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01 December 2006 @ 06:28 pm
Open to Anyone: The Morning After  
Draco rolled over, feeling a dull pounding in his head.  This feeling gave a sharp increase as he rolled onto his stomach.  He gave a soft groan and pulled the covers over his head to block out any light that may have permeated his dungeon room. 

He felt like shit.

His stomach felt like he was going to be sick at any moment and his head was pounding so much he could have sworn a drummer had taken up residence there overnight.  His semi-conscious brain wondered if he had any Hangover Potions. He didn't remember if he had packed any before leaving home.  He was always seeming to need them nowadays...

He gave another louder groan as he tried to bury himself under the covers.  He hoped to Merlin no one would come in and force him to ge up.  He didn't give a fuck if it was the first day of his seventh year.  What did he have to look forward to? His father was in jail, his mother was dead, and Potter.... Oh fuck. Potter.

Draco's groan this time was agonized as a bit of the previous night slipped into his memory.  Most of the details were fuzzy, but he was pretty sure he had seen him last night.

Draco didn't even want to know what he might possibly have done. He just wanted to stay in his bed for the rest of his life, or at least until the hangover was gone.
 
 
Location: Head Boy's room
Mood: drunkhungover
Music: Incessant birds that need to be AK'd
 
 
 
slyth_orchid on December 2nd, 2006 04:15 pm (UTC)
Orchid Parkinson, cousin of Pansy Parkinson loved to fuck with people, it made her day. Well today it was going to make her whole week.

Pansy, had come back last evening and didn't even wake her. She had heard her cousin and Draco talking, and knew that Draco was quite intoxicated, as a matter of fact, he was pissed, plastered, and rat-arsed. She knew that he must have a dragon size hangover.

PMSing herself and being in a right cob, she decided to go and wake up dear Draco . It had been over a year since they had seen each other and Orchid just couldn't wait to say good morning.

Smiling malevolently to herself, she mad her way down the dungeon hallway till she came to a big steel door. Fixing herself up, she curled her well manicured hands in to fists and began pounding on the steel door. The noise that resonated thru the dungeon almost gave her a headache, so she knew how it would sound to the sleeping dragon.


"Wakey Wakey Dracy" she said in a voice dripping with honeyed venom, as she continued pounding on the door.
slytherin_ice: I Biteslytherin_ice on December 3rd, 2006 06:43 am (UTC)
Who the fuck is that?Draco thought as the knocking echoed around the room. And who the bloody hell decided to make that an iron door? That's the first thing to go.

Draco, with his eyes screwed up trying to block out the pounding that was doing nothing to help his head, slid a hand from under tha covers, making sure that no light could make it through. He groped for his wand but finally found it on the bedside table. Waving it at the door, he transfigured it into a solid oak, to silence the sound.

He heard a female voice drifting in, sickly sweet and using the nickname he detested. He knew it wasn't Pansy and he had no desire to see anyone, no matter who.

Instead, he placed a Silencing Spell over his covers and buried himself deep within them, trying to ignore the ever-increasing pain in his head.
slyth_orchid on December 4th, 2006 03:28 am (UTC)
Orchid Parkinson continued knocking on the steel door, when suddenly it became a heavy oak causing her to break a nail off her well manicured hand.

"So you want to play games, Dracy" she said to no one in particular.
Retrieving her wand from the hip band of her pink mini skirt she cast a spell. Alohomora

The heavy oak door swung open revealing the sleeping dragon. Hmmmm, what was it she had heard about not waking a sleeping dragon. She couldn't quite remember, because she had noticed the Slytherin Princes' sleeping form under the emerald green silk sheets. She began quietly stalking over to the bed, before she was aware of what she was doing. Her movements more feline than human.

Standing beside the sleeping dragon she flung back the covers to reveal a very naked Draco. Orchid gasped at the sight that greeted her. The Slytherin Prince definitely had a royal arse. It was firm, sexy and made a gorgeous contrast on the emerald green sheets.

Orchid raked her nails down Draco's gorgeous arse before smacking it, and saying "WAKEY WAKEY DRACY" to the Slytherin Prince...
slytherin_ice: i hate youslytherin_ice on December 4th, 2006 04:57 am (UTC)
Draco had felt the covers being pulled back and the grip on his wand had been tightened. Whoever dared to enter his room had better expect to be punished.

At the hand on his ass, his wand was out, and in a second, the intruder had been thrown across the room and landed in a crumpled pile on the floor. The girl's blond hair was askew and her skirt wrinkled.

Draco yanked up the covers and glared at her. No one trespassed into his room without his permission. Struggling upright, his wand still on the girl sitting on the floor, he spoke, "What the fuck are you doing and who the hell do you think you are?"
Blaise Zabini: Seductivestygian_blaise on December 5th, 2006 07:48 am (UTC)
Blaise laughed. The sight of Draco's bare body quivering with anger in his bed, pointing his wand in the direction of a floored Orchid, was not at all what he had been expecting to see when he stepped into the room, but was definately a welcome change. It was an amusing way to start the morning, especially considering he had been well on his way to a lousy one, what with all the banging and the yelling.

Infact, that's what had brought him into the room. He'd already been on his way to seek out Draco, knowing fully well that it was his hungover arse that had caused him to miss breakfast and a good part of first class. But echos of an irritating high-pitched voice calling for Draco's wake, made him quicken his step and beeline it into the common room and through Draco's ajar bedroom door.

Two sets of eyes darted over to him in surprise, as he laughed in the doorway. Blaise noticed Draco yank up his covers, when he realised how exposed he still was. Blaise only gave him a quick smirk before turning to Orchid, a disgusted look dripping off his handsome features.

"Already up to your useless shit-stirring are you?" Blaise drawled in disdain. He watched as the blonde duplicate of Pansy picked herself up off the floor and adjusted her clothes. "Get out of here Orchid, no one wants to deal with your crap right now. Go find Pansy, I'm sure the two of you can find someone else to badger for now, while I deal with this..." He trailed off as he glanced in Draco's direction, noting his sunken eyes, exhausted expression, and tossled hair. "..mess," he finished.
slytherin_iceslytherin_ice on December 5th, 2006 05:03 pm (UTC)
Draco bristled at the word "mess" but didn't contest it because it was at least getting the girl away from him. He recognized who it was as she stood up haughtily, fixing her clothes and stalking from the room.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself. "What the fuck does she think she's doing?"

He scoffed and then collapsed back down in his bed, pulling the covers over his head once more. With that tiny interval, the pain from the headache had disappeared but it was now back in full force. He knew Blaise was still in the room, but he didn't care.

"Blaise," came his muffled voice from under the covers. "You better have a Hangover Potion on you, or this is going to be a very unpleasant day for both of us."
Blaise Zabini: bad boystygian_blaise on December 26th, 2006 04:09 am (UTC)
Blaise smirked, and swaggered over to Draco's bed side. Slipping his hands into his robes, he pulled out a small jar of an off-purple coloured liquid and twirled in one large elegant hand.

"Well my cock-worshiping little friend, I have some news for you. I think despite this potion, it's going to be a very unpleasant day for you no matter what."

He held out the potion and shook it in front of the lump of covers that would have had to have concealed Draco's exhaust ridden face.
slytherin_ice: I Biteslytherin_ice on December 28th, 2006 02:14 am (UTC)
"News?" Draco asked, slipping out a hand and snatching the potion from Blaise, pulling it under the covers with him. He unscrewed the cork and gulped it down, immediately feeling a tingling fill his body and the headache lessen.

He tugged down the covers a tiny bit and looked up at Blaise, who was simply smirking down at him. "What are you smiling about?"
Blaise Zabini: Teasestygian_blaise on December 29th, 2006 01:13 am (UTC)
"Your sheer, S.O.L. misfortune, of course. The only thing I know about what happened last night, is that Pansy got you crunk off your tiny white arse, and now you're more hungover than I've ever seen you. Not to mention stark naked."

Blaise paused and leaned against one of the posts at the foot of Draco's bed. "One might question that your disgraceful appearance might be a little more than just alcohol enduced. Perhaps a little physical exhaustion there? Hmm?"

He had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. If Pansy had done well, which she usually did, Blaise had an idea of what might have happened to Draco. He wanted to trigger Draco's memory, make him accidently slip the happenings of last night, or, for that matter, see the sudden look of horror and realisation when he remembered the happenings of last night.
slytherin_iceslytherin_ice on December 30th, 2006 03:55 am (UTC)
Draco pulled the covers down more and sat up, giving Blaise a questioning look. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, pulling the covers tighter over his midsection.

He felt much better now that the headache was gone, but there was still a bit of nausea left in his stomach. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair.

"What the fuck happened last night," he muttered to himself, trying to ignore the evil smirk on Blaise's face that told him something was definitely up. "All I remember is alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. And then I left the dorm..." He paused, trying to piece together the night. "And I... I think I saw Potter, too."
Blaise Zabinistygian_blaise on January 7th, 2007 09:06 am (UTC)
Blaise raised interested eyebrows. Now we were starting to get somewhere.

"Potter, eh? And how much of him did you see, exactly? Hmm?"
slytherin_iceslytherin_ice on January 14th, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
Draco scowled at the expression on Blaise's face that told him quite plainly there was more to the story.

"Yes, I saw him," Draco said snidely, crossing his arms across his chest. "All I remember is being in some dark corridor and he was there. I'm sure there were insults, since it is Potter, after all. How the hell should I remember what happened?!"

He huffed childishly and decided he needed to get dressed. He slid out of bed, wrapping the sheet around his midsection as he shuffled over to his trunk, pulling out a pair of boxers and trousers. He pulled them on and turned back to Blaise, who was still standing by the door, a smug look on his face.

"What?!" Draco demanded. "What the fuck do you know that I don't?"
Blaise Zabini: Smirkingstygian_blaise on January 17th, 2007 12:23 am (UTC)
Blaise's jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw Draco's bare back as he turned around. To put it plainly, he no longer had any quesions about what had happened the night before.

"Well," he started, the smirk on his face growing to an evil expresion. "I know what's on your back."

The bewildered and slightly horrified look on Draco's face encouraged him to push a few more of his buttons.

"Do they hurt?"

"What?" his friend nearly spat in frustated confusion.

"The scratches. Hmm. You must have been pretty good to enduce that kind of clawing." Blaise stated matter of factly. "Not to mention the hickies all over your neck."

Blaise tried biting his cheeks to keep from laughing, but it wasn't working too well. Finally, he gave up.

"Merlin, Draco, this is just too good." He laughed until he thought his sides might split, and then abruptly, he stopped, as if struck with a sudden idea. "Wait a minute. Potter wasn't drunk." He eyed Draco almost suspiciously. "So he'll remember everything..."

Just as he saw Draco ready to protest, he bolted out the door. "See you later, Malfoy. I have some medling to do."
slytherin_iceslytherin_ice on January 17th, 2007 06:18 am (UTC)
Draco's mouth fell open as Blaise darted away. He was much too preoccupied with his previous statements to care.

He hurried over to the mirror and gazed in horror at the red marks on his neck. He lifted a hand to them, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Fuck," he cursed quietly to himself, tracing the mark with his finger. Then he whipped around, looking behind him in the mirror. His strangled cry was lost as he slapped a hand to his mouth.

All down his back were red marks where fingernails had dug into his skin. He stared at them in complete and utter horror. It was mostly horror at the fact that he couldn't remember how they got there.

Oh Shit! he thought as he ran a hand over some of the deeper marks. What the fuck happened last night?!

He turned around, inspecting his body both in the mirror and in person for anymore unsightly marks he might have missed. When he was satisfied that there were none, he stared into the mirror at the large bruise on his neck.

His mind drifted to Blaise's parting comment about Potter and somewhere in the back of his mind, he could have sworn he heard a little click on enlightenment.

The effect was almost instantaneous. His mouth dropped open and his knees went weak. He barely made it to the bed before collapsing onto it, his expression horrified.

He had fucked Potter the night before, while hopelessly intoxicated and with no recollection of the event. That's what Blaise had been hinting at.

Bloody hell. He couldn't even remember it, and he had a feeling it was the best fuck of his life. He had shagged Harry Potter, his long-time lust and secret love-interest without even remembering!

He put his head into his shaking hands as he tried to remember any details about the night before. He could only piece together flashes of it though, most centering around wandering hands and hot tongues. He wished there was more, but his brain wouldn't cooperate.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He knew if Potter remembered, and he was sure he would, he would have to be prepared.

He told himself to calm down and reached over for his wand, pointing it at the red marks on his neck and performing a Glamour Charm. After a second thought, he Glamoured the marks on his back as well. He pulled on a shirt and went to the bathroom to wash his face and make himself look presentable.

When he came out, he decided it was too late to go to Potions, so he would simply wait for his next class and hope Potter wasn't in it.