AN: This chapter has some drinking in it. I rated the fic "R", so you shouldn't be shocked to see this, but I just thought I'd give you a fair warning. Also, the sexual side of things is going to start picking up. You've been warned.

Raven, Draco, and Pansy were deep in conversation about Quidditch later that day in potions class when Professor Snape flung open the dungeon door and stormed in. Though it was highly unusual for him to be late, the class had officially began ten minutes ago. He tapped the board with his wand and instructions to make a complicated potion appeared.

"I don't want to hear any bitching about this assignment. You will prepare your ingredients today and that is all. As you can see, they need very careful preparation. We will begin brewing the potion tomorrow..."

"What potion is it?" A voice asked. As usual, it was Hermonie Granger.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor. Miss. Granger, you will learn to raise your hand and wait to be called on..."

"But you never call on me..."

"I know I don't call on you. It's because I don't need a child trying to undermine me. Another fifty points from Gryffindor!"

"I'm not a child. I'm 17..."

"Seventy-five more points from Gryffindor! Shall I go higher? I can keep this up all day." Snape said viciously, giving Hermonie a threatening glare. She sank into her seat and shut her mouth. "Good. As I was saying, we will begin brewing this tomorrow. All you need to do is prepare your ingredients. It will take awhile, but by chance if you finish early, I don't want to hear your voice. If I do, I will deduct no less than one hundred points from your house. I have some work to do. Unless you want detention for a week, do not interrupt me." Snape scowled at the class and brought his cauldron in front of the room to a boil.

"So how many points did you lose, Mudblood? One hundred and fifty?" Draco whispered tauntingly at Hermonie.

"Oh, get off it Draco." Hermonie shot back loudly. Raven was about to curse her when the professor yelled.

"GRANGER, SHUT UP!" Snape roared. "Detention for a week and one hundred more points from Gryffindor! I'll take the whole lot of them away if I hear your voice again!" The Gryffindor's looked at Hermonie with a pissed expression on their faces. Draco smirked at her and started slicing his mugwart roots.

About an hour later, Professor Snape was walking around the class, inspecting the students work. He scowled at many of the Gryffindor's and wrote some notes down on a piece of parchment. He seemed rather disappointed that Hermonie had managed to cut and grind her ingredients perfectly.

"Well, Miss. Granger, you've managed to do something right in this class. This deserves points, don't you think? Oh, I'd say three would do the trick. Yes, three points to Gryffindor. Of course, it won't nearly make up for all the ones you've lost, but you have to start somewhere." Hermonie was so pissed that she accidentally knocked over the minced toadstool from her desk. "Oh, what a shame... no grade for today then..." Snape said, satisfied. He then moved to the table where Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter were sitting. As usual, he took great pleasure aggressively in pointing out every mistake they made...

"I wonder of he shows as much authority in bed" Raven thought, gazing across the room at nothing in particular. "What the hell am I wondering that for?? Damn, he's a teacher... but still... he does look good for a older guy. And not that he's that old really. He's the youngest male professor I've seen in the castle. All of the other ones are so ancient! He sure has kept in shape it seems, though it is kind of hard to tell with him taking such a liking to thick black robes... but of he took it off, I'm sure..."

"Miss. Stardust? Are you ok?" Raven looked up and saw that Professor Snape was standing over her.

"Yes... I was just..."

"Well, I was just saying you did a wonderful job. Ten points to Slytherin for Raven's fine work. You must have excelled at your potions lessons back in Salem." Much to Raven's relief, Snape didn't seem to mind her wandering off. "Though if he'd like to do something about it..."

"Yes. It was one of my best classes." she said, trying to stop her mind from going to the gutter.

"That's obvious. Most my best potions students are from Slytherin. We were right to place you here." Snape smiled at her, then moved on to insulting another Gryffindor.

"If that mudblood keeps wasting away all of Gryffindor's points and you keep gaining then for us, Slytherin very well could beat them out this year." Draco whispered in her ear. He squeezed her arm and kissed her cheek lightly. Raven smiled at him. "Thanks for bringing me back." she thought, though for some reason she couldn't shake a feeling of slight disappointment.

Later that night, the Slytherin common room was a blaze with energy. Almost all of the house had decided to blow off studying and work to welcome the weekend. Music was blaring from nowhere, and some house elves had brought up some food and butterbeer. Raven had, for the second time that day, successfully managed to turn Draco on with another of her seductive dances. She was thankful to be back in the common room. The thoughts she had about Professor Snape had returned at dinner that night. It wasn't like she found the man disgusting. He was older than her, and a professor at the school. There would be huge complications if the thoughts became anything close to a reality. Raven and Draco sat down with their usual group on some plush green sofas in the far corner of the room.

"Raven, if you keep it up Draco will be walking around with a constant erection." Goyle joked.

"I don't have one. Unlike you, I have some control over it." Draco said, throwing a small black pillow at him.

"Oh, so I didn't turn you on?" Raven asked with a fake disappointed look on her face. It instantly turned seductive. "Should I try again?" Draco looked her like he had been beaten with a stupid stick. "Don't look at me like that. I know you liked it." she said, smiling slyly.

"Well, it would be a lie to say I didn't enjoy it..." he said, returning the smile.

"Get a damn room! I don't want to see you two mentally fucking each other!" Blaize said laughing.

"You're gonna see more than that in a minute." Draco replied, raising an eyebrow at Raven. He then playfully tackled her so she was laying under him. He smiled at her before going for the kill: a deep long kiss. He pressed his lips against hers passionately and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Raven returned the gesture and the kiss heated up like fire. After a minute or two, they parted, breathing heavily.

"Damn. If I'm going to have to watch the two of you go at it, I'm gonna at least have a bit of alcohol in me." Marcus Flint said, pointing his wand at the stairs that lead up to the boys common room. "Accio Firewhisky." A rather large bottle floated down the stairs and through the common room, a bit more than half full of a dark liquid. Marcus grabbed the bottle and opened it. He conjured some shot glasses and filled one. He immediately drank the firewhisky down.

"If you're gonna bring that out, you're gonna share it." Pansy said, pouring herself a shot. She drank it down and chased it with a long swig of butterbeer. "I fucking love that stuff."

"Hey Raven... you mind..." Draco asked pulling himself and Raven up, motioning to the bottle.

"Why the hell would I care? Just as long as you pour me one while you're at it." she said, smiling at him. "Please, just because I'm the American Minister's daughter, don't think I'm a stiff like that mudblood bitch Hermonie Granger." Raven sneered at the very name of the Gryffindor. She took the drink from Draco and drank it quickly.

It wasn't long before the whole group was drunk. Marcus and Blaize were making out while Pansy was in the middle of the room dancing seductively. Millicent, Crabbe, and Goyle were starting some type of drinking game. "Draco, hiccup Raven, wanna join in?" Millicent giggling.

"No, but I'll need some of that..." Raven said, taking an empty mug that had once held butterbeer from the table. She took the bottle of firewhisky and poured some into the cup.

"What the fuck... I'm not completely wasted yet." Draco said, reaching for the bottle. Raven put it on the table and slid it towards Millicent.

"Don't let him get that. I'll take care of him." Raven said, ignoring Draco's drunken protest. She pressed his body against the back of the couch and climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. "Shh..." Raven kissed Draco, softly at first, then more passionately as it progressed. He let out a soft moan of delight as he felt himself grow hard under her. There was no use trying to control it now. Besides, he was too drunk. Raven pulled away after a bit, mush to Draco's disappointment.

"Rave... why..."

"Like I said, shh. I'll take care of you." Raven smiled at him slyly and started undoing his shirt. She took it off and threw it to the floor. She reached over and picked up the mug of firewhisly from the table. She drank a bit, then poured it on his neck, letting it drip down him. She then proceeded to lick it off him.

"Oh my God..." Draco was breathing heavily, clearly enjoying the situation. Clearly, her initial bit of shyness that was there when she first arrived at the school was fading. At first, Draco had thought Raven to be an innocent girl, sheltered up in the shadow of her fathers work. The thought began to fade after Muggle Studies earlier, and was gone completely now. Raven was seductive and determined. She was starting to show all the characteristics that were evident in a true Slytherin. Draco was about to un-do Raven's shirt when he heard a voice call his name. It was Marcus.

"I'm a bit busy here, Flint..." he said, positing himself so he was now on top of Raven, slowly pulling open the buttons on her shirt. She didn't object.

"Yeah... but it's almost 4 AM, and we have quidditch practice tomorrow afternoon. The captain will kiss us if..."

"I am the captain, you idiot! Leave me alone!" Draco looked up at Marcus with rage in his eyes.

"Out first match is in a week... against Gryffindor. Didn't you say you wanted to beat Potter and his team of filth?" Marcus asked. Draco sighed and pushed some of his blonde hair from his eyes. Beating Harry and the Gryffindor's would be a huge victory. Besides, he and Raven could pick things back up again at the victory party...

"Fine. I'll be up in a second." he said in an annoyed tone. He got up off Raven and grabbed his shirt. "You know, you're more like a true Slytherin than you make yourself out to be... I can tell. There's a fire in you that won't seem to go out." he said. "Damn, that sounded dumb." he thought, regretting his words. Raven didn't seem to mind.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment coming from you." she replied, making no effort to re-do the few buttons Draco mad managed to undo before they were interrupted. He smiled at her and kissed her, then went up to his dorm.