Party time!
Caution: M rated language...
A little green goblin was attempting to sexy dance with a girl who was either a half giant or had fallen in a vat of super growth potion. Needless to say, it was hilarious. But strangely enough, Draco couldn't get into the nightclub mood. Still a bit disturbed by his previous encounter with the hags, Draco was feeling a bit like a cat who was trying to catch a fish and fell into the pond. Not to mention the group of giggling girls who were obliviously were smitten with him was annoying the living daylights out of him. Attention form the fairer sex was always welcome, but even to a guy like Draco this was too much.
"If you'll excuse me," said a flustered Draco as he pushed past the group. Hurrying away, he heard the soft sounds of several girls sighing in unison. Honestly, what kind of girl literally swooned for a guy? Tonight was just a bit too weird. He needed to get out of here, and fast. The exit was over the far side of the club. That would prove a problem. Either he would have to walk past the swooning girls, cut his way across a packed dance floor, or use the top floor, which by now was filled with magical creatures wanting a drink, or gays. The green goblin had now gotten his friends in the act, and a troop of now semi-naked midgets were overrunning the dance floor. Turning to look at the way he had come, his stomach turned at the sight of the deranged females lusting after him. There was one option left. The top floor.
The last time Draco had gone through the top floor, he had tripped on the tail of a particularly dangerous looking centaur and stumbled into a group of murderous Halflings. While the top floor was the favourite haunt of anything non-wizard, it also happen to be the local gay bar. Draco didn't understand guys not liking girls, and more particularly, the specialised bits of anatomy that most females possessed, but hell, what ever makes you happy. Besides, they often dressed better than half of Draco's straight friends, and could advise what kind of hair gel kept its hold. Altogether, not a bad bunch.
Making his way up the stairs, Draco felt something feathery touch his leg. Three clearly non-human women in tight leather were staring at him. Their glowing purple-and-silver eyes made the staring worse. Looking down, Draco realised what they were on about. He was currently standing on what appeared to be a long white wing, attached to a very pissed looking girl.
"Oh, crap, sorry about that" apologized Draco.
When the women didn't respond, Draco took a closer look at them. Glowing brown skin was covered in tight maroon leather and small sparkling jewels were inlayed in the skin like tattoos on their bodies. Each woman possessed a pair of superb silvery wings that flowed gently down their backs – apart from the one Draco was standing on, of course. Heavily armed with daggers and god knows what else, they stood proud and tall, letting sheets of wavy sun-streaked hair, with the occasional small braid, fall to their knees. Apart from the scowl on their faces, these battle-ready beauties were gorgeous.
"Remove your foot, or I will remove your leg," snarled one of the gorgeous babes, placing her hand on a wicked-looking blade at her hip. Serious eyes gazed into Draco's. She meant business. His foot had never moved faster.
"Ok, pretty lady. Tell you what, how about I buy you a drink as a way to say sorry?" asked Draco.
"Hold your tongue, boy, or I shall cut it from your mouth!" said the pissed girls slightly drawing her weapon from its sheath. One of her ethereal companions place a placating hand on her shoulder. A meaningful look was passed between them and the weapon was slid back into place. "Be gone boy, you smell of potential pain and then we shall settle this my way."
Confused, but feeling lucky to still have his tongue, Draco hurried up the stairs. Maybe the dance floor would have been safer. Or maybe not, he decided, glancing back at the wild goblins on the dance floor. They had now obtained some glow sticks, and were showing everybody at the club all the interesting places they could put them. Shuddering, he continued his trek to find the illusive exit sign. Pushing through the various creatures of the night, he made it to a less crowded area. Smugly smiling to himself for his navigating abilities, the smile was wiped off his face when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey there, sexy, wanna come dance with me?" said a deep voice. Too deep, too strong, too insisting….holy crap it was a guy! Turning around, Draco's mouth fell open when he saw a tall, very masculine fawn, dancing close to him. "Come on, cutie, it will be fun," urged the gay fawn. Admittedly, he was half goat, but the other half was extremely well build and flaunting a perfect sweaty chest; this didn't look like the kind of guy who would take rejection well. In fact, he looked like the type who would impale Draco with one of his short horns if he said no.
"Er…sorry, but I'm not…I mean I don't….I mean… I'm just not into guys. Sorry about that, but it's the way I am. Not that I wouldn't dance with you, if I were, but I'm not, so I can't and …er…..did I mention I'm not gay?" stuttered Draco.
The brawny fawn regarded Draco for a minute. "That's ok, little human. Maybe you will change you mind. Call me," he smiled suggestively.
"Sure thing…er…I'll be going now"
'Holy Crap….HOLY CRAP, HOLY CRAP,' thought Draco. 'It's bad enough I can't find a sane girl, but now I'm getting hit on but gay people. And he wasn't even human – not that's there's anything wrong with that…' Slightly disturbed, Draco continued on his way out of the crazy club.
Half way there and nobody had tried to kill him yet. That was a good sign. He could feel elation building as the door came closer and closer. He was not surprised by sinking felling that swept over him as he tripped on what appeared to be a claw, and fell in the arms of some sort of creature. Pain shot through his leg as it collided with what felt like a tree trunk, but could have easily been one of the bar's patron's limbs.
Expecting to be swiftly decapitated or worse, Draco was a little confused when none of the above happened. Relived, but confused.
"Hey, are okay?" asked a concerned voice .The owner of that voice promptly helped Draco over to a bar stool and sat him down. Light brown eyes met his limpid blue ones.
It was a girl. A normal looking, quite attractive girl, who was now inspecting his leg for damage. A girl with cool hands and a gentle touch. A girl with a smooth but sexy voice.
"You better watch out in this crowd, its dangerous even trying to have a drink."
"So, what's a pretty lady like you in here for?" asked Draco.
"Oh you know, I just can't resist those hot centaur flanks…." she replied. They both paused then burst into laughter. "No, really, I just can't get out of here. It's too dangerous to walk across the dance floor –"By this point, somebody had frozen parts of the floor and the gang of goblins were doing figure skating over it – "and I can't seem to push my way through the crowd up here. Not to mention I just got hit on by a disgustingly over-the-top fawn. I think he might be looking for a threesome… Ewwhhh…" she shuddered as she said the last part.
'Hmmm, maybe the night wouldn't have been so bad if I had gone with the fawn… What the hell I am thinking! I could have just her! She's really cute and I could do with a good shag before going back to school…'
"My names Anya, what's yours?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy"
"So, Draco, are you feeling better yet? Maybe we could get out of here together. A dual shield spell might do it."
"Good idea. Hey, I know! How about you come back to my place for drinks – that is, if we ever get out of here."
"Deal, hot shot."
"On the count of three; one, two, three!" They shouted in unison and drew their wands. Crossing the tips, they silently uttered the spell and a shimmering blue shield formed around them.
"CHARGE!"
They bowled over anyone stupid enough to get in their way and burst through the club;s exit.
"That took longer than expected" remarked Draco.
"So, Draco, how about that drink?" asked Anya, snuggling into the crook of Draco's arm.
"You got it, babe" replied Draco. Anya pulled out a small container of shimmering yellow powder, threw it on the ground and whispered 'Malfoy Mansion'. In a flash, they were gone from the dank streets, and inside the luxurious mansion that Draco called home.
"Wow, this is huge!" marvelled Anya, in awe of the beauty around her.
"Hey, Anya, how about we skip drinks and get straight to dessert?"
"Sure thing, Draco," was the only thing she could utter before Draco's hungry lips were on hers.
Pulling her closer, he continued the feverish assault on her lips. Tasting and nipping, his tongue begged for entrance. He got it. His hands began to wander around her body, feeling and tugging at her shirt. She placed her hands around his neck to allow him to remove her shirt. He smiled when he revealed a lace pink bra; she had come prepared. Pulling away, he looked at her with lustful eyes; she was ready. Leading her toward his estranged love nest of a bedroom, he remembered his previous predicament. Hopefully Dory had removed that bloody forest and was now moved well away from his bedroom.
Before entering the room, Draco paused and looked at the bedroom door. Good, it was a normal door and not that deranged hunk of wood. Pushing her up against the wall, he fluttered kissed down her front and kneed in front of her. As he played with her jeans buttons and navel, she groaned as he began skilfully using his tongue to drive her over the edge. "Oh Draco… Draco… DRACO! I love you when you do that!" she screamed.
Normally, this would have been a perfectly natural scene in the Malfoy mansion, but as Anya gripped the door for support, something unusual happened. The door's surface began to shimmer, little glowing tendrils attached to Anya and sparks began to gather on its woody grain. A grain which was rapidly looking suspiciously Dory-coloured.
"Ouch! Draco, what the hell do you think you are doing? Ouch! OUCH! Stop it right now, Draco. This isn't funny, Draco, Arghh! What the hell!"
"Anya? What's wrong?" asked Draco, still kneeling on the floor.
"Its this door, its burning me. What kind of cruel joke is this? OUCH!"
"What, there's no joke…"
"Argh! Fucking hell, Draco, you sadistic bastard!" she screamed, pushing him away.
"Stop your enchantment, or I swear to God I will…ARGH!" The door behind her was now red hot and throwing sparks into the air. In a final sadistic blow, it slammed into Anya's back. The sound of sizzling flesh made Draco cringe.
"ARGHH!" Tears flowing down her face, Anya limped towards the crouched Draco. "You fucking son of a bitch!" she spat the words out.
"I didn't do anything, Anya, it's the door. The door is obsessed with me. You have to believe me!" pleaded Draco.
"DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID! DO YOU THINK I WAS BORN YESTERDAY! What kind of an idiot falls for that line, Draco. The door did it, not the trained wizard. You are the biggest lying bastard ever! How could I fall for something like that, for something like YOU!"
"Anya, please..."
'Get lost, you jerk!"
She reached into her pants to get the container but paused before she threw the powder on the ground. "How could I ever like a total and utter dick weed like you? Home!" She released the powder. As it fell to earth, she looked at Draco, pointed her wand and began to utter, "Cru…" But then pain twisted the beautiful face into a contorted look of agony as she sunk to her knees. A burn mark was on her chest where a deadly bolt of lightning had struck. The green powder began to transport her to her home, but Draco wasn't sure she would get there alive. Even through the swirl of green, he could clearly see her dulling eyes and her drooping head. Then, in a flash, she was gone.
Stunned, he didn't move until a small voice said, "She was going to hurt you, Draco. I had to stop her".
"You had no right to do that. You shouldn't even be here. Now I'm going to go to prison for murder, like my father should have. You've ruined me". Tears were streaming down his face. It must have been the stress of tonight at the club, and the fact his newest girl was probably lying dead in a hallway somewhere, but in his heart, Draco knew. He knew that deep down, the one thing that terrified him was becoming like his father. Lost in thought, he sat on floor with a grim look on his face.
"But you didn't do it, I did. Don't worry Draco, she wasn't any good for you. How about you go to bed, and then tomorrow you are going back to Hogwarts. Good night." Said dory as a fine pink dust was sprayed into Draco face.
"But…hey…what the…?" .That was all Draco could say before he hit the floor in a dead sleep.
"That girl was way to close to my precious Draco, hmm….I have to find a way to get into Hogwarts to protect him from those little sluts. Don't worry, Draco my love, I will protect you." Muttered the crazed door as she levitated the half naked Draco into his bed. Tempted to further undress him, Dory decided against it. If Draco ever found out, he would think she was only into him for his body. No, she loved every thing about Draco, his soul, his mind and his unbelievably hot body. Chiming noises were all that gave away her giggling.
"See you tomorrow, my prince" she whispered.
Sorry about how long it took to write this but I was in exams. Hope you like it!
