BEHIND LOCKED DOORS
WARNING: Rated R for profanity and homosexual relations of the incestuous kind. But this is actually a story with a plot, not smutty homosexual porn. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
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Chapter Eighteen: The Christmas Party (Part Two)
Everybody except Marcus seemed eager to play.
"Oh, come on, Crabbe! You know i's a little kid's game." He scowled, folding his arms across his chest. Crabbe shrugged, knowing why Marcus was being stubborn in his drunken state.
"What if I said you could go first?" He asked slyly. Marcus' attitude changed very quickly…
"I'm in! …Theo?"
"Yeah mate?" Theo slurred drunkenly, his head resting on his twin's shoulder.
"Truth or Dare?" Marcus flashed an evil grin, revealing slightly crooked teeth.
"Uh…Dare, I guess…"
"Oooh…this will be good…" Marcus' evil grin widened. "I dare you to…strip naked and run through the party room!" Theo snorted.
"Done and done…and I mean done!" He was already removing his outer robes and shoes as he spoke. Everybody grinned at each other as he removed his shirt and pants, then his boxers and prepared to make his way downstairs…
"This I have to see!" Draco declared, getting to his feet and drunkenly stumbling out of the room.
"Hey! Wait up!" Pansy, Padma, Lucas, Pavarti and Marcus were eagerly following suit as fast as they could without tripping over anything in their drunken states, barely noticing that Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent had stayed behind. Then a piercing scream erupted from downstairs.
"Oh, Merlin!" A female voice shrieked as Theo streaked through the room, nearly falling over his own feet more than once and laughing insanely the whole time.
"Lookatmelookatmelookatmelookatmelookatme…" Theo yelled, or rather, slurred as loud as he could. All of the older women in the room, such as Draco's Grandmother, Desmonda Malfoy, began to scream, while younger ones, such as Bellatrix Lestrange and all of the teenaged girls, began laughing uncontrollably, bent over double and clutching at their stomachs. Laughter was also heard from many of the men, even from Thelonius Nott, who was obviously as drunk as his son.
(Un) Fortunately, his mother, Michaela, who was still fairly sober, cut Theo's streaker rampage short by appearing directly in his path and grabbing him by one arm, then giving his left ear a good twist. Theo squealed in pain, much to the delight of nearly everybody in the room as the laughter increased. Michaela frowned at him, despite the spark of amusement in her eyes.
"I cannot believe you, Theodore!" She exploded, giving his ear another good twist for luck. "I know that you are inclined to be extremely stupid when drunk, but this is really taking drunken stupidity to new heights!" Theo just grinned at his mother very drunkenly. Michaela frowned.
"Honestly, Theodore! I should ban you from drinking!" She let go of his ear "I'll let you off tonight with a warning because it's Christmas Eve, but if anything as bad as this ever happens again, you can kiss your all of your teenage privileges good-bye. Do I make myself clear?" She raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Theodore continued to grin drunkenly.
"Of course, Mother dearest…" he slurred, kissing her hand. Then, with a surprising amount of dignity for a drunk, naked adolescent, he made his way out of the room, followed by his friends, who were all shaking with uncontrollable laughter as they stumbled up the stairs to Draco's room…
…Where a surprising picture awaited them. Millicent was sitting on Goyle's lap, and they were staring into each other's eyes with serene little smiles on their faces. Crabbe was watching them, an identical smile on his face.
"Wha's happen' here, eh?" Pansy asked, breaking the silence. Crabbe shrugged, still smiling. Goyle and Millicent didn't even seem to notice that everybody had returned and were moving in closer towards each other, their heads angled in the beginnings of a kiss…
"Ahem." Crabbe coughed, staring directly at them. Millicent jumped slightly in surprise, bumping Goyle's nose in the process. He grunted in pain, causing her to smile sheepishly.
"Now that everyone's payin' attention" Pansy spoke up - or rather, slurred up -, plonking herself onto the rug "I believe we were playing 'Truth or Dare'?"
"An' it was my turn to ask!" Theo piped up, trying to dress himself. After managing to pull on his boxers and put his shirt on backwards, he scanned all of his friends as soberly as he could. His eyes came to rest on a particular girl. "Pansy. Truth or Dare?" She smirked.
"Truth. There's no way in hell I'm choosin' dare when you're the one in charge!" She answered, pausing to take a swig of some alcoholic ButterBeer.
"We all know you have a reputation for being rather...promiscuous." He slurred his last word. "So tell us the names of all the guys you've been with and which ones you had to fake it with."
"You can't do that!" Pansy protested, folding her arms. "Technically, that's askin' me two questions. You're only s'posed t'ask me one!"
"Oh c'mon…" Theo wheedled, giving her his best 'puppy-dog' look. It made him look more like a drunken pervert than anything. Pansy stared defiantly at him for a few moments, then took another very long swig of her drink.
"Fine." She giggled. "I'll start from the beginning in third year. Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood-"
"You slept with a GRYFFINDORK?" Everyone but the Patil twins yelled, one of whom glared at her. Pansy shrugged.
"It was at Hogsmeade. I had a bit to drink at The Hogshead before meetin' up wi'friends at The Three Broomsticks because the guy there serves anyone grog, an' I saw him going to the bathroom and decided to follow him in just for a bit of fun and…stuff happened. Plus, he was kinda…sexy, had a girlfrien' an' I felt like stirrin' up trouble... Now, let me get back to my list…Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood, Lucas Nott, Terry Boot, Anthony Goldstein-"
"You seem to like Ravenclaws." Padma muttered. Pansy pretended not to hear.
"Professor Lupin-"
"WHAT?" Everybody yelled. She shrugged and giggled again.
"You think bein' a werewolf's the only reason he was fired? 'sides, it was good." She paused to remember "Graham Pritchard, Theo Nott, Malcolm Baddock, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and tonight, I plan on adding Professor Snape to my list." She grinned drunkenly at their stunned faces. "Well you asked. You still wanna know who I faked it with?"
The room remained silent. Everybody appeared more than slightly grossed out at the thought of Pansy seducing Snape. Her grin widened.
"Well, seein' as I'm pissed, I might as well list off who I faked it with. Lucas," Lucas went red with embarrassment and alcohol "Terry, Graham" She paused to grin maliciously at the other Nott twin "Theo and Draco." Draco also went red and opened his mouth to protest, but she held up her hand. "Only firs' time wi'you, Draco. You got better." Everybody laughed except for Lucas and Theo.
"Now, I believe i's my turn." Pansy said, scanning for a potential victim. "Pavarti. Truth or Dare?" Pavarti smirked.
"Dare." Pansy smirked back.
"Kiss a girl of your choice for one minute…with tongue."
"You're kidding!" Pavarti giggled, blushing slightly. All of the boys except for Goyle, who was still fixated on Millicent, began to whoop loudly and egg her on.
"Oh yeah, c'mon Pav!"
"Phwaor!"
"Woot! Girl-on-girl action for free!" Padma giggled again.
"Well, seeing as you initiated the dare, Pansy, I choose you!" Pansy shrugged, giggling too.
"'kay then." Pavarti moved closer towards her and caught Pansy's full, rosy lips in a drunken-but-passionate kiss. Their tongues duelled for battle in an almost pornographic manner, much to the delight of all the boys, who were still almost drooling over the sight as the two girls finally parted, and started giggling again, mainly from alcohol and embarassment.
"Now it's my turn to ask." She said. Her eyes came to rest on Vincent Crabbe. "Crabbe. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." He grunted, playing idly with his bottle.
"Are you still a virgin? And if not, I demand all the dirty details…" Her dark eyes glinted in anticipation. Vincent shrugged.
"Well, I hate to disappoint you Pavarti, but there aren't any dirty details…I'm still very much a virgin." Pavarti groaned, annoyed at wasting her turn.
"Your turn Crabbe."
"Draco. Truth or Dare?" He grunted, taking a swig of his drink. Draco shrugged.
"Truth, I guess."
"Were you the one who put that Blast-Ended creature in my bed in the Fourth and if so, why?"
"Yup!" Draco answered happily, beginning to bounce up and down lightly on the floor. He was obviously very drunk by now.
"And?"
"I did it 'cause you an' Goyle were excludin' me and I wanted payback." He pouted babyishly, folding his arms across his chest. Crabbe shrugged.
"Your turn."
"Alright!" Draco grinned somewhat demonically. "Lucas! Truth or Dare?" Lucas flashed him an identical grin.
"Dare."
"You have to kiss Theo for one minute…with tongue!" This was followed with a lot of protest from all of the boys in the room, especially the twins.
"Draco! We can't do that…it's gross!" Lucas protested.
"Mudbloods." Theo gasped, sobering up very fast.
"We are not!" He protested. Draco smirked.
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!
"WE BLOODY WELL ARE NOT!!!"
"You bloody well are if'you don't go through wi'the dare." Draco retorted, smirking as he downed the remainder of what was in his bottle and reached for another one. Unfortunately, because he was beginning to see double, Draco managed to knock over a half-full glass of Diamond Vodka and an empty bottle of FireWhiskey before grabbing an unopened bottle of Alcoholic Butterbeer.
The twins glared at him poisonously for a moment, then a light seemed to go on over Theo's head and he leaned over to whisper something in his twin's ear. Lucas' poisonous expression quickly changed into an evil smirk.
"Alright. We'll do it." He surrendered, making a grossed-out expression as he leant in towards his twin's face and they kissed each other rather reluctantly, initiating grossed-out noises from most of the boys, and squeals of laughter from the girls. The moment a minute was up, they immediately pulled away from each other, spitting repeatedly and wiping their mouths on the sleeves of their robes.
"If any of you ever, ever tell anyone what happened..." Lucas threatened. He quickly cooled down and turned towards his twin. "Theo. Truth or Dare?"
"Truth." Answered Theo, who had been almost completely sobered up from that little incident.
"When and with whom did you first have sex? You always refused to answer that when I asked." Theo shrugged.
"Fourth year. You know that blonde girl that Pavarti always hangs out with?"
"Are you talking Lavender?" Pavarti demanded. "She never mentioned you, and she tells me everything!"
"That was her name?" Theo asked. "We didn't ask names. She just started coming onto me around the end of the Yule Ball because her partner had run off with friends. I took her back to the dorms and we had sex. It was a bit short and uncomfortable, but it was definitely sex."
"Well, that explains why you disappeared." Lucas noted. "I guess it's your turn now."
"It is." Theo noted calmly, a smirk beginning to grow on his face. "Draco. Truth or Dare?"
"Um…dare." Draco answered, not wanting anymore juicy questions. He would soon regret that answer.
"I dare you to…go downstairs…and…French-kiss the first relative you see!" Draco, in a very uncharacteristic manner for him, giggled.
"Aw…You gotta be jokin'." He answered. Theo grinned evilly, shaking his head.
"Nope. Not unless you're…Mudblood!" Draco snorted, sculling his drink and quickly reaching for another one to drown his senses.
"I'll show you who's a Mudblood!" He answered, sculling that drink too and standing up. His legs wobbled violently beneath him as he took a first step towards the door and staggered out drunkenly towards the stairs, singing to himself. Once again, everybody but Vincent, Greg and Millicent followed him drunkenly but enthusiastically.
Draco entered and scanned the room, taking the glass of a surprised Elias Patil and downing it's contents in one shot. His vision was a bit blurred now from the heavy amount of alcohol he had consumed, but he could still see well enough to spot a potential 'victim'. It was Lucius Malfoy, sitting in the plush chair in the corner of the room, keeping to himself.
"Father!" Draco yelled. "Father! Come outsi', I gotta talk to you!" He staggered drunkenly towards Lucius, accidentally falling over in front of him and sending himself into yet another giggling fit. Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"What is it, Draco?"
"Follow me, follow me!" Draco squealed enthusiastically, trying to stand up. He grabbed Lucius by the arm and proceeded to drag him outside into the hall. Unbeknownst to Lucius, Draco's friends were all watching them higher up from the staircase.
"Well, what is it?" Lucius snapped impatiently. Draco pouted.
"There's no need t'be so rude, Father." He slurred. "I jus' wanna to give you somethin'…"
"Like what?" Lucius questioned; his curiosity aroused.
"This!" Draco answered, and before Lucius could protest, he had planted a drunken, but very passionate kiss on his Father's mouth. Lucius, too shocked to respond in any way immediately, merely stood there for a moment as his son's tongue explored his mouth, then quickly came to his senses and pushed Draco away, a shocked scowl on his face.
"Why in the name of Merlin did you do that?" He demanded. Draco giggled drunkenly.
"Truth or Dare, truth or dare!!!" He slurred, trying to run away, tripping over his own two feet as he ascended the stairs, and giggling all the way up the stairs. Lucius was simply left to stand there in shock, fingers against his lips.