Skyler practically bounced around the prefect's bathroom in her excitement at the fun to come. Or atleast she hoped it would be fun. If she were being honest the brunette would have to admit that maybe her and Ginny hadn't completely thought their plan through when deciding on throwing a group of Gryffindors and Slytherins together in the same room. Especially given that they planned on drinking, something that had Sky particularly excited since she had never drank alcohol before.

They had been lucky enough to have been provided the massive amount of firewhiskey and butterbeer by Ginny's older twin brothers, who had sent it via night owl. Pretty clever, the teen had to admit, and she thought it was great that her friend's older brothers had done it with no issues.

Still, there were a bit of reservations about the whole thing, considering it would be the first time the Slytherins would be hanging out with the Gryffindors. For fun, no less. The teen was sure world war three might break out, especially since even she knew Harry and Draco could hardly be within ten feet of each other without throwing low blows. Sky gave Ginny a nervous grin. "You think maybe we didn't think things through?"

The redhead was so distracted by all the shiny baubles and things in the Prefects’ bathroom that she nearly missed her friend’s words. It was so strange to be in the room without much fear of getting in trouble for it. After all, she was in the company of one of the Prefects, so she couldn’t really be yelled at, right? She laughed lightly and twisted the cap off of a cold butterbeer, taking a huge swig before bounding over to her friend and throwing an arm over the brunette’s shoulders.

”Probably, but that’s one of the best qualities of a Gryffindor like me. We don’t think. We do.” She laughed loudly at herself and squeezed Sky’s shoulders before spinning away from her and dancing around the open space of the bathroom. She hoped some of their friends would start showing up soon. She was beginning to feel like a bit of a loon with how she was reacting to her excitement.

Ginny made a mental note to thank Fred and George properly next time she had the chance. Perhaps she could offer to help distribute some test products or something. She was sure Sky would help too, since the girl seemed so excited to indulge in the alcohol the two had provided them. Their owl had come to Ginny’s dorm late the night before with a little note instructing her to do nothing they wouldn’t do. That meant she was supposed to break every rule and steal the show, which she fully intended to do.

She grinned, tossing a butterbeer to her Slytherin friend as muffled voices filled the hall just outside the door. She was pretty sure some of their little party was arriving, and she had to grin at that. ”I’m pretty sure we can handle them all. And the whiskey should help a great deal, too,” she said with a wink as the door slowly opened. It was time for the fun to begin!

The owl had found her during breakfast and she had been wary of it since she hadn't recognized the owl nor had she been expecting anything. Taking a good look at the neat scrawling and Hermione was sure it wasn't from any of her friends. She had never been more right in her life.

It ended up being an invitation to a party. A party being thrown jointly by Ginny and...the new Slytherin Princess, as rumor told it, Skyler Riddle. Hermione was in complete and utter shock. It wasn't especially a surprise to her that Ginny was hanging out with the girl. She had been seen multiple times with the Slytherin. There were even rumors that Harry had also been spotted around the girl.

Hermione really wished her two friends would exercise caution. The Slytherin was a Riddle for Merlin's sake! Any number of things could be going on that they had no idea of. It didn't speak too highly of the girl either that she had attached herself so quickly and completely to the band of all their existence, Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret.

Sighing and folding the invitation, the bushy haired witch tried hard to forget it throughout the day as she attended all her classes. She knew without asking that Ron and Harry would have gotten invites each. Ginny would never throw a party without them. Which was all the more reason for cause for concern, since the invitation clearly stated they would be implementing one the oldest games in history for entertainment. Truth or Dare.

By the time dinner was over, Hermione still hadn't decided whether to go or not. She was pretty good on homework. Although she could do with studying a little more in arithmancy. She wasn't too thrilled at the possibility that there may be more than one Slytherin in attendance to tonight's get together. She could only hope a none of those snakes invited would show up as she gathered her Gryffindor courage and trotted off to the prefect's bathroom at the mentioned time. Hermione wasn't going to let Ginny fend for herself with a snake.

She wondered where Harry and Ron were, and if they would show up or if they were already there. Easing open the door after giving the password she saw her two boys had not showed as of yet, if they planned on showing at all. But Ginny was there, and so was the Riddle of the year. Pun intended. Hermione seemed to be the first to show up, and entered a little less friendlier than normal. Her smile was weak at best as she greeted Ginny. "Hey Ginny. What's this all about?" Her gaze slid from her friend's face to that of the Slytherin and back again, a confused and wary look on her face.

The blonde couldn’t believe he was actually going to some party with bloody Gryffindors. He’d already cornered his girlfriend about the damned thing when he got the owl, which led to Zabini getting an invite as well. At least he wouldn’t be the only Snake other than Skyler, who was already friends with half the lions it seemed. He couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit excited to see what the weaselette would bring to the game, since she had a sort of reputation of being just as party-happy as her twin brothers, and they were legends.

Draco rolled his silver eyes as he approached the entry to the bathrooms, pausing to make sure his slacks and oxford were straight and crisp. The shirt was already half unbuttoned, and his eyes glinted with his evil intentions. The boy was determined to have his girlfriend twitching with want to touch him before the games could even begin. Consider it payback for dragging him into all this.

As he gave the password, Draco noticed a familiar silhouette rounding the corner at the end of the hall. Blaise was arriving as well, then. That was good at least. The blonde wasn’t sure who all had arrived yet, and he didn’t really want to be alone with the Potter team. ”Hurry up, Zabini! The door’s going to bitch me out if I keep it open too long!” he called down the hall at his friend. As he entered the room, his face broke into his usual smirk. ”Alright, the party has arrived. You can start this little shindig now,” he announced pompously.

Grumbling was beneath him. He knew this, and yet for the life of him Blaise could not stop his irritated grumbling as he stalked through the castle. He had been reduced to irritated ramblings because he had allowed himself to be convinced into going to a party. A party that included Gryffindors. That wasn't even the best part, and when he said best it was all sarcasm. The best part was that it wasn't just any Gryffindors. Ohh no. It couldn't just be some low-on-the-totem-poll lions. No. It had to be the Gryffindor elite. Blaise was going to kill Draco for this.

Since when had the Malfoy heir become Draco anyway? Oh right. When they had had their bonding moment in the dorms. Blaise was not entirely sure how he felt about any of this, but he decided that he should have, at the very least, one normal teenage memory. Besides, it wasn't everyday the Gryffindors willingly gave them opportunities for cheap shots. Oh who was he kidding. They were Gryffindors. There was always an opportunity for a cheap shot.

He slowed to a casual stroll as he came around the corner to the corridor where he knew the prefect's bathroom to be located. Having shrugged out of his robes some time ago, Blaise was dressed in black slacks with a dark grey button up long sleeved shirt. The outfit was simple and yet he looked like a million galleons. It was the attitude that made the outfit, and Blaise had that confident swagger that many in the castle lacked.

The dark skinned boy rolled his dark eyes at his dorm mate even as a half smirk half grin played on his lips. Blaise halted, seeming to consider something for a moment, and then threw all caution to the wind. Probably not the smartest thing he had ever done but to error was human was it not? He had already come this far and he might as well have a good time. It was liberating and freeing to drop the stoic facade for once in his life. The boy looked the blonde up and down and wolf whistled lowly, cracking a playful grin as he lifted a eyebrow at Draco. "We trying to impress someone?" He teased the blonde and resumed his pace towards the door following the blonde in. Blaise stood next to Draco and smirked in much the same why and for once his dark eyes held something akin to excitement and anticipation. "Thanks for the introduction Draco. But if I'm the party what are you? The hangover?" He stated with a smooth smirk at the blonde and catching sight of the three girls present.

"Riddle. Weasley. Granger." He gave a polite nod to each girl. "Nice to see you out classes. Not to mention out of your robes." His smirk and playful wriggle of his eyebrows at the three witches was comical coming from a boy who normally didn't utter a word unless it was drenched in sarcasm and disdain. It was a completely different boy and hell might have frozen over because he made a joke.

"No need to be nervous. None at all. You're just going to hang out with your girlfriend..no no no..your friend girl...no that can't be right..how about the girl that you snog senseless? Yes that's it. Her. You're just going to be hanging out with her and her friends. Not so bad. Should be fine." Riley Caldwell muttered to himself all along the way to the prefect's bathroom. In spite of his nerves, he had to give the girls credit. The prefect's bathroom was a good choice of location.

His nonsensical muttering was his attempt to rid himself of his nerves. Why should he be nervous? Just because he would be facing Ginny's older brother, her best friend and fantasy, Potter, and the most brilliant witch in the school, who also happened to be the red head's good friend? What was there to fear? "Oh I'm going to be a bloody ghost when I leave here tonight." The ravenclaw groaned.

He was being a bit of a coward but hey, on his own time it was allowed. In front of others is when it wasn't. He was mostly worried about the girl who haunted his most arousing dreams looking as deliciously good as she always did because that always had him needing to put his hands and mouth on her. Not that she minded or didn't reciprocate but things could get very ugly very fast with Gryffindor's trio observing. He had no real idea if they would be there or not, but he didn't think Ginny would throw a party without inviting them.

Now outside the door Riley gave his full body a shake, much like the boxers give their bodies a shake before entering the ring. "You can do this. Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee." He have himself a pep talk and straightened out his dark blue collared shirt and then giving the password to enter.

He was glad to see he wasn't the first or last to arrive. The ravenclaw entered it would seem right after Malfoy and whichever one of his lackeys he had dragged along. Riley was shocked to say the least because no one should be able to throw slytherins and gryffindors into the same room but then he was also pleased and anticipating the coming bloodbath. He threw an arm around each boy's shoulders and grinned his crooked grin. "And here I thought I would have all the gorgeous witches to myself." He joked. "No worries mates. There's only one witch who's got my eye these days." He added on with a pointed look at his little ginger who was looking as scrumptious as ever.

"'Lo Skyler. Hermione. Nice to see you both out for some fun, and looking quite lovely as well." The boy wraggled his brows up and down at them and winked playfully. Turning his attention to that of the youngest Weasley, his hand went to his heart as he removed his arm from Malfoy's shoulders and theatrically pretended to lean on the slytherin boy in would-be pain. "Mate I think you need to check my chest. Some little ginger has gone and stole my bloody heart right out of it."

Harry’s first instinct was the same as with any mail that he didn’t recognize the handwriting on at this point; he was tempted to ignore it. However, his eyes caught the fact that Hermione had a similar note, so he decided it was safe, important, or both to open it. A quick glance at the note made him realize it was definitely safe, but probably not important and pushed his instinct back to ignoring it. Harry was not generally a party person, after all.

A closer look told him that the party was being thrown by Ginny and Skyler, which meant the handwriting must belong to the Slytherin girl. That meant that Harry didn’t really have the option of ignoring it. If Ginny had it in her head to take over the role that her brothers had vacated of castle jester, it was his duty to make sure that she was a success, and that she survived each of her parties. Besides, the girls were right. This year had been entirely too crazy and Harry could use a chance to unwind.

Still, parties really were not his thing. He wished he could ask his godfather for advice, but that wasn’t an option. Still, the thought gave him an idea, and he was able to fire off a quick owl to Fred and get a little bit of advice just before he headed out. As a result he was dressed in his muggle clothing: jeans, a crimson t shirt, and sneakers as he slipped through the castle, glancing at the Marauder’s Map to make sure the coast was clear.

Luckily he knew where the room was despite never being a Prefect, thanks to his current least favorite ghost owing him a favor back when he was still alive. So far only the two hostesses were at his destination, but the other people that were obviously going the same place made him stop and consider whether he really wanted to do this.

He stopped just far enough away from the Prefect area to not draw attention and muttered to himself. “Remember, dress casual. Got that done. Don’t pick fights with alcohol around. Don’t be the drunkest or the most sober. Always watch your friends’ backs, especially if they are the most drunk.” He paused, trying to decide if he was really ready. “You saved my ass again, Fred,” he whispered, blanking the map and making his way into the party, where most of the people he saw approaching seemed to already be here.

He gave a smile and a wave to his three friends present, what he hoped was a casual nod to Zabini, who had never really bothered him as much as the rest of Malfoy’s crew, and flipped Malfoy off where Skyler couldn’t see, all while managing to ignore Ginny’s boyfriend entirely. Then he grabbed a butterbeer and leaned against the wall, congratulating himself on an entrance that he felt might make his father and godfather proud.

He had no idea. No bloody clue as to what to do, and as per usual this year his two best friends were missing in action and therefore not around to bloody shove the answer in his face. He covered his face with his hands, dropping the party invitation to the floor and flopped back into his bed, legs dangling over the side though he was so tall that his feet were still planted firmly on the ground even in this position.

Ron had been invited to a party. By a bloody snake. This year was by far the most confusing and weird one of them all. It was a small consolation that the invitation also came from his sister which he took as a sign of forgiveness for whatever he had done wrong. He still wasn't sure what he had done wrong but he wasn't about to bring it all up again. Anything to not have her screaming at him like a bloody possessed banshee whenever he was in hearing distance.

He was still having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that his sister was now befriending slytherins. Slytherins! Riddles even! Next she would be sending You-Know-Who flowers and having tea with him. He needed to calm down. It was just one party and one slytherin. It couldn't be all that bad. It wasn't like Malfoy would be there...

"Argh. Who invited the ferret?" The red head groaned aloud. He glared at the git with dislike and then his blue gaze sought out his sister who he smiled hesitantly at and waved to and then he smiled at Hermione who looks for once clueless. Ron had to grin at that. A relieved sigh escaped him when his eyes found Harry and similarly he grabbed a butterbeer and approached his best friend nodding cordially to Riddle, eyes a bit suspicious. "Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder.." He muttered to Harry humorously about partying with the snakes.

Shutting his eyes then opening them again didn't make it disappear. Staring at the note Silas wondered of this was a joke. It had to be. Or a set up. The last time he and the yank parted ways it wasn't on terms that would warrant an invite to a private party. Unless it wasn't a party. It seemed Weasley was going to be in on it. Deciding he would see what this was about, Silas waited for the appointed time.

Dressed in the way he'd taken to lately, Silas made his way to the fifth floor and the prefect bathroom. When he'd been told about being able to use this bathroom Silas never thought he would. However it was a nice place to come when you didn't want to be around that many people. A nice place for a trap. Pausing outside he arched a brow as he listened. Apparently there were others. Unconsciously, he relaxed as he slipped in as quietly as he could staying on the outer fringes.

Sweeping his gaze around and taking note of who all had been invited. All the prefects save Hufflepuff house, no headboy or girl, an extra Slytherin and two Gryffindors. That was to be expected with the "Golden Trio". He nearly sneered at the pathetic name. This was bound to be interesting. Four Gryffindors, three Slytherins, and two Ravenclaws. If anything else it would be unforgetable.

Even though she had on a simple grey sweater and some light jeans, Ginny felt gorgeous when her boyfriend- er, the guy she was dating? Oh screw it. Riley was her boyfriend and they might as well just get used to the labels. His comments when he entered had her feeling like solid gold, and she couldn’t hide the blush that spread across her freckled face. She laughed at his antics, but quickly turned her attention to the two Gryffindor boys who had joined the group.

Words were beyond her as Ginny flung herself first at Harry, squeezing him briefly before stringing her arms about her brother’s neck, nuzzling into his chest and sighing at the familiar comfort she felt just from being close to a member of her family. She ignored his comments about the guests and the way he seemed confused about the whole situation, focusing instead on the fact that he’d smiled and waved at her. She’d been forgiven, and it was all she could do to keep from crying in joy.

”Right. Anyways,” she started, clearing her throat as she pulled away from her brother and rejoined Skyler at the head of the group. ”We’re all going to put aside our differences and sit down to a fun little game of truth or dare! Of course, we have some wonderful accompaniments to help us all… loosen up.” The redhead pulled three bottles of firewhiskey from beside her and waved them in the air, a devious smirk on her face. ”Every time you pick ‘truth,’ you have to do a shot. Also, my wand will be used to figure out who you get to ask, and it’s got a charm over it so you can’t cheat. Any time you lie it turns bright red and won’t let the game go on until you tell the truth and it turns green. If you make it go red, you take an extra shot.”

The fire in her eyes was a clear sign that Ginny was rather excited, and she pushed her thick locks away from her face before taking a healthy swig of her butterbeer. ”Sky, you wanna share the technical aspects? And then you can get this show on the road, don’t you think?” If the antics that were already going on between some of the boys in the room were anything to go by, this game was definitely going to be fun. The girl couldn’t help but get excited just thinking about what crazy things they all might soon do… or say.

Her jaw dropped and that was the only immediate reaction she could give when Harry stated his dare to Malfoy. Hermione did not think her truth question warranted such a revenge and glared mutinously at her friend. How could Harry do this to her! What was worse was that Riddle looked ready to kill and Malfoy just shrugged as if nothing!

When he came up to her the bushy haired girl immediately stepped back wanting to put as much space between them but the boy was persistent and before she knew it his tongue was in her mouth and his hands were on her body. Her body wanted to react to the touches but her brain couldn't get over how disgusting and vile it was. The guy's girlfriend was a mere ten feet away! When Hermione felt his hard arousal against her it was the tip of the iceberg for the girl.

She might have thrown up right in his mouth if he hadn't removed it from her allowing for much needed gasps of air in order to choke it back. The shivers that stole through had very little to do with being turned on at all and much more to do with being disgusted by the boy. How could any self respecting girl date someone who would do this in front of them and obviously like it?

Hermione just clammed up and willed herself to just get through it and when it was finally over she sent an apologetic look to Riddle who wasn't paying the slightest attention to her but glaring daggers at her boyfriend. Hermione immediately grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey Gin still had and took a big swig of the stuff not caring for once about the burn down her throat. She would do anything to wash it any evidence of Malfoy's disgusting tongue in her mouth and she glared death at both him and Harry. There would be hell to pay and they had better hope she didn't get ahold of either of them.

When Harry had dared Draco, he never thought it would go that far. He thought the Slytherin would be as repulsed as the bushy haired Gryffindor obviously was. The last thing he wanted was to make his friend uncomfortable, so Hermione’s hurt look and Skyler’s angry one hurt him so deeply that he missed most of what went on next.

The next thing he was fully aware of was Draco holding out a bottle of firewhiskey to him, assumedly out of commissary before Skyler killed them both. Harry took another deep swig, leaving his head buzzing pleasantly. He would have to try this drinking thing more often. Then Draco was whispering to him, but Harry had no real idea what was going on or why the blond would need to say such confusing things.

Harry tried to fight against the kisses and roughness that descended upon him, but he was drunk and confused and the other boy was probably a bit stronger than Harry thanks to his size. Before he knew what was happening really Draco was gone and Harry sank to the ground, his shirt in his lap and a look of utter confusion on his face. Only one thing was certain: he didn’t want any sort of memory of what just happened to creep back in at any point. “Someone please toss me the liquor,” he begged, not even trying to move from his place on the wall.

Skyler wasn't sure which was worse, watching her boyfriend snog and touch Granger and him like it, or watching him snog and touch Harry and him like it. It was definitely like picking the lesser of two evils trying to figure it out. In the end the violet eyed girl finished off the butterbeer in her hands and cracked open a new one only to down half of that one too. At this point, she might just waltz up to her uncle herself and beg him to remove her memories her bloody self. Anything to get those images out of her head.

It wasn't that she didn't know her boyfriend would rise to the occasion. The damn boy always did. He always had to show everyone else up. That was just who he was. It was the fact that he damn well went above and behind the call of duty that had her angrier than she'd ever been with him. The brunette knew it was just a game, but that didn't damn well mean he had to like it so damn much. The only person he was supposed to enjoy touch was her damn it!

The girl finished off the new bottle of butterbeer, grabbing another to replace it and taking a seat on the floor, leaning against the wall much like Harry was. A nice had already developed in her head with the previous one, the teen having never drank before effected more than the rest might've been at this point. Because of this, the tense and angry muscles in her body relaxed and she pushed aside all thoughts of her boyfriend. She didn't forget though, and he was definitely in for some damn payback. But Sky decided not to let the idiot blonde ruin her entire night. He was in no way forgiven though, and she avoided looking at him at whatever cost.

She laughed when Ginny spit her drink out all over the place at Riley's answer, shaking her head and eyes shining with obvious amusement. Right up until the point he dared Ginny to make out with the brunette. Skyler gave a 'why me?' sort of resigned look. She knew the red head well enough to know she wasn't going to back out of it. Why couldn't he have picked Granger? The teen grabbed the bottle of liquor from said Gryffindor's hand and chugged down a gulp, sputtering a bit as it burned it's way down her throat.

She didn't care much for liquid courage. She just had the same idea as Harry seemed to have. Drink until there was no memory of this and hopefully it will be like it all never happened. It probably wasn't her best idea but Sky didn't care much at the moment. The whiskey seemed to go straight to her head thankfully, and now it was a cloudy mess. She inwardly thanked whatever deity there was for it too as Ginny came up to her grinning. The brunette simply gave a grin and shrugged carelessly. "Whatever you say."

And then her friend was kissing her, lightly at first, barely more then a press of soft lips against soft lips. It definitely wasn't anything like Draco's usually dominant and rough ones. Sky was partial to those but she supposed there was something to be said for these softer ones. When she felt Ginny's tongue running over her lips, it was almost like second nature to open her mouth to the waiting vessel.

Sky might've found it awkward that just a few short weeks ago she had had her very first kiss with a boy, and now she was kissing a girl. Goal figure. But as it were, the girl's sluggish mind couldn't fire a brain cell as it was on sensory overload thanks the drinks she had consumed in the last ten minutes.

Somehow her brain noted that Ginny was in her lap, so Sky simply placed her hands on her friend's hips so that they weren't hanging at her sides like limp noodles. And then, just because her brain told her might as well, the brunette kissed the red head back, her own tongue coming out to play with Ginny's. After all, Skyler Riddle always gave as good as she got. It wasn't a battle for dominance like she was used to, but more sensual. Awkward, in Sky's opinion, but not bad, she supposed. And then it was over, and the teen have her friend a devious little smirk at her question and nipped the red head's bottom lip lightly. It seemed like the natural thing to do at the time.

"Not bad at all. Maybe you could replace Malfoy." She teased her friend lightly, laughing her carefree laugh as Ginny got up and spun her wand only for it to land on Harry. Poor guy. He looked like a mess but damn did he look good without a shirt on. Maybe she'd thank Malfoy for that much. Sky took another swig of her butterbeer and brought her hazy eyes to Harry's face to see what he would choose.

There didn't seem to be anything Malfoy wouldn't do sexually that he wouldn't enjoy and the bushy haired Gryffindor actually felt sorry for his girlfriend for what he was putting her through just to feed his own ego. Hermione had blushed and turned her eyes away from the scene of Harry and Malfoy with a light blush opening her own bottle of beerbutter and surprised Ron's head hadn't exploded yet.

She giggled at Riley's truth answer after downing most of her beerbutter the drink doing it's job and loosening her up some. The ravenclaw seemed good at breaking the tension and he went on to dare Ginny to snog Riddle. Hermione knew the fiery witch wouldn't back down from a dare and the sixth year found herself averting her eyes from the pair as they followed through with the commitment after Riddle drank a good deal. The younger slytherin seemed to be copying Harry's plan to drown in the drinks and Hermione was tempted to follow the example as well.

Then Ginny dared Harry to do who knew what because she whispered it to him so no one else could here which was really unfair since he was moving towards her with that just go with it look on his face and the gryffindor couldn't look anywhere but at her best friend. Until his lips crashed against hers and her brown eyes closed of their own accord as she lost herself in the fantasy she never thought she would actually get to live.

It was much different than what had happened with Malfoy because even though her body the idiot thing it was had responded to the blonde's touch she was in no way attracted to the male snake and so her mind had easily overriden it. With Harry every bit of her wanted more and she melted into his touches and kisses with ease and responded without thought about who was around or where they were. It was clear she didn't want it to stop and she didn't even notice the sounds leaving her at all. The only thing she noticed was his hands under her shirt and in her skirt and how incredible it felt to have the boy of her late night dreams bringing them to reality. And she definitely did not want it to stop.

Unfortunately Ginny found the need to put an end to Hermione's living fantasy by wolf whistling and breaking the cloudy lust bubble her and Harry had been caught up in and bringing them crashing back down to earth. Hermione blushed hotly as Harry stepped back awkwardly from her and the gryffindor wished to pull him back to her but he was already spinning the wand again and the moment was gone and Hermione feared it was gone for good.

Madness is what this was. Balls to the walls insanity type of madness. He knew he should have stayed in the bloody tower and just gone to bed. Ron had half a mind to just down the firewhiskey until he passed out. That was how horrible the game was.

To be fair, it might not have been so bad if nearly everything done hadn't involved someone so close to him. The only part of the game he had been able to really laugh at was Hermione's question to Harry and he had gotten a pretty good laugh in there. The rest of the game he had spent groaning with grimace after grimace covering his face as the bloody ferret snogged both of his best friends and left Harry a bloody mess on the floor.

"Bloody hell." The red head had grumbled unintelligibly and grabbed one of the bottles of liquor taking a good healthy drink and passing it to his best mate. Things had not only gotten worse from there as his sister was dared to snog with Riddle and Harry with Hermione and those two had really gotten into it. All hell was breaking loose and by the time they got to Harry daring Ginny to give someone a lap dance or strip tease or whatever Ron just wanted to be swallowed up by a sink hole. His face was completely red with both anger and embarrassment and he looked ready to explode like the firecracker he was.

Before he could gather enough thought to do so though his sister began to do her thing and Ron was more worried about averting his eyes than anything else. This was not what he had bloody come here for! Without looking he knew his sister would take things too far and he decided she was entirely too much like the slimy git Malfoy for her own good and absently though maybe those two should be the ones dating. Then he thought what the hell because he in no way wanted the bloody ferret dating his sister.

His expression was some odd mixture of horrified and pissed. Why the bloody hell did she want to see everyone's bloody cock for? He really was beginning to wonder about his sister but wisely for once kept his mouth shut because he didn't want to start a row with her here. Everyone was likely to feel sorry for her if he called her out on her behavior now since Ron was certain all the blokes in the room at least had liked her actions and would like for them to continue. But he was her older brother and he didn't like where Ginny was headed with all this sexual stuff. Not that she wasn't being encouraged or had help and Ron would need to have a talk with Harry about that. Having fun was one thing but she was taking it to whole other level bordering on slutty and he would need to be sober and be able to explain his opinion in a way that wouldn't have her blowing her bloody temper sky high.

He snorted to himself and grabbed the bottle again to take another healthy drink. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to even compete in this cock contest when he couldn't possibly have gotten worked up over any of the shit he had been witness to. Two witches snogging would've done wonders if it hadn't been his bloody sister. Ron ended up shrugging and leaning his back against the wall behind him and holding the bottle up to the rest of the room took his loses.

"I'll just admit defeat because there is no way I can get it up with what's been going on in here and I would think it bloody fucked up if I had anyway." He didn't sound mad or sad. It was just a statement and Ron wouldn't care if anyone laughed or poked fun. He would like to see one of these blokes bring in their sister and have her make out with some other witch and then strip tease some bloke and then they could talk to him about getting it up. Ron would just hang out against the wall and drink his liquor that's what he was going to do and the rest of them could showcase their stuff to his apparently cock hungry sister.

Watching two witches snog was good. It was better than good. There didn't seem to be an adequate word to describe how good it was. It was something that should have been done already but the rest of the blokes seemed revenge happy so Riley took it upon himself to take one for the cock team. It paid off and his pants were definitely a little tighter of the show and the boy was sure there was a completely flaccid member in the room.

He took a little bow to his fellow males for providing such a moment with his crooked smile on his face and watched the immediate proceedings with the same grin and replacing his now empty bottle of butterbeer with another. He paid close attention to his little ginger during the Potter/Granger show but she showed nothing but arousal from the sight and he just shook his head. Bit of a devil that one.

He was soon shown just how much of a sexual deviant she was when Potter dared her to do a strip and lap dance to whoever she picked and it didn't surprise Riley when she picked him. He licked his lips before she even got his wand from him to conjure a chair. So focused on his little sex devil that he couldn't have given a rats arse that her brother or Potter or anyone else were present. They might be able to watch but her entire focus was on him and that meant the performance she gave was for him and him alone and that alone made his erection strain against his pants as he watched her move and touched her every time she was within reach.

It was torture but it was the best torture and she spun her wand while grinding on his throbbing pants covered cock and he moaned and didn't care and he grabbed her hips to help keep her moving. If he couldn't get completely off he wasn't going to stop her even if they were in a room full of people. She was too bloody sexy and he chuckled quietly when he felt her orgasm hit her and her panting. He might have the hardest erection he had ever had but it was worth seeing that.

Her dare to Zabini was laughable and Riley wondered if the little ginger was really that sex crazed that she needed to see every guys member. It was kind of worrying but he didn't have anything to be ashamed of and he eased her off of him and stood and proudly dropped his pants and boxers to show off all of himself. "They you go Zabini."

Silas had resorted to mixing the drinks together hoping for a stronger effect. He had come here against his better judgment. It seemed he should have stuck to that. This gane of 'fun' was anything but. It was as if all the group wanted was to have a muggle orgy party. Yes, it had been amusing at first until it seemed the one question would set the mood and rule of the party to sexual based. There wasn't enough alcohol in the room that would have him forgetting this cringe worthy night.

Getting blackmail material in his cousin was not worth this. Seeing him snogging Potter and Granger did give Silas pause. Seeing that explained a lot about his cousin and why he went out of his way to harrass the trio. With that information it still would not relieve him of seeing or hearing what happened in the room. Yes, he was a teenager and they had needs, but unlike some in the room Silas wasn't turned on just by that alone. It seemed that Weasley had a tremendous ego, had no shame, or both.

Feeling sick, Silas was happy that they at least were in a loo in case it became too bad. Averting his eyes from the 'party' during the snog fest, he wondered if he'd be abke to sneak out. Cutting his eyes to the hussy's brother he arched a brow. He had to give the red head a bit of respect. He appeared the only one that had some sense left. Looking back at the girl gis fellow Ravenclaw liked he sneered at her in disgust. "Have you no shame? And could you please do us the favor of putting your clothes back on? If you wanted to rut there are bathroom stalls and a bath large enough for you and your ego."

Oh, he knew what his reply would likely be from the girl. And that she would likely curse him if he told her how revolting he thought her display was. It seemed the girls hadn't been thinking when they put their party list together. There were only three girls and the rest male. Silas wasn't a poofer like it appeared his cousin was, so that left the three girls. He didn't find the red head attractive at all. He found Hermione fun to argue with but he was not getting in the middle of the muddle that was the trio and his cousin. As for Riddle it was too complicated. All in all, it was not a pleasant mixture.

"As for you wanting to see our dicks, I refuse to subjicate myself to your deviant wants." Looking around at the rest of the group he shook his head. This was what the future of the wizarding was? Maybe his mother and the Dark Lord weren't so crazy to want to raze it to the ground.

"Some of us should at least make a pretense of being Prefects. I'm going on patrole. Have fun with your orgy." Waving, Silas strode out the door and into the hallway where he could get away from the imagea that he hopefully can have removed.

Harry wanted to look away from the show he had Ginny doing. He really did. She was his first friend’s little sister, she was probably his best mate right now, and she had a boyfriend, one who could clearly see him looking as a matter of fact. All the parts of him that worked on thinking and logic, the Hermione sounding parts, were screaming at him to look away and just wait for it to be over.

The problem was, he was still heavily affected, in a very physical way, by the way she had made him perform on Hermione. And she was bloody hot if he told the truth. So those rational parts of him were speaking very quietly, while a much louder part of his brain commanded him to enjoy the show and worry about what any of it meant later. As a result, the problem in his pants was getting worse, not better, and the glance at Ron out of the corner of his eye made it look like his mate might try to kill him soon.

It seemed that Harry would get a punishment of sorts for his behavior more immediately than he had realized. He stared Ginny dead in the eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and then pulled them off, partly to let her know how he felt about her evil dare, and partly so he didn’t have to look at Ron at any point in the process, as it would be awkward for more reasons than Harry was capable of counting in his current state.

“This is entirely your fault,” he muttered at the evil girl before pulling down his scarlet boxers to reveal his member that had already been the focus of attention more tonight than any other time in his life.

The whole party had disintegrated into something that Hermione really did not want to partake in. She had enjoyed Harry's dare but only until she had realized that that was all it ever was. A dare and he thought very little else of it. Hermione realized he had only done it to complete the challenge.

It was heart wrenching for the witch and she kept her chocolate brown eyes on the floor as the humiliated blush crept up onto her face. The gryffindor's eyes snapped up in shock when Harry spoke his dare to Ginny. Gaze moving from him, to Ginny, and then to Ron, Hermione knew this was not going to end well.

While Harry and Ginny looked excited about the idea Ron looked like he wanted to kill Harry for suggesting it and like he would die of shame because they all knew Ginny could and would do it. Hermione avoided looking the red haired girl's way like the plague when she started her dance if you could call it that and sometime during the process her eyes found Harry. She wished they hadn't.

It was clear to anyone that he was thoroughly enjoying the show and he might as we'll be panting and drooling. It had never been clearer to Hermione than at that moment that her fantasy would always just be that. A fantasy. By the time the wand had landed on Zabini and Ginny had practically had sex on her boyfriend's lap and dared the slytherin to measure all the other boys penises Hermione had had enough. She had been embarrassed and disappointed enough for one night and without a word to anyone she removed herself from the group and left, heading back to gryffindor tower. She didn't even bother sending Harry and Ginny disgusted looks but spared a pitying look for Ron and Riddle.

This whole game was getting a bit out of hand, but it wasn’t anything too surprising in Draco’s opinion. When he figured out his girlfriend and the youngest Weasel were hosting, he knew he was in for a crazy ride, and they didn’t disappoint. In all honesty, none of it bothered the blonde… well, other than the pain and anger her saw flashing on Skyler’s face. He knew she was beyond pissed at him, especially after he’s risen to the challenge when she’d dared him to run the bases with Potter rather than getting all homophobic about it.

The truth was, if she didn’t accept him for who and what he was, they’d never work. It hurt to even think about, but it was true. He loved her for everything she was. He loved her crazy nature, the way she fought every stereotype tooth and nail. He loved the fact that she was related to one of the evilest wizards yet was determined to be a loving, happy teenaged girl! She didn’t let anyone define her and that was what he tried for as well, yet it seemed that somehow made him bad in her eyes, and that hurt. Maybe it wasn’t a good way to deal with the pain in his chest, but the Slytherin decided to embrace the game and his own ego to get through the hurt he was feeling at Sky’s apparent rejection.

The blonde put all those thoughts out of his mind and focused on the arousing scenes unfolding. His girlfriend snogging the redhead was quite possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, though he noticed she avoided his gaze as he tried to make that clear to her. He growled when Potter and Granger went at it and the bookworm reacted so much more than she had with him. Damned lions and the grudges they held…

Next thing he knew, the Weaselette was stripping and swaying in a delicious little dance and a single glance in Sky’s direction told him she didn’t plan to give him the time of day no matter what he did, so he decided to simply relax and enjoy the show. By the time she’d finished he was in a right state and barely understood her dare until the great Ravenclaw dropped trow and he realized they were down his cousin and one bushy-haired Granger. She probably had to go take care of herself anyway after Potter’s performance.

”Alright then. I’m no pussy like the Weasel,” he said with a smirk, undoing his slacks and slipping them from his hips, revealing his lack of boxers along with his erect length. He was still smirking proudly until he happened to glance over toward the Boy Wonder, when his jaw dropped and the air all left his lungs. ”Bloody hell, Potter. That’s your wand?” He shook his head and pulled his pants back up, feeling less superior in an instant. Now he really didn’t want to just sit back and watch while Sky ‘dated’ the boy.

Skyler sat against the wall with her legs folded Indian style and watched the proceedings with very little interest. How could she? She didn't especially like Granger and vice versa so she didn't really want to watch her and Harry snog. And she definitely didn't want to watch Ginny's strip dance thing either.

So the girl's purple eyes roamed the room, observing everyone else. The girl snorted into her bottle of butterbeer at the look on Harry's face. She couldn't see Riley because she was determinedly not looking in that direction. Ginny's brother Ron looked between committing murder and just running the hell out of there.

Then there was her boyfriend. Draco Malfoy seemed to be enjoying the show quite a bit and her eyes narrowed dangerously on the blonde. The damn idiot knew she was pissed at him and still he thought it was a good idea to continue pressing her buttons, and his own luck? And Ginny was supposed to be her friend but now she was going for making Skyler's boyfriend drool over her and to see his arousal for the red head too? The brunette downed the rest of her butterbeer simply for something to do other than thinking about how betrayed she felt by her friends and boyfriend.

The teen couldn't contain the laugh that bubbled up out of her at either boy's comments before they left, and she shrugged uncaring if her finding them amusing hurt someone's feelings. To be honest, neither of her so called friends seemed to have taken her feelings into consideration and she was merely reciprocating. It was childish but it made her tipsy self feel a little better. Besides, the red headed girl had brought it on herself in Sky's opinion.

When three of their guests left the brunette bursted into giggles, which was odd for her because she didn't giggle. Getting control of her laughter after a few moments she remarked to the room at large, "You guys clear a room faster than I ever imagined one could be cleared." She laughed again when the wand landed on Harry and he searched for bottles to drink from only to come up with them empty, forcing him to choose dare.

The alcohol she had consumed seemed to have finally broken through Skyler's anger and raging jealousy if her wide grin was anything to go by at Ginny's dare to Harry. It was the first one she herself were directly involved in, with the exception of Ginny snogging her.

Skyler half wished her friend had dared Harry to snog her, if just to make her idiot of a boyfriend feel even one ounce of what she had been feeling the entire time. Besides, Harry was hot. With and without his shirt on. The brunette shook her head to clear it a bit and then struggled to get up to her feet and get to a stall. In the end, it just wasn't going to happen and she gave up, choosing to stay on the floor, easily slipping out of her hoodie and, with a slight blush on her face, removing her shirt without making eye contact with anyone.

She had never been so unclothed in front of anyone with the exception of Draco and it made her blush deeper to think of that one time. The brunette took the crimson shirt Harry presented to her like some gift with a thankful smile, honestly grateful he had had the foresight to realize he still didn't have a shit on and to retrieve just for her sake. Slipping it on, the teen couldn't help but inhale deeply, an almost content smile playing on her lips. Harry smelled oddly comforting, and even though it was her least favorite color, Sky didn't mind wearing it at all.

She handed him her shirt and then the war with her pants began. The teen couldn't for the life of her get her button and zipper to cooperate. She struggled with the things for a good couple of minutes before growing frustrated enough to allow Harry to pull her to her feet and his nimble fingers to undo them both. Once that battle had been conquered, Sky flashed him another thankful smile and tried to get out of her pants.

But being steady on her feet at the moment was hard work, and as she tried to pull her feet out of one of the leg holes of her jeans, the Slytherin toppled over into Harry, and they both went down, Sky landing on top of him with an, "Oompf!" She apologized immediately and tried to get up but lacked the coordination for such an action. Shoulders slumping in defeat, the girl simply dropped her head to her friend's shoulder. "I can't get up Harry." Skyler half complained, half mumbled.

Somehow, and Skyler's now sluggish brain really had absolutely no clue how, but somehow Harry had managed to get them both to complete his dare. Which left her all too comfortable in his baggy clothes, and him looking ridiculous in her too tight ones. The result was the brunette getting lost in laughter as it bubbled up out of her, only to end with a beaming grin when her friend said she smelled good.

As the game carried on, the teen tried to fight the sleep that was overtaking her and also tried to pay attention to what was going on around her. However, by this point she wasn't sure she wanted to know in case things had returned back to what they had been before. Not to mention the comforting and warm aroma from Harry's shirt wrapping around her was oddly calming and made her even more susceptible to the sleep trying to overtake her.

So it was surprising when she felt herself being lifted from the very comfortable position she had been in and audibly groaned in protest, only to hear Harry's friendly voice in her ear. So apparently the party had come to a close, though the brunette had no clue as to why it was Harry and not Draco who was walking her out of the room. It seemed awfully odd to the Slytherin but she was having a hard enough time on simply making her legs actually move forward that she couldn't voice her question as to where the blonde was. Skyler was actually afraid of what the answer might be if she did, not sure she could handle being told he had went off with either her red haired friend or Merlin forbid one of the boys who had been present. So instead she swallowed her fear and worry and all and simply tried not to be a complete fail as Harry helped her back to the dungeons. She did manage a small grin for her Gryffindor friend. "Such a gentleman Harry."