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Warning: Attempted rape

Chapter 3 – Party! Party! Party!

Draco stood in the porch, smiling sympathetically at his weeping mother, who was cowering at his feet.

"Don't worry mummy, I'll be fine" he said, patting her on the back, but his mother simply howled even more.

"My boy! My darling boy!" she choked, hugging his head with unnecessary force, "what will you do without me? What will I do without you? Oh my darling boy!" she snivelled.

"Oh for crying out loud Narcissa!" Draco's father, Lucius, bellowed from the driveway, "we're going away for twenty-eight hours! I think he can manage!"

And with that he stormed up to his wife and dragged her into the Mercedes.

Narcissa screamed in desperation and struggled to get back to her son, but the car door slammed shut before she could attempt escape.

"There's $200 in the biscuit tin Smushy Pooh" she shouted from the open window, tears still dribbling down her cheeks, "spend it wisely, and don't forget to brush your teeth and get to bed on time…" her voice trailed away as the car rolled down the driveway and into the street.

"Goodbye mother" Draco called to the moving car, waving at the outline of his mother's face, which was pressed up against the back window. She blew him a kiss, then another, and then another until the car disappeared from view.

"Phew" Draco sighed, walking back into the house.

Flash tore through his wardrobe, frantically searching for something suitable to wear to Draco's party.

"No" he said as he pulled out an Elvis Presley style silver sequined suit, and he threw it onto the mountain of clothes that covered his bed.

"No" he said again, this time extracting a pair of hot pink silk trousers.

"Hmmm" he hummed as he removed a sparkly green feather boa. He held it up to himself in the mirror, shook his head, and then threw it onto the clothing mountain, which wobbled dangerously.

After an hour or so, Flash finally decided on a pair of taut black jeans with rips around the knees, a tight black t-shirt, which bore a skull design on the front and back, big chunky Goth boots and masses of heavy silver jewellery.

Flash admired his reflection in the mirror, turning left and right to survey angles.

"You" he said to his reflection, "are a love machine". He winked at himself in the mirror, then realising the time, quickly pulled on his rock jacket and ran out the door.

Flash walked down the cold street, his hands in his pockets and his head lowered against the fierce wind. He looked around, searching for the house numbered 79, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Whoa!" he said, staring up at the magnificent white mansion that was Draco's house.

Tall green hedges lined the long gravel driveway that lead up to the large double glass doors.

Flash blinked as he crunched up the driveway and knocked on the door. He could hear movement behind the opaque glass, and then suddenly, the door was pulled open, revealing Draco standing on a tiled black and white floor. He was wearing a red shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans.

"Hey" Draco smiled.

Flash's heart beat very fast as he looked up into Draco's handsome face.

"You gonna come in or what?" Draco asked.

Flash couldn't seem to find his voice; he merely nodded and stepped over the threshold.

Draco's house was much larger on the inside than what it looked from the street. The ceiling was raised to the roof and covered in a range of colourful muses. There was a long balcony on the upper floor, hanging over the main hall, and tall spiralling steps leading up to it. There were many doors leading to other rooms and tables and sofas were scattered near to the walls.

"Come on, I'll show you around" Draco said.

Flash looked down into Draco's bright blue eyes and for a moment they just stood and stared at each other.

The next two hours were definitely the best Flash had ever experienced. They spent a while in Draco's room; head banging to his vast music collection. They found the decorations they were going to use in the attic and had a hilarious half hour attempting to hang them from the ceiling. They decided to take a break and went swimming in Draco's outdoor pool.

"Looking good!" Draco joked as Flash appeared from the conservatory, wearing a pair of Draco's orange swimming trunks.

Flash rearranged his face into a most unconvincing not amused expression and jumped into the pool, splashing Draco all over.

They swam up to each other and started flicking water into each other's faces. They both laughed and heaved themselves onto the side of the pool, out of breathe. Flash turned to Draco.

"So … is it really true?" he panted.

Draco looked confused, "is what really true?"

"You know. Yesterday. At Tony's. Hermione said that thing," Flash looked down at the sparkling water and swirled it with his foot, "that thing about you never having had a relationship with anyone."

Draco didn't say anything. He looked away, trying to hide his red face. He nodded.

Flash's heart began to beat very fast again, "well … why is that?" he asked.

Draco hesitated, and then said, "I guess I've just been waiting for the right person". His voice was very small and barely distinguishable.

Flash's heart was now racing so fast, he was sure Draco could hear it thumping inside his chest.

"Well, who?" Flash asked, his voice not much bigger than Draco's.

With what seemed to be great difficulty, Draco managed to look Flash back in the face, "I don't get what you mean"

"What would the right person for you be like?"

"Well … " Draco began, but he stopped, "No, it's just stupid," he said and he went to get up but Flash caught his hand.

"No. Come on. You can tell me." Flash said, pulling Draco back down to his level.

"Well … " Draco paused, "someone sweet I guess. And kind. And funny. And … and … " he paused again, "and who could take care of me. And then I could take care of them." Draco finished, his face extremely flushed.

Flash smiled and nodded, "I know what you mean" he said … "me too"

Draco beamed.

"Party! Party! Party!" Ron shouted as he ran through the door, covered in silly string, a party hat balanced lopsidedly on his head and a party blower sticking out of his mouth. He stopped and looked around the empty hall, "where is everyone?"

"They're not here yet you nonce," Draco laughed as he walked from the living room and into the main hall.

He and Flash had just finished setting up tables of food and alcohol as Ron had burst through the door.

"It's only seven o clock" Draco reminded him, "I said to be here at eight, remember?"

"Oh" Ron muttered, "ah well, anyway you should see the amount of booze we've got Draco. Seriously!" He ran up to the open door and shouted, "Oi! Seamus! Hurry up mate, we wanna get pissed!"

A moment later, Seamus came backing through the door, dragging two huge beer kegs along with him. Colin and Neville followed, carrying four crates of lager cans between them.

"OMG Ron!" Draco stared incredulously at the mass of alcohol Ron had just ordered his friends to bring into his house.

"And that's not all mate" Ron grinned, rushing out the door and returning a minute later with three crates of Bacardi Breezer, six bottles of Vodka perched on top of them.

"Are you done now?" Draco asked in shock.

"Almost mate" Ron said, reaching into an inside pocket and out of it he pulled a large bottle of Absinthe.

"No way!" Flash exclaimed, grinning at Ron and the bottle.

For all Ron hated Flash he couldn't help but grin back at this appreciative reaction. "I know!" he said and both him and Flash laughed.

By nine o clock the entire house was packed and Flash was certain that most of the school had shown up.

An hour later, the girls finally arrived, parading around in the most sluttish clothing imaginable. Pansy had even been mistaken for a prostitute.

Meanwhile, Ron had persuaded Draco to take a shot of Absinthe, who enjoyed the rush so much that he asked for another, and then another until Ginny discovered them all sitting around in a dark corner and rescued Draco from the evil clutches of her brother.

"But I want more alco-ma-hol" Draco protested as Ginny steered him into a chair.

"Not at that percentage you don't" Ginny said. She then told Draco to stay where he was as Colin, drunken and swaying, came towing her off to an empty room.

However, Draco did not stay, he waited for Ginny to disappear then gleefully ran to the drinks table and downed a glass of Vodka, not even bothering to add tonic or coke.

"This is the best party ever!" Draco shouted above the thumping music that was issuing from the immense speakers on either side of the stairs.

Twenty minutes and four shots later, Draco took to the dance floor, jumping up and down with his arms waving wildly above his head.

"Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh, can't touch this!" Draco sang along with the speakers.

At which point, Flash, who was equally drunk, but still conscious, decided to check up on him.

"Draco?" he hiccoughed.

"Yeh?" Draco replied, still jumping up and down with tremendous energy.

"Are you ok?"

"Actually … no" Draco came to an abrupt halt.

"Do you want to sit down?" Flash asked, concerned.

Draco looked incredulous, "hell no!" he said, "I meant, I needed another drink"

"Oh" Flash nodded understandingly, "lets get a beer."

But they didn't get a beer. They got five. And both were close to intoxication. (Don't try this at home kids)

By eleven o clock, everyone was so canned that they began to vomit and pass out. Others however, just got horny and dragged each other off to deserted rooms. A gang of girls (including Hermione, Pansy and Luna) was outside, rolling around on the patio as they threw masses of tampons into the pool, watching them swell rapidly. Parvarti and Lavender were making out in a corner.

In the meantime, Draco decided it was time for some quality entertainment.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he shouted into his microphone as he climbed onto a table in the middle of the hall, "I proudly present to you," he slurred, swaying over the edge, "me! In a spectacular performance of the greatest song ever made!"

Everyone applauded as the music started and they all joined in as Draco sang in the most dreadful key.

"I'm a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world! Life in plastic, it's fantastic!" he shouted along with the crowd, "you can brush my hair!" he sang, running a hand through his shiny blonde mane, "undress me anywhere!" and at this he ripped off his shirt and swung it above his head. Everyone cheered. "Imagination!" he continued, falling to his knees and running his hands down his chest, "that is your creation!"

And it was at this point that Flash entered the room. He was astonished by what he saw.

The crowd sang along with the music, "come on Barbie, lets go party!"

Then Draco screeched in a deafeningly high pitched voice, "uh, uh, uh, yeh!"

"Come on Barbie, lets go party!" the crowd sang again.

"Oooh oooh!" Draco squealed. Then he ran to the edge of the table and stage dived into the crowd.

Ron appeared at Flash's side; both had sobered up slightly in the past hour.

"What the hell?" Ron shouted as he watched the topless Draco being lugged through the house.

"Tell me about it" Flash said still overwhelmed with shock.

"We have to go and get him," Ron said urgently, and the two of them shoved their way through the crowd to where Draco was.

Flash pulled Draco to the floor, while Ron ambushed the throng.

"Get out of the way you fat pussys!" He barked, raising his fists in a threatening manner.

Flash hauled Draco up the stairs and into the safety of his parent's bedroom. He was joined shortly after by Ron, who was sporting a large purple shiner on his left eye.

"What happened to you?" Flash asked.

"Oh it's nothing, just some crazy bitch smashed my head into a door."

They left the paralytic Draco in the bedroom and went downstairs to get some more booze.

But half an hour later, they were called to the rescue again, when they heard screaming and the sound of Draco's voice coming from outside.

"He must have climbed onto the bedroom balcony," Ron said.

"Shit"

They both ran outside with everyone else and strained to get a better view.

Seamus was ogling at what he saw.

"Oh no" Flash muttered to himself when he saw the source of the turmoil and he buried his face in his hands.

Draco was standing stark naked on top of the roof, a bed sheet tied around his neck as a cape.

"Look at me!" he yelled into the crowd below him, "I'm Superman! I can fly!"

And taking a few steps back, he launched himself over the edge. Everyone screamed as he plummeted downwards. Then there was an enormous splash as Draco fell into the pool.

"Draco?" said a distant voice, "Draco can you hear me?"

Draco felt a sharp blow to his face.

"Whatdyuwan?" he slurred, trying to discern the blurry shapes before him.

"Yeh, he'll be fine," said another voice from the corner.

"I'll keep an eye on him if you want" offered another.

"Thanks Seamus," came the second voice again, "we'll be downstairs if you need us"

There was a loud bang and the room became silent.

Draco blinked and his bedroom came into focus. He was lying on the floor; a bed sheet wrapped around him. A figure was standing by the window, his back turned on Draco.

"Seamus?" Draco croaked, attempting to support his shaky legs.

The figure didn't answer, but slowly turned around and moved towards him.

Draco was lifted off his feet and felt a stabbing pain as he was slammed into the wall. Seamus had Draco's hands pinned and was pressing his warm body against him.

"WTF are you doing?" Draco shouted, still in great pain.

"What I should have done three years ago" Seamus said in a peculiar tone of mingled anger and desperation.

He brought his face very close to Draco's and licked his cheek.

Draco screamed in revulsion.

"No Please don't hurt me, please," he whimpered as Seamus opened up the bed sheet that was still wrapped around Draco, "help! Help!"

There was a hammering sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs and then the door suddenly burst open as Ron and Flash came sprinting through it.

"Urgh!" Ron yelled when he saw the cause of Draco's screaming, "Seamus, you sick freak, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Flash tore Seamus off of Draco and threw him on the floor. Seamus kicked upwards, catching Flash where it hurts.

Flash fell to the floor.

Seamus got to his feet and raced towards the door, but Ron caught up with him and shattered an ornamental vase over his head.

Seamus collapsed. Unconscious.

Ron, Draco and Flash all gasped huge amounts of air.

No one said anything.

Then all of a sudden, Draco began to sway dangerously.

Flash jumped to his feet just in time to catch him.

Draco fainted in his arms.