Authors Note: Please note that this story will contain profanity, sex, sexual themes, death, blood, and other such dark content. Also, this story is mainly written from the perspective of a 16-year-old boy, as such, it will contain lots of thoughts regarding sex and the female body, if this isn't to your liking, please do not read further.

2:30 PM, Saturday 9th of September 1974 – Slytherin Common Room

"Antares! Antares! Wake Up!" whispered Caroline Parkinson, one hand gently placed on his shoulder as she tried to awaken the sleeping teen.

"Hmmm, whatdoyouwant?" Antares half-mumbled half-slurred, eyes tightly shut.

"You crashed almost immediately after we returned from the Three Broomsticks" whispered a feminine voice, "The others have gone to bed already, so I thought I'd wake you before the rest of the dorm finds you out here in the morning" is

His eyelids feeling blurry and his mind cloudy as he pushed himself into a sitting position. Taking several moments to gather his bearing, Antares finally opened his eyes. Caroline stood before him. Barefoot, and wearing a light-blue satin nightdress. The nightdress was sleeveless, went to her mid-thigh and showed off her generous C-cup bust marvellously. She had forgone a bra it seemed as he could clearly see the distinct outline of her erect nipples straining against the thin fabric.

'I bet her breasts are magnificent' thought Antares absently as he gazed at her chest, 'Capped with light-pink areolas and slightly darker nipples. I bet they feel amazing as well, like two little pillows that can fit perfectly in the palm of your hand."

Before he knew what he was doing, he had extended one hand towards her breasts. She slapped his hand away, of course, a questioning look on her face.

"Antares! What the hell?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Sorry... sorry" he replied, holding his hands up in apology, whilst simultaneously shook his head from side to side to clear his mind, "Your beauty distracted me for a second. I'd blame it on the alcohol, but even if it was you wouldn't believe me".

Caroline quickly crosser her arms over her chest in mild embarrassment, yet felt flattered at his compliment. She had never had any problem when it came to boys or dating in general.

She was an attractive woman, came from a rich and prestigious pure-blooded family, and was currently unattached. Yet the eldest Black, who she did find attractive, intelligent and magically powerful, had never before expressed any interest in her. She had often wondered why he hadn't, thinking that perhaps there was something wrong with her. She had never voiced her thoughts aloud, however. If he was at all interested, he would have surely made a move already. He wasn't exactly shy when it came to the opposite sex.

"Thanks for waking me up, Caroline. I guess I drank a bit too much Firewhiskey last night" rubbing his neck with the back of his hand in mild embarrassment.

"I'll say," laughed Caroline, eyes shining brightly, "Xavier, Tristan, and Jasper had to practically carry you from the Three Broomsticks last night. You're lucky that we all made it back before curfew. I wouldn't fancy explaining your state to that prude McGonagall, you know how harsh she is towards us Slytherins".

Antares nodded his head in absent agreement, his mind wandering elsewhere as he took in the beauty of the women that stood before him. He had always found Caroline attractive. How could he not when she was one of the prettiest girls in the entirety of Hogwarts. Yet, despite having noticed her beauty, he had never made an attempt to sleep with her. He had thought about it of course and had nearly asked her if she was interested in him at all on several occasions. Yet something had made him keep these thoughts to himself, not wanting to lose one of the few females that he counted amongst his friends. His sexual relationship with Sophia was already complicated enough as it was, and he counted it a miracle that their relationship had lasted as long as it had.

Not wanting to do something he would eventually regret, he slowly stood up from the couch, his legs wobbling and his head spinning slightly as he did so.

"Thanks again, Caroline. You're a great friend, you know that"

"Please Antares," replied Caroline, waving her hand dismissively, "You would do the same for me if I was in your situation"

"I'm grateful nonetheless. The House of Black remembers those who display such loyalty. You've saved me from having to answer the many questioning eyes that no doubt would have followed me around tomorrow afternoon. Questions that I'd rather leave unanswered" slurred Antares quietly, his speech somewhat affected by his semi-drunken state.

Caroline's eyebrows drew together in mild confusion, not fully understanding what he was talking about. She didn't see how Antares being seen on the couch was that bad of a thing. The only conclusion she could come up with was that him being found in a half-drunken state on the common room couch in the morning, would make people question as to why he was in such a state, to begin with. Which, she assumed, would eventually lead to questions about what had caused him to drink himself into such a state. Antares was known for being quite conservative when it came to drinking, and never before had he drunk himself into such a state, that she was aware of at least. This strange behaviour alone was enough to get some of the more intelligent and ambitious Slytherins to notice that something wasn't right with the Heir to the Black Family.

She had seen firsthand the way that he had behaved not 5 hours prior. Slamming down drink after drink, not caring about what it was that he was ingesting as long as it got him drunk. It didn't take a genius to figure out that his excessive drinking last night was some form of coping mechanism. She hadn't been there when he had faced the Boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts, having had to drop the class in order to study at becoming a Mediwitch under Madam Pomfrey. But from what she had learned last night from Xavier, that it was bad enough to warrant Antares falling unconscious after being exposed to the thing he feared most.

In the House of Snakes, everything and anything could be used against you. A Hierarchy existed, even if it wasn't apparent to those outside the walls of the Slytherin common room. Antares, being the Heir to one of the oldest and most prominent pureblood families in the British Isles, sat at the top of said hierarchy. Yet some within their house would use any means necessary to remove him from that position. It was her duty, as well as the others that counted Antares as a close friend, to make sure that those who would see his downfall, didn't have a single shred of leverage against him.

It wasn't something she had considered at first, her initial reason for waking him was purely to check up on him, and to make sure he hadn't somehow choked to death on his own vomit. Yet now that Antares mentioned it, she had also saved him from quite the social embarrassment.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sight of Antares trying to take a step forward towards the direction of his bedroom, upon which he had promptly stumbled to the ground.

Dashing forward, she bent down and took him by the elbow, placing one hand on his back as she helped him to his feet.

"Ow!" chuckled Antares as he held his forehead in the palm of his hand, "That's probably gonna hurt in the morning."

"I think it's time that you went to bed, Antares. Before you injure yourself further" replied Caroline slowly, stepping next to him once more.

"Come on, I'll give you a hand. Merlin knows what'll happen if you try and get there on your own."

Realizing that he was a bit more messed up then he had first thought, Antares nodded his head in agreement at her suggestion.

Wrapping her left arm around his waist, and holding his right elbow with her right hand, she slowly led him across the common room and down the corridor to where the boy's dormitories were located.

Coming to a stop in front of his bedroom door, she let go of his hand in order to turn the handle. Pushing the door open with her bare foot, she once more took his hand and lead him carefully into the pitch black room.

Shuffling across the carpet slowly so as to not bump into anything, Caroline led Antares over to the right side of his bed. Removing her arm from around his waist, she guided him into a sitting position on the edge of his bed.

As soon as she had fully let go of him, Antares' had fallen back so that he was lying half on and half off of the bed. His eyes closed almost instantly, and his breathing became a steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling.

Believing him to be safe and sound asleep, she turned around began making her way across the room.

"Caroline?" called out Antares, his voice slurred and half-mumbled.

"Yes Antares" she replied, pausing where she stood mid-step.

"Your welcome to stay the night … If you want to that is"

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea" Caroline replied, turning around to look at him once she had fully digested what Antares was asking of her.

Antares was once more sitting up on the edge of his bed, his eyes open yet half-lidded as he stared towards her unabashedly, desire evident in his eyes.

"Your not yourself right now Antares. Your drunk, and alcohol makes good men do foolish things. Hurtful things. Things they wouldn't normally do if they were in the right state of mind"

"I'm not that drunk,' exclaimed Antares petulantly, "and my state of mind is just fine, thank you very much"

"Drunk enough to need my help to walk 10 meters down the hall without falling flat on your arse, hmmm?"

"Touché" he grumbled lightheartedly, a large grin on his face.

"Why now, Antares?" asked Caroline quietly, her tone losing its playful edge and becoming serious once more.

"I've always found you desirable, Caroline. It was only out of respect for our friendship, and your friendship with Sophia, that I never tried anything with you in the past" he replied, his speech still a bit slow and disjointed, yet still easy enough to understand.

"Then why try something now of all things? After all this time?" She asked, warm brown eyes wide with curiosity as she tried to understand the situation she had found herself in.

"Your right" Antares breathed out after several seconds of silence, "Ever since I found out about that damned marriage contract, my life has been nothing but one problem after the next. So now that I'm destined to marry another, I've decided to say 'Fuck It'. Fuck doing what's expected of me, and Fuck doing the right thing. Life's too short to play by the rules. I plan on doing whatever I please with my remaining time as an unmarried man".

"What about Sophia?" Caroline asked as she took a seat beside him on the edge of his bed, "She's my best-friend Antares, and I don't plan on changing that fact over a one-night stand with the one boy she's loved since she was a —-"

"Shhhh" shushed Antares, placing a finger to her lips mid-sentence, "You should know that I'd never do anything to hurt Sophia, she means too much to me to ever do something like that to her. We've spoken on the subject, the two of us have decided that we will no longer be romantically involved with one another. I thought it only right seeing as I'm obligated to marry someone else in the near future"

Caroline didn't know what to say. Here she was, in the bedroom of one of her closest male friends, who happened to be half-drunk and who had just propositioned her to sleep in his bed for the night. And the both of them knew that the term "Sleep" was used very loosely.

Seeing the hesitant look on her face, Antares knew that she still wasn't sure about his earlier proposition. Already he could feel the alcohol's drowsiness take hold of him further and he knew that it was inevitable that sleep would soon claim him. So he decided to do give her a little taste of what she was missing out on, hoping that perhaps all she needed to make a decision was a bit of visual stimulation.

"Either way, It's up to you Caroline. Do or Don't. But you might want to make that decision quickly before you see more of me that might be considered acceptable amongst friends", and with that last statement, Antares began to unbutton his slacks.

Caroline stood rooted to the spot, unable or unwilling to turn away from what she was seeing right before her very eyes. Half of her wanted to run away. Yet the other half of her, the sexual and libido driven side of her, was curious about what Antares was hiding beneath his robes. In the end, her curiosity won out, and she remained standing at the end of his bed as he began to take off his clothes.

Her eyes stayed glued to his every movement as he fumbled with his trouser buttons, kicked off his shoes and socks, and stepped out of his black slacks. His sweater came off next, and then his white undershirt until Antares was standing in nothing but his black boxer shorts.

Caroline's cheeks turned slightly pink as Antares stood nearly nude before her, his sleek and muscular body on display for her eyes only. He wasn't overly built, with more of a runner's body than that of a bodybuilder, yet his abs, pecs, and biceps were all clearly defined. She was half-way through her second glance over when her eyes locked with his. She ducked her head in embarrassment, her blush turning from a light pink to a deep red at having been caught staring, but Antares merely smiled at her in amusement, a crooked grin on his face.

Lifting back his duvet cover, Antares slid into bed, his back facing the scantily clad women that currently occupied his room. He wasn't trying to pressure her into anything she'd regret, he'd slept with enough women to know that he didn't want the headache of dealing with someone who had reservations about having slept together. By laying down on his bed, back facing her, eyes closed and attitude nonchalant, he was giving her a way out. Although he was currently drunk, and sometimes acted like a bit of an idiot. He was never a malicious prick who didn't care for the feelings of others ('or at least most of the time' he thought). The decision was hers like he had previously said, and his dismissive attitude was a way of showing her that no matter what option she chose, that it wouldn't affect their friendship in the least. Did he want her to say 'yes' and keep his bed warm for the night, sure. But he wasn't about to lose a friendship over trying to force the issue.

Watching in bewilderment as he casually slipped under the covers, his back facing her as if she didn't exist in the slightest. If he was anybody else, she would assume by his actions that he was being a rude jerk who wanted nothing to do with her. Yet she knew this wasn't the case, and that he was, in fact, doing the opposite, giving her a way out of the situation he had unequivocally put her in.

Caroline looked towards Antares lying on the bed, and then towards the door, and then back again. Several seconds passed, and in that time a hundred different thoughts passed through her mind. Yet ultimately it came down to a single question. A question she already knew the answer to.

Biting her lip nervously, she slowly untied the silk sash that was keeping her nightdress tightly pressed against her. Her heartbeat quickened as she let the sheer fabric fall from her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor near her feet.

Hearing the rustling of fabric, Antares sluggishly turned around, his eyes going round as saucers as he gazed upon the perfection that stood before him. Caroline was standing not two feet from the end of his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black satin and lace panties, her cream coloured breasts seeming to defy gravity as they were displayed proudly to him. They were exactly as he had imagined them, yet somehow even more beautiful. Full, firm, and round, capped with darkish-pink areolas and capped with perfectly sized pink nipples.

Sitting up so that his back was against the wall, he made a turning motion with his hand as a way of telling her to give him a full look, which she did after followed after shooting him a shy smile.

As she spun around slowly, Antares was able to devour her from head to foot, his eyes taking in everything she had to offer with minute detail. She wasn't thin or fat, nor tall or short, but a perfect combination of all of those factors. She had a slender hourglass figure, a flat and toned stomach, smooth legs with the cute little knees, and if her breasts were near perfect then so too was her bum, which was thicker and curvier than he thought possible for someone of her size.

"Just this once Antares" she whispered as she slid under the covers beside him, "that's all. And you never tell anyone else about us, or I swear I'll hex you so bad you won't even want to think about sleeping with another female ever again".

Seeing the serious look in her eyes, Antares could tell that she wasn't bluffing. She would cause him harm if he ever mentioned having spent the night with her. He had seen her when it came to the International Dueling Circuit, and she was one of the only people he knew who could hold a candle to him and Xavier in a battle.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, his hand palming a handful of her pert bum as he pulled her closer towards him, her naked breasts mashing against his bare chest.

Her eyes widened as Antares grabbed her bottom without hesitation, pulling her forwards so that she was tight against his chest. Now that she was face-to-face with him, she could clearly smell the strong scent of Firewhiskey on his breath as he spoke.

"I promise, Caroline. I won't say a word if it is your wish. Nor does this have to mean anything if you don't want it too. It can just be a bit of stress relief between friends if you like, or … " he half-whispered, staring directly into her eyes so that she could see that he was being a 100% truthful with her.

Seeing the earnest expression on his face, Caroline didn't doubt what he was saying. "I believe you Antares. Now are you going to shut up and kiss me already or what?" she said placing a hand over his mouth, cutting his drunken rambling off mid-sentence.

"Gladly" he replied, cupping the side of her face with his hand as he captured her rosy lips in a gentle-yet-fierce kiss, which she tentatively responded too in kind. Feeling his tongue seek entrance to her mouth, Caroline opened her mouth and let him inside, her own tongue wrestling with his as they explored each other in the most intimate of ways. Both of them relishing in the newly discovered taste of one another, which neither one of them wanted to relinquish. To Antares, she tasted of peppermint toothpaste, pure and untainted, clean and refreshing to the taste. To Caroline, his lips tasted of an aroma of Firewhiskey, and the slightest hint of tobacco for some odd reason, an intoxicating and addictive combination. Caroline's head was spinning, from the breathtaking kiss that was making her toes curl and her tummy do summersaults, or due to the lack of oxygen, she didn't quite know.

What she did know was that she had never received a kiss like this before, nor had she ever returned a kiss with such equal enthusiasm and passion like she was doing now.

She had thought about kissing Antares multiple times over the years that she had been his friend, more so once she had reached puberty and had begun to develop feelings and thoughts pertaining to the opposite sex. Yet now that she was actually here, in his bed, topless and near naked, kissing him as her life depended on it, it was so much more than anything she could have possibly imagined.

But as the thrill of passionately kissing him washed over her, so too did another emotion. Jealousy. Jealousy coursed through her mind like she had been struck by lightning. She was Jealous of the fact that this was a one-time thing, and that she would never again feel his lips against her own once the night had ended. Jealous that Helena Greengrass got to marry him without knowing anything about him, that she was the winner and Sophia and herself were the losers.

Of course, she didn't love Antares. She didn't love anyone in such a romantic way. But she did have a strong attraction towards him. An attraction she could see leading to something that she thought what love was supposed to look like. Yet because of the marriage contract, nothing more could happen between the two of them, even if he did reciprocate the same feelings that she felt towards him.

She knew full well that this may be the one and only chance she would ever get to sleep with Antares. That tomorrow was never promised and one should always seize the opportunity whenever it presented itself, less it slip through your fingers, never to return. It was this 'Carpe Diem' philosophy that prompted her following actions, for if this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she endeavoured to make it one hell of an experience. She would make him remember what it was that he was missing out on.

Hooking her leg over his body, Caroline managed to pull herself atop of him so that she was straddling his waist with her thighs. Her knees sat either side of him, her black tresses framing her face as she leaned deeper into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss due to a lack of breath, Caroline panted heavily as she pulled away from him, her lips swollen and red yet her face was graced with a large dopey smile.

"You're pretty good at that," She said as she slumped forward, her forehead resting against his, the bridge of her nose bumping against his own as she tried to regain her breath.

"You're not so bad yourself…for such a proper little lady" he chuckled as he stared up at her. For several seconds he just stared up at her, marvelling at the beauty that was Caroline Parkinson. Sliding his hands around to grab two handfuls of her laced covered bum, he kneaded the soft flesh back and forth between his fingers as he continued to stare up at her, his striking grey eyes locked with her warm brown ones. Only one thought crossed his mind as he looked upon the Aphrodite-like goddess before him, 'Whatever have I done to have the gods bless me with such a magnificent specimen of human perfection',

"Hmm, is that so. Would a proper lady behave like this?" she replied as she began to work her hips back and forth, grinding her mound against his manhood.

Antares hummed loudly as he closed his eyes and sank back into his bed, revelling in the sensation of Caroline gyrating her lace-covered core atop his lap. It wasn't long before her constant movement drew a reaction from his body, his cock hardening to full length within his boxer shorts.

"Are you sure Caroline? It isn't too late … we've done naught but fool around a little. Nothing that we couldn't brush off as mere experimentation between friends … If need be." He asked her, his hands going to her hips, holding her firmly in place so that she was forced to stop and look him in the eye.

Reluctantly, she stopped moving, her hands moving to rest on his chest as she looked down at him. Sincerity was all she saw on his handsome features. He didn't want her to regret what they were about to do. He didn't want her to wake up tomorrow morning and things be different between them then what they were today, nor was he trying to force her into any situation she may be uncomfortable in.

He genuinely cared about her feelings, she could tell by the way he was looking at her. Unlike most guys that couldn't give two shits about a girls wellbeing so long as they got what they wanted, Antares was showing her what it meant to be a true gentleman. A true friend.

If what she felt between her thighs was any indication of his desire, then it was plain as day that he wanted her. That he liked what she been doing to him not moments ago. Yet still, he was hesitant. Despite his obvious arousal and the lust he felt towards her, he was still hesitant to move things forward without her express permission. Asking and re-asking for her reassurance, willing to put all of this aside if she wished it so. It was this type of kind, caring and considerate side of him that a select few were privy to.

"I just don't want things to be … you know … weird between us" he replied slowly.

"Hush you," she said, leaning forward to place a quick peck on his, "I know what I want Antares, You don't have to worry about that. I appreciate your concern, Merlin knows other boys wouldn't so much as think twice about my feelings if they were in the same position as you. So for that alone, you have my gratitude. But I'm not some fragile flower, unable to make my own decisions or live with the consequences of my actions. I'm here because I want to be, nothing more and nothing less. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't. Now, are you going to finally make an honest woman out of me, or do I have to leave here with the impression that all those stories of the Antares Black and his infamous way with women, were naught but false rumours spread by your own hand?"

Hearing the conviction in her voice, Antares knew that she was indeed sure about what she was doing, and not needing to be told twice, he quickly got to work. Like Caroline had said, He did have a reputation to maintain after all.

Sitting up on his elbows, he brought his lips against hers in another kiss, this one chaste and tender, the complete opposite of their first, and second even. A fire ripped through Antares as he flipped her over so that she was on her back, his hands gently spreading her legs apart so that he could kneel between them without crushing her. Hovering over her, he began planting feather-light kisses across the corner of her mouth, along her jawline and down the nape of her neck. Making his way steadily southwards, he captured her right breast in his mouth. Suckling on it like he was a newborn babe, his tongue gently circled her rosy pink nipple, flicking it this way and that before eventually grabbing it between his teeth where he proceeded to roll it back and forth. Once her right breast had begun to turn a light shade of pink due to his ministrations, he kissed his way across her cleavage and proceeded to give the other one the same treatment.

Goosebumps formed across the entire surface of her body as she felt Antares hot breath against her right nipple, a light moan forming deep in the back of her throat as she felt him take her right breast in his mouth for the first time. Her breathing quickened and her back arched, thrusting out her chest even more as she felt him begin to wonderful things with his tongue, teasing her erect nipple this way and that, before switching to using his teeth to gently nibble on her teat, and then switching back to his tongue once more. Her stomach tensed and tightened with each lick and little electric shocks of pleasure seemed to shoot throughout her body, rocking right down to her core, which she admitted had started become slightly wet with her own arousal. Letting out an almost purr-like sound in the back of her throat, Caroline was almost relieved when Antares pulled his mouth away, for she didn't know how much more of that she could take.

Once Antares felt that he had paid her breasts enough attention, he continued his journey south, his lips trailing down her smooth toned stomach, across her navel and to just above the top of her panty line. Planting one last long kiss to the top of the soft fabric, Antares stopped what he was doing and got to his feet, much to Caroline's dismay, who looked like someone had just kicked her puppy.

"Calm down Love, I'm just turning out the light" chuckled Antares as he made his way across his room, where he picked up his wand from its customary position on his desk. Before turning out the light with but a mere thought and a wave of his wand, the entire room turning completely black but for the single dimly lit light emitted by his smouldering fireplace. Walking back across the room once more, he looked down at Carolines half-lidded eyes and tired expression, a smirk forming on his lips when he realised that she was already too exhausted to speak. Giving her a quick wink, he crawled one more to his former position between her legs, yet this time he continued where he had left off, his hands going to her hips to where two little bows were attached at either side of her underwear. Looking up at her, Antares asked for permission with his eyes, silently asking her if it was okay to remove the last bit of clothing that was obscuring her womanhood. To which Caroline responded with a slow yet firm nod of her head, her cheeks redding slightly once he had removed the slightly-damp piece, a tad embarrassed at being seen in such an intimate way, even if it was Antares who was seeing her.

"Your beautiful, Caroline. Every. Single. Inch." whispered Antares in genuine awe, emphasizing each word with a kiss to just above her neatly-trimmed triangle of soft black curls, "Now lay down and relax, It's my turn to show you if those rumours really are true or not",

And that's exactly what he did. For hours the two of them went at it like rabbits in heat, Antares doing his utmost to show Caroline the trueextent of his sexual skill, which Caroline herself would admit was quite extensive. It was several hours later, in the late hours of the morning, that the two of them finally fell side by side next to each other, exhausted, aching, covered-in-sweat, yet both of them being very much satisfied.

"Does that live up to the rumours?" asked Antares several minutes later, having had to catch his breath before he could speak.

Turning his head lazily to the side to look at Caroline, Antares couldn't help the smile that graced his tired face as saw that she was completely dead to the world, snoring gently as she lay beside him, his blanket covering only the lower half of her body, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool night air. Sliding closer to her sleeping form, Antares wrapped his arm around her waist, his leg intertwined with hers as he rested his head upon her shoulder. Not even bothering to fight the tiredness that was sweeping over him, Antares closed his eyes, sleep claiming him not five seconds later.

Authors Note 2: Hi Guys, This story is a long one in the making, and I will never abandon it. If you think that some chapters are a bit slow and don't add much too the story, please note that I write for my own pleasure only. If I add a chapter that is long and drawn out with lots of exposition into the characters frame of mind/history, please note that I do so because that is what catches my fancy at the time of me writing that chapter. Although I have the whole story planned out, even I don't know what'll happen exactly until I am writing it. So yeah, please bear with me if you think that the stories dragging on a bit. I promise you that this is still basically the beginning of the story, and that action, adventure, drama, romance, love and betrayal, are all planned for the upcoming chapters. Anyway, I appreciate all of you who read my story :) Please Review if you have the time or inclination.