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AN: This is kind of a Mary-Sue fic, but written with the intention of Mary-Sueness. Feedback is welcome and appreciated.

Finally, the night of the dance came. Aubrey wasn't surprised when she came into the Great Hall to find that Draco was already bored out of his mind. Blaise was in a similar state, his chin in his hand as he leaned back in his chair.

Aubrey took the seat in between the two boys. "So," she asked, arching an eyebrow, "When exactly are we going to ditch this place for the after party?"

Blaise laughed and said, "How did you know about the after party? We haven't even told anyone about it yet!"

"There's always an after party," Aubrey said, shrugging lightly. "I didn't even go to any regular school dances back home, I just hit the after parties with my friends."

"What were your friends like back then?" Blaise asked, focusing his attention on Aubrey. His own date, Daphne, wasn't a very good conversationalist.

"Oh, they were pretty awesome. There was Winter, Jack, Crash, and sometimes Geoffrey would hang out with us too. He was pretty cool. They liked to hang out, smoke, get drunk, and mostly just be rebellious. Like, Jack's parents were pretty cool, they didn't care if he went out or not, but he still insisted on sneaking out and making a big deal out of it. He had to convince himself that he was 'misunderstood.'"

Blaise laughed at that. "So was Winter a boy or a girl?"

"Winter was a girl, and a complete lesbian at that. I remember at the first party I went to with them, before I was going out with Crash, she tried to seduce me…" and Aubrey continued to entertain Blaise with that story.

Draco got very interested in the story also, as did Theodore Nott. She was describing it very explicitly just for their benefit.

"So then, she had given me like, sixteen jello shots and a fifth of Crown Royal and a pint of Everclear and a couple beers besides that. I was smashed. God, I don't even know how I made it from the kitchen into the living room! Well, Winter led me over to the couch and sat me down, acting all seductive and whispered all husky in my ear, 'I wanna fuck the hell out of you, Cuddles,' and I was all drunk and shit and all I could think was to mumble 'Cuddles is my cat,'"

Blaise started laughing along with the other two guys as she giggled. "Wait, it gets better. So then, Winter was like 'well I'm glad you like cats, baby,' and totally pounced on me and starting making out with me! I have to admit it was really, really cool…but then…" Aubrey trailed off, thinking of the best way to phrase the next part.

In her mind, she could see the scene easily enough: Crash pulled Winter off of her and yelled at Winter's bemused smile until she slipped off. The Crash sat down beside Aubrey and they started making out. It was maybe a day later when everyone was calling them a couple, and they sort of just went with it.

"Then what?" Theodore prompted, leaning on the table.

"Then Crash, my ex, except he wasn't my ex then, that was before we started dating, was all macho 'hurr, must get girl off of my crush, hurr,' you know? So he totally snatched Winter off of me and told her to go fuck around with Jack, and threw her into the bookcase, toppling it over. Then, Winter totally pulled a samurai sword out of the air, and Crash had these throwing stars, and Winter did this karate Charles' Angels shit, and then all of a sudden the huge robots fell from the sky…!"

They all burst out laughing at her description of what happened, Blaise actually crying he was laughing so hard. "Oh my god…I can't believe you just did that! You had me going there for a second."

"That's because I'm good." Aubrey said with a wink, glad she had gotten out of that one.

Soon enough, thankfully, the Slytherins decided to sneak off to start the party in the common room. The party would consist of Slytherins, of course, and a splattering of Ravenclaws, Aubrey included. They got to the common room, the first time that Aubrey had ever been in it.

It was, in a word, cold. Stone floors, leather couches, and a green tinted fire. While the boys fixed up the place, Pansy, Daphne, Aubrey and Millicent went upstairs to change into something suited for the party. The other three had their own clothes, so Aubrey had either to borrow clothing or magick something.

She opted for the second option. Aubrey looked in the full length mirror in Pansy's room, concentrating on some nice clothes. After a few moments, she was wearing a short white pair of shorts and a baby doll style black blouse trimmed in pink lace. For footwear, she chose low rise black Chuck Taylors. She dabbed on some dark red lipstick, left her hair down and looked at it critically. It was time for a touch up, or to possibly change the color again.

That would be nice, she thought to herself as she glided down the stairs, Daphne right behind her. While she was dating Crash her hair had been blue, orange, pink, green, white, black, and at one point bleach blond…at his request. And now it was a subdued purple, understated and elegant. It was her way of keeping him close, but at the same time far away.

Aubrey stopped momentarily to take in the changes the common room had undergone. There was a wet bar pushed off in the corner, as if it was an after thought, and techno remixes of hot hip-hop pulsed in the room. Plush armchairs dotted the floor, along with bean bag chairs and pillows.

Aubrey automatically strove over to the nearest armchair, plopped herself down, and snapped her fingers. A smirking Draco appeared at her side. "Yes, milady?" he asked mockingly.

"What alcohol are you serving this evening?" she asked primly, resting a hand on the top of her thigh, where fabric met skin.

"Anything you could think of, Mistress," he said, leaning close to her ear. "But of course, they aren't free."

"Oh?" Aubrey delicately arched an eyebrow. "What will I have to pay for a drink?"

"One kiss per drink," Draco said with a smirk.

Aubrey turned to him and smiled, saying, "Well, I do need my poison," before kissing Draco full on the lips. The kiss was lingering, and the feel of his silken lips on her own nearly drove her to keep the kiss going. She broke it off, however, and stood up from the armchair. "But since you already got a kiss, I'm going to make sure my drinks are roofie free."

So she walked over to the bar and made herself a tequila martini with an olive garnish. Blaise walked up behind her and put a hand on the side of her waist, startling her.

"Your preferred drink?" He asked with a hint of a smirk playing about his lips.

"Oh no," Aubrey said quite seriously, "I'm just starting out light." She downed the martini in one swallow, holding the toothpick with the olive in her other hand. When she finished the drink, Aubrey swirled her tongue suggestively over the olive while looking at Blaise. She offered the olive to him, and Blaise dipped his head down to catch it in his teeth.

Just as he got close to it, Aubrey pulled the toothpick away. He looked up at her and blushed. Blaise went for it again, and this time got it. Aubrey smiled at him and turned to make herself a drink that would last a bit longer.

And so the night passed, Aubrey and the rest that were attending the party getting drunker by the hour. Aubrey drank mostly whiskey, she just loved the way it made her all warm and fuzzy inside.

True to his word, Draco procured a kiss from Aubrey each time she got a new drink or even refilled. Now, she wasn't quite smashed, but she was rather buzzed. She was sitting on Draco's lap, who was sitting in one of the oh-so-comfortable armchairs.

"So…am I as cute as your ex-boyfriend?" Draco asked, a little buzzed himself.

Aubrey cuddled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder in the crook of his neck. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's not like you could replace him or anything, Crash was a god…when he got an idea in his head, he didn't wait to even think about it. He just did it, no matter who it hurt or what the consequences were. You're like that too, but sometimes I get the vibe that you're a bit more…calculating? Yeah. You're more calculating then him."

Then Blaise came over and plopped himself down in front of them, on one of the bean bag chairs. "I see you've gotten rather comfy," he said sullenly. Aubrey giggled and crawled off of Draco's lap and on to the floor. Draco didn't miss the opportunity to pinch her butt, at which she squealed.

Once she was on the floor Aubrey leaned against Blaise, running her hand through his hair. It was so soft, nearly like Crash's. "I love your hair, Blaise," she told him, still touching it. "It's so nice and soft…mmm…"

"Hey! What about my hair?" Draco pouted. "It's just as nice as Blaise's."

Aubrey studied him critically for a moment. "No, no it's not. Yours is completely different from Blaise's. See, Blaise has this nice, curly, thick hair, and yours is like…all blond and straight. Hey," she said suddenly, nearly giggling, "D'you know I was a blond for a while? A couple weeks, maybe a month?"

"No," Blaise said, shocked, "I couldn't imagine you dying your hair blond. That's so mainstream, so…superficial."

Aubrey nodded her now dark purplish head of hair. "Yep. It was for Crash, for his birthday. He said he always wanted to date a trashy blond girl, but never got the chance. So I did it for him." Aubrey trailed off, her eyes roaming around the room, falling on her near empty glass. "I gotta go get some more to drink," And she stood up and went over to the bar.

As soon as she was gone, Draco sneered good naturedly at Blaise. "Trying to get in on a drunk girl? Rather underhanded of you, Blaise."

Blaise shook his head. "No, Draco. You'll get her tonight, I'm sure. Just try not to hurt her too bad?"

"Now why on earth would I do that?" Just then, Aubrey sauntered over and planted a kiss on Draco's mouth, which he returned and soon became openmouthed.

Blaise sighed and walked away, just as Aubrey got herself comfortable in Draco's lap. She looked over to where Blaise had been sitting and frowned. "Why did he leave?"

"Oh, I don't know. He's probably just pissed that you're sitting on my lap instead of his."

"Oh," Aubrey said, a bit crestfallen. "But your lap is so comfy!"

"I know," Draco said dryly, "How stupid of Blaise to think you'd forsake me for him. After all, you like me more then him, don't you?"

Aubrey cocked her head to the side, smirking. "I've got the hots for you, if that's what you're asking. But I don't necessarily like you more then Blaise. You, Draco…you're so hot. I can't get over it. Sometimes I just want to take you somewhere private and fuck the hell out of you."

Draco smirked and said, "That could be arranged."

Aubrey smirked right back at him, stood up, and said huskily, "Alright then. Take me now, Draco. However and wherever."

Soon Aubrey found herself on Draco's bed, having her clothes torn off of her. Draco himself was already disrobed, and Aubrey was nearly there. All she had left on were her panties, and now those were being tossed away, landing comically on Draco's mirror.

She took a moment to admire the largeness of Draco's manhood before he dipped his head down and started suckling her right nipple, his hand already working on her special place. Aubrey gasped at the sudden, intense pleasure his actions caused her. After a few moments it grew to be too much for her and she twisted away.

Draco caught her roughly by the back of her neck and flipped her so she was on her stomach, her feet on the floor. Aubrey whimpered a little, his grip was hurting her.

"Just be quiet and try not to ruin this for me," Draco hissed, taking her hands in one of his and pulling them behind her back. He held them by the wrists at the small of her back, and positioned himself at her vaginal opening. Violently he pushed into her without pause, and she made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan.

"You like that, don't you?" Draco asked, thrusting in and out of her.

Aubrey moaned in response, Draco was so big and felt so right going in and out of her like that. She shuddered around him as her face was pressed into the bed over and over. Aubrey didn't have her hands to help support her, she was being thrashed around at Draco's will.

Draco groaned as he 'made love' to Aubrey. She was pretty tight, but he didn't think she was a virgin. He looked down and gripped her ass as he pushed in and out of her. On her left butt cheek there was a little tattoo of a wilted white rose, dripping blood. The blood pooled to form the name Crash.

Looking at that really sexy tattoo helped drive Draco over the edge. Of course, Aubrey's gyrations and moans did a lot to do it too, but Draco loved tattoos. He came in Aubrey, and the sudden warm wetness in her made her come too.

Draco pulled out of her for the last time and slipped into his bed. He was completely tired out and just wanted to sleep. Aubrey crawled into bed with him too, and he didn't object since she was both naked and warm. Draco shoved his hands behind his head and Aubrey cuddled up to his side.