Hi. I'm back. Sorry for the long wait, yada yada yada. This chapter is a little steamy, and the rating has gone up to M. I don't plan on writing any detailed lemons though.

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Orianna's POV

There's this feeling I get at parties, it's like I'm high, but I just walked in the door. In reality, I'm only slightly buzzed, but my mind is already so far gone. I am literally drunk on the party. There's still a ton of tequila left in my bottle, and I feel drunk as could be, but that doesn't stop me. I know I'm not actually wasted, not yet anyway. The room has gotten hazy, more so than when I first got here. Activities have gotten more racy, people have gotten more intoxicated. And the party is just getting started.

I was brought back to the present when I felt one of Wood's hands grab my waist and pull me towards him. He takes the bottle of tequila from my hand and takes a long drink from it.

"Come on Waverly, are you just going to stand there or dance?" He yelled over the noise as he led me to the large, crowded group of people dancing, his hand on my lower back and him directly behind me.

Once we got to the crowd, Wood pushed his way through to the middle of the pack, pulling me along behind him. We reached a group of seventh years, most of them too occupied to notice us. The few guys that did notice started cheering and whistling and us. They were so wasted.

Wood came up close behind me and wrapped one arm around my front, firmly holding my hip and pulling me towards him so my ass was pushed up against his crotch. His other hand was preoccupied with the bottle of tequila. He leaned down and whispered against my neck.

"What are you waiting for? Let's dance."

I shivered, but nonetheless started grinding on him. My party high was in full effect now, and I was getting more drunk. I took his hand that was holding the tequila and guided it towards my face. Wood must have understood even in his drunken state as he tugged on the ends of my hair, forcing my chin and mouth up and my throat out. He began to pour the tequila into my open mouth. It was such a turn on.

I closed my mouth and felt some of the tequila run down the sides of my face and neck. I started trying to rub it away so it wouldn't get in my hair, but then Wood's hand stopped mine, then pulled it away from my face and back to my hip in his hand. I was about to question this until I felt his lips on my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking away the alcohol left there. I let out a quiet, involuntary moan and felt him smirk against my neck, attacking it more viciously. I started grinding against him harder and felt his boner begin to poke into my ass. It was my turn to smirk as I continued with a renewed vigor.

I threw my head back onto Wood's shoulder so he could get the other side of my neck and face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him thrust the almost empty bottle of tequila into some random sixth year's hand. Then, both his hands were all over my body; one crept up the front of my loose shirt and was brushing around the bottom of my bandeau, and the other was rubbing from my waist to my hip down to my inner thigh and then back again.

We continued like this for who knows how long, but neither of us could get enough. Eventually Wood let out a low growl, grabbed both my hips firmly and spun me around to face him. He placed one of his legs in between mine so one of my legs was in between his. Still holding onto my hips, he started rolling his own hips and used his hands, guiding my hips to do the same. My hands were running up and down his chest, and then snaked around his neck, pulling him even closer. His erection was much more clear now, and our current position had my crotch positioned right above his.

I was momentarily distracted as I noticed Wood looking over my shoulder. Or should I say glaring. My confusion disappeared immediately as another pair of arms wrapped around my midsection, settling just above where Wood's hands still gripped my hips. I tilted my head back to see who this mystery person was. I came face to face with some guy I don't recognize.

He whispered into my ear "Hey I'm Cedric, I've wanted to meet you for a while now." The alcohol on his breath was quite noticeable.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and started grinding into my backside, pushing me even closer to Wood, with the three of us smashed together as close as you could possibly get. My intoxicated self decided to just go with it, cause I was ninety percent sure I wasn't going to remember this the next morning. I continued my dry humping, yes that's basically what we were doing, with Wood, only now Cedric's boner was up against my ass instead of Wood's. The two boys began to thrust inward in sync, almost crushing me in between them; if it weren't for our clothes, I'm pretty sure both of their dicks would be buried deep in me right now.

That thought had me wet. I was so horny. Now, there was no way I was going to fuck either one of these two right now, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little bit of fun right?

I broke apart from my two dance parters, much to their disappointment.

"Sorry boys, but I have an idea. Go round up some friends and meet me in the back corner of the room."

Wood and Cedric came back with quite a few people, among them I recognized the Gryffindor Quidditch team, minus Harry of course, Ryan, and that girl Fiona from the train. I had arranged the couches in the circle around a table, which held an empty bottle, half a dozen full bottles, shot glasses, and a few joints. I'm not really into smoking, and I don't do it that often, but to each their own. Some of the Hufflepuffs Cedric brought with him seemed really into it though.

"Alright, Truth or Dare drinking game time. It's really a mix up of a few muggle games, it's better suited to this type of party than cute little sleepover games are. You spin the bottle, ask whoever it lands on truth or dare, if they chicken out on a truth they take two shots, if they chicken out on a dare they remove one piece of clothing. I'll go first."

I bottle landed on Fred, who of course picked dare. I had the feeling he wouldn't shy away from anything so I let him off easy.

"Pour vodka down your pants."

Fred smirked. "Easy, I'll just have someone suck it off later," he said cheekily.

I just rolled my eyes, not justifying that with a response.

The game continued, with quite a few hookups and stripteases. And by stripteases, yes I am talking about the twins. However, my shirt was long gone, leaving me in just my bandeau, having refused the dare from a random Ravenclaw to fuck him on one of the couches. I see this rumor about me being easy has really gotten around.

Fred did in fact have the vodka sucked off as a 6th year Ravenclaw had to spin the bottle and give the first guy it landed on a blow job. In our drunken states, no one noticed the devastated look on Angelina's face, until she excused herself once Fred and the unknown Ravenclaw began making out on the couch. I made eye contact with George across the circle and made a mental note to talk to him about it after the party.

I was beyond shit-faced as I refused to answer questions revolving my life, particularly my sex and love life, back in Chicago, and getting drunk wasn't really a punishment. I had given Ryan a lapdance as a dare, having already established that we were friends; I hooked up with Wood for ten minutes against the wall, which was his dare, courtesy of George. The game had since broken up as most people playing had separated into couples and began to head back to their dorms. I was sitting on Wood's lap with his lips attached to my neck, and my head leaning back on his shoulder.

"Let's go back to the dorm and continue yeah?" He whispered, not giving me a chance to respond as he lifted me up and turned me around so I was facing him with my legs around his waist. We attacked each other's mouths all the way to the dorms, despite me being slammed into a couple walls. Once up in my dorm, Wood laid me down on the bed, took off his shirt, and hovered over me, pressing kisses all over my body.

I began to sober up once he undid the button on my shorts. I turned my head to the side and clenched my legs together. He continued trying to undo my shorts, so I reached down and grabbed his hands.

"Oliver, stop. We're both drunk and I don't want to do this now, I think it would be best if you go," I told him.

My words must have finally registered in his drunken mind, cause he pushed himself roughly off the bed and walked out the door without a single glance back.

I fell asleep immediately.

Shocking huh? That's about as graphic as my writing will get, just for future reference.

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