A/N: Yes, another chapter finally. Please read, review, and enjoy!

The Other Half

The After Parties

As Harry carried Maggie back up the stairs, she held onto his robe, snuggling into his chest. Of course, as cute as it was, Harry was beginning to become a tiny bit uncomfortable. Why? Because he liked her. A lot. Need I say more?

Upon entering the common room, they were greeted with booming music, which some might recognize as Reliant K. Their fellow Gryffindors were drinking Butterbeer, laughing, and watching others make total fools of themselves; again. Maggie woke up, only to be greeted with Sri standing in front of her, her black whiskers twitching.

"AH!" Maggie cried as she fell out of Harry's arms, landing right on her arse.

"Well, it's not my fault!"

"Allester, you were standing right in front of her face, you know."

"Again, it's not my bloody fault!"

Maggie heaved a loud sigh, grabbing both their hands and pulling herself up off the floor. "Ok, now that you two have successfully proved bickering, will someone explain what is going on in here?"

Sri went back to being bouncy. "Oh, we're just having an after party, not too much... HAY! I SAID NOT TO TAKE OUT THE HEAVY STUFF, WEASLEY! Excuse me," she said as she headed to where Ron was standing with a keg of the "heavy stuff" as Sri had so bluntly put it.

Rolling her eyes, Maggie grabbed a mug of Butterbeer, finding a seat on one of the sofas to watch Sri chase Ron around the room for the beer that had appeared from who knows where.

On the other side of the school, down in the dungeons, something relatively similar was occurring. Draco and Artimis entered their common room, almost being knocked backwards by Freak-A-Leek playing at insane volumes. Artimis stifled her laughter, excusing herself from Draco to go find Anila among the throng of girls shaking their asses on the dance floor.

Of course, Draco was dumbfounded. Everyone seemed to have had a little too much Butterbeer, and his eardrums were already beginning to throb. Just as he was about to go into a quieter corner of the room, he noticed Pansy sitting there already, causing him to do a one-eighty, moving straight for where Artimis disappeared.

Once Draco managed to get through the crowed, he found her with her friends, shaking everything they had with the music. Of course, this in itself is enough to make any man go slack jawed. Tapping her on the shoulder, he had to scream above the music to be heard.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Oh, did you want to join us, Mister Malfoy," came Anila's voice over the music, "because you're certainly welcome to!"

"Oh, come on, Anila Vanilla; we both know he can't dance anyway!" Artimis spun around; skin already starting to shine a bit from all the bodies in the room. Of course, the music chose right then to change over to Smells Like Teen Spirit.

"Hay, Anila! We need to start a mosh pit!"

"OH GOD YES!"

All the girls began to jump around, shoving everyone they could in the process. Within ten seconds, the entire dancing population of the Slytherin common room was moshing; such a beautiful thing to see Draco trying to prevent himself from falling.

Maggie was dancing with Harry when someone broke out an empty bottle, declaring a game of Truth or Dare; of course, Sri had to be the one to suggest it. Downing the rest of the mug, Maggie dragged Harry into the game so that he wouldn't be a wuss.

After a few rounds, Sri spun the bottle, and it ended up stopping right in front of Maggie. Taking a gulp, she braced herself. I mean, after watching her make Ron strip tease, Hermione down a keg of Butterbeer, and Ginny do a swan dive from the dormitory balcony onto the sofa while mooing, wouldn't you be nervous?

Sri stroked her chin thoughtfully, finally seeming to settle upon something. "Ok, I dare you to...MAKE OUT WITH HARRY FOR TWO MINUTES!" Everyone else in the room groaned.

"Couldn't you have come up with anything better?"

"You loose your touch at two in the morning, Allester."

Maggie sighed, trying to suppress a grin as she slinked over to Harry, who was grinning like a kid at Christmas. Just as she was about to sit on his lap, Harry shoved her backwards into the couch, pinning her underneath him. Still grinning, he captured her lips, hungrily probing her mouth with his tongue. Several people groaned again while Sri started the clock, telling one of the fourth years to grab a set of cards.

"Ugh, I don't think I can move another muscle," Àine griped as she fell back into one of the comfortable armchairs, her white hair falling over the armrest. Most of the students were pretty dead at this point, due to about four mosh pits in the last fifteen minutes. Anila had busted out the Fire Whiskey, so she and Artimis each had a bottle in their hands.

Just then, Artimis saw something, causing her eyes to go wide, her jaw to drop, and her hand to poke Anila in the side. "Anila, look over there," she said, pointing to a chair on the other side of the room. Anila looked up from her conversation with the other three girls, getting them all to look as the five girls went slack-jawed.

Sitting in one of the other chairs was what Artimis classified as a fallen angel from gothic heaven. Dark hair with dark red highlights – obviously natural – that hung shaggily around his ears, pale skin, and wearing a pair of black pants and a H.I.M. hoodie, the drool-worthy hottie was reading a book.

"Gwen," Artimis choked out, "do you know who that gorgeous gothic god is?"

Snapping out of her own stupor, Gwen's eyes went paler than usual before turning back to their usual clear blue. "Devin McQueen," she said. "Sixth year, his parents are Lord and Lady McQueen from Ireland-"

Anila, now standing up along with Artimis, shot an imaginary basketball into the air; Artimis making a "swish" sound to accompany it.

"-are you two done?"

"Yes, Miss Desmonda."

"What's he reading," asked Moriko. Gwen's eyes paled again.

"Looks like one of those Japanese comic books you four are always reading."

There was a pause before Àine asked, "Which one?"

"Um, looks like something called Gravitation."

The eyes of Àine, Anila, and Artimis all lit up.

"Current relationship status, please," the three yaoi fangirls begged.

"No girlfriends to date, though he has had several female friends."

The three afore-mentioned girls dropped to their knees, throwing their hands up and mouthing the words 'thank you God!"

"Ok, we are going to talk to our supposed gay boy now." Anila stood up, followed by the others. Gwen and Moriko shook their heads while Artimis was grinning a mile a minute, Àine was giggling like a schoolgirl, and Anila, well, Artimis thought that she was going to try to fulfill her goal for her time at Hogwarts; getting a gay guy to go straight for her, or at the very least bi.

Standing around him in their costumes, Artimis spoke first. "So, what are you supposed to be?"

Glancing up from his book, Devin stared up at the quintet with absolutely gorgeous green eyes. "I'm a gothic teenage boy who happens to be reading a copy of Gravitation. Got a problem with it, lass?" His accent made everything he said sound so friggin hot to the girls.

"On the contrary," Àine began, "Any guy who's reading Gravitation, is gothic, Irish, and rich is a god in our book." The girls all nodded. Devin smiled. "Well, good to know there are some yaoi fangirls here at Hogwarts; I'm Devin, by the way."

"We know," they answered in unison. After introducing themselves, they all settled into a conversation about, well, random shit, until Artimis casually slipped something into the conversation.

"So, Devin, are you gay?"

All five girls looked at him intently. After taking a moment to collected himself, Devin replied, "Would you be disappointed if I was?"

"No!" They quickly answered.

"Then yes, I am, and damn proud of it."

Artimis and Anila gave a slow clap while Àine looked like she was going to start crying for joy. From that point, the conversation became rather relaxed, until someone else in the common room said something about playing Truth or Dare.

"You coming, Devin," Artimis asked.

"I don't play Truth or Dare," he said, picking up the manga again.

"Oh no, you don't," Anila said, grabbing his arm. "As much as we love yaoi manga, we love you more, McQueen, so you're playing." Dragging him to the center of the room, she ignored his swearing at her to let him go until she had him sitting down in a chair, surrounded by their group.

"Right then," Artimis asked as Draco came to sit next to her, "who's starting?"

"Time," Sri called, but they didn't seem to hear her. Sighing, she turned back to the card game she was playing with Ginny, Hermione and Ron, Truth or Dare completely forgotten. She had been teaching them how to play Blackjack, and at this rate, they each owed her ten galleons.

After this kept up for another thirty minutes, Ginny folded, proclaiming that it was three in the morning, and she was going to follow everyone else's example and get some sleep. Hermione and Ron said the same thing, Sri collecting her winnings and heading up to the girls dormitory, glancing back over the railing once to see Harry and Maggie already asleep after their ten minute snogg fest.

A few moments after their friends had gone to bed, Harry and Maggie opened their eyes, cuddling in front of the fireplace for a moment. Harry turned to Maggie, taking the bunny ears off her head.

"What," she questioned as he headed his forehead to hers.

"Oh, nothing," he said before taking her lips in a heated kiss, pushing her back down on the sofa. Sliding her hands through his already messy hair, Maggie let his tongue in as it pushed against her lips, basically ravaging her mouth. She slid her hands from his neck down his shoulders and across his chest, undoing the buttons on his jacket and shirt. As she moved her hands across his bare chest, she couldn't help but notice his well-defined muscles from Quidditch.

Moaning into his mouth as he caressed her body, Maggie pulled Harry down so he was flush with her body, completely lost in everything. Only when they heard the clock strike four did they pull away reluctantly. Helping her to her feet, Harry kissed her once on the lips again before leading her up to the dorms, letting her go inside.

As soon as she shut the door, he leaned against it, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground. 'Why does she intoxicate me so,' he wondered before heading into his own dormitory.

"Dare."

"Ok, then, Anila," Artimis said getting up and whispering something in her ear. After she sat back down, Anila's eyes lit up. Slinking over to Devin, she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Darling Devin," she began, "for a woman, do you find me sexy?"

Her friends busted out laughing at this, Draco totally confused, and everyone else sort of understanding what was going on.

"Yes I do, Anila."

"Would you go straight for me?"

Artimis was on the floor, tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks.

"Most likely."

"YES!" Anila kissed him square on the lips, completely pleased with herself.

"Ok, that's it, it's five in the morning, and we all need some damn sleep!" Artimis stood up, heading for the dormitories, everyone else following suit. Draco was still totally confused, but still happy that someone said they were going to continue the game tomorrow.

Yes, that is it for tonight, so please review! Bishies for all!

Serenity