
A malicious smirk mutated the Dark Lord's face as a murderous glint sprang to his slight eyes.
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A new day dawned after the infamous 6th-7th year party that would have gone down in one of the most memorable parties at Hogwarts. A select few were wary as they waited anxiously for the Daily Prophet. Only Ginny knew what was to happen. Everyone else was merry as they ate their breakfast.
Ron was stuffing his face, as usual. Hermione was scowling at Ron's eating habits over an open book whilst sending smiling glances towards Draco, and Harry ignored their bickering, as usual. Glares where shared between Fred and Spike. Draco was trying to keep Pansy out of his pants whilst returning Hermione's furtive glances. Almost everything seemed normal. Almost.
The entrance doors burst open as a man stumbled in. A groan escaped him as he fell to the floor. He crawled forward, his black hair matted to his face. Blood poured from his hairline, his face colored with bruises. Mangled hands reached blindly for guidance as Dumbledore stood. Unseeing, charcoal black eyes looked up, fear written in his once proud, emotionless eyes.
"He knows. HE KNOWS!" the man yelled in a hoarse voice.
Albus left the staff table, running towards the injured man. The man looked around wildly, seeing only darkness before grabbing onto a student's robes. Harry's robes.
"THE WALLS WILL BLEED!" the man yelled before falling into a coma.
Harry's eyes widened in panic as he recognized the man. Screams erupted as blood began to ooze from the stone walls of the school. Albus kneeled before the man and pushed his raven locks away from his face.
"Oh, Severus. What has he done to you?" Albus asked in a choked whisper as chaos ensued.
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A/N: Sixteenth chapter! –coughs- Erm...did you like it? It took me forever to write it, it was thirteen notebook pages long! I know, it was a bit dark...but that's what plot chapters are supposed to be like. Poor Sevvy. THERE IS A SPY AT HOGWARTS! I'm serious, and you'll never guess who it is. Try! Try and guess who the spy is! Tehehe. Erm, I really need to bring Fred back into the pictures. And I didn't introduce Wes to the story yet. Hehehe. Dark chapters are coming. Very dark. There might be some fluff, I don't know. What do you guys think? And I hope yall enjoyed the 'Dookie is masturbating' scene. We're about halfway through the story. Lol.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and I do not own any of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel characters. I own a certain someone whom JKR never thought of. He's mine! Back off! I wish I owned Draco and Spike, but I don't. BUT! I OWN THE EAST TOWER! giggles I do own the crazed, gray squirrel. I own a lot of characters in this story. The ritual that's in this story is mine. Lol. I can't name all of the things that are mine! I don't own Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Elton John's songs, or anything like that. Thank Merlin. Lol.
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