A Party of One... Maybe Two?

"'Don't be such a keener Van,'" Van replied mockingly. "I am not a keener! I'm just thinking about what I have to do tomorrow. Fine, fine, you win. But if you or I get in trouble tomorrow I'm blaming you." It was a good thing he had coffee this morning.

Otherwise he'd be dead or would kill someone.

"You're the one who started it!" he accused. Demetria just laughed. "Yeah, I know it is. You only started dyeing it in third year." Looked like he paid a little more attention to her than he really wanted to over the course of seven years.

He straightened his robes and his Head Boy badge, just in case a teacher was also patrolling the halls. He could just say that he was escorting Demetria to the Slytherin common room. It would be a plausible excuse, seeing how they were in the same House.

She led him to the kitchens and tickled the pear on the portrait of a bowl of fruit.

Van nodded at her and took the bottle as she said she never kissed a girl. He took a gulp of the Firewhiskey. He didn't care for Firewhiskey exactly; it just really burned his throat, but he would get used to it.

"I've never kissed a boy." He expected Demetria to also grab the bottle and drink some, soon after.

Demi laughed, "At the rate we're going, we're going to be extremely drunk by the time the night is over." Grabbing the bottle, Demi took a gulp, knowing that she could hold her alcohol well. Being a Slytherin meant having a high tolerance to alcohol. Their parties were legendary, after all.

"I've never been naturally redheaded." Demetria said with a grin, knowing how lame that one was.

"That would also not be my fault. Drunkenness and staying out late. What am I going to do with you? Detention won't be enough," Van said with a wink.

He glared at Demetria as he grabbed the bottle and drank. "I've never spent more than 10 Galleons in one shopping trip." He was sure that she had.

He hated shopping anyway.

Demetria raised her eyebrows. "Due to the wink I received when you finished the comment, I am convinced that there was a sexual meaning behind that statement." Demi said in a formal voice.

Sighing, Demetria took the bottle from his hand and took a swig. God, this would be a fun night. Saying her next I Never Have, she watched with hazy eyes and the two of them became drunker and drunker as the night wore on.

Probably an hour or so later, both of them were sloshed, but still able to continue the game. Demi, who was getting more confident with the more alcohol that was going into her system, leaned forward. "Never have I kissed a Slytherin with the last name Rose." Demetria murmured, almost as if she were daring him.

"Maybe. You never know, do you?" Van said with a simple shrug.

He took off his outer robe and threw it to the side, not wanting to get it wrinkled or dirty or something.

Their game went on and on until Demetria finally said something about never kissing a Slytherin with the last name Rose.

She was fucking daring him.

He reached out and pulled her closer to him, placing his lips on hers. He held the back of her neck and kissed her soundly for nearly half a minute. He pulled away and said, "Looks like I get to drink."

Van then took a swig of Firewhiskey. "I've never kissed a natural redhead."

Demetria smiled when Van kissed her. Yes, she was drunk, but that didn't mean she had no control of herself. And, yes, it did process through her mind that the kiss was the best kiss she's ever had. Ever. But, she would never tell him that, of course. No, that would be her little secret.

When he pulled away, Demi's head was spinning in the good way. And, she could barely breathe. Yeah, kissing him was amazing.

Upon hearing his next I Never Have, Demetria smirked. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Demi pressed her lips to his. And yeah, the kiss was amazing, if you were wondering.

Van nearly asked Demetria if something was wrong when they pulled away. All that came out was a slurred "Wasgoinon." He hiccuped slightly and fell back, breath gone, hair mussed. Ugh. What they were doing was crazy, wrong.

Yet it felt so right.

They only had four months left together anyway. Why not make the best of it?

Or was that the drunk part of his brain talking?

He got up only to be knocked back down. Demetria had wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. The momentum she brought was enough to send them both to the ground, Van on his back. He ran his hands up and down her torso and stopped at her waist, holding her. He was actually sort of having a bit of trouble breathing. He pulled away and just lay on the ground.

What the hell were they doing anyway? He'd forgotten.

Demetria hiccuped a laugh, "Iasnooosideasss." Demetria replied, running a hand through her tangled hair. Yeah, she probably looked like she just had sex. Fun, no? But, it wasn't like she was a slut or anything. Well, maybe for-- No, she wasn't a slut. She was a proper young lady.

Right.

Suddenly, Demi and Van fell to the ground with their lips still pressed to each others. She shivered slightly when she felt his hands on her waist holding her. This was more than just physical attraction she was feeling- much more. It was something deeper than that.

And it scared the shit out of her.

Van laughed and hiccuped once more. "Igonoidasever," he said with a drunken cackle. He looked Demetria and laughed at her. "Youloofunn." Absolutely everything about her was in disarray: clothes, hair, make up (God knows why she was wearing it then), everything.

She looked so cute right then.

It wasn't even funny.

His insides fluttered and shifted. What was he doing kissing her anyway? Didn't she have a boyfriend? Yeah, but she was going to humiliate him in front of everyone by breaking up with him anyway.

And so he just lay there, his breathing shallow, heartbeat erratic, until he fell asleep.

Suddenly, Demetria felt her eyes get heavy. It was late and the alcohol in her system wasn't helping her stay awake. So much for pulling an all-nighter. Feeling her eyes drooping, Demi laid her head on the chest of an already sleeping Van. And, within seconds, Demetria was asleep too.

***

To say Demetria was shocked to find herself in the kitchen was an understatement. She wasn't expecting to wake up next to Van either. But, she supposed that when you spend the whole night drinking, you are incline to wake up in odd places.

Shaking Van slightly, Demi sat up. "It's morning."

Van could feel a pressure on his chest and subconsciously wrapped an arm around Demetria's shoulders. He smiled slightly and mumbled something about Firewhiskey or alcohol or something.

...

He was shaken awake by Demetria, who somehow woke up before he did. "Really? I thought it was still midnight," he replied sarcastically. His head was pounding, he was on the hard, cold floor, and frankly, all he wanted was to sleep and get rid of this damn hangover.

Realization hit him.

He sat up quickly. "Shit it's morning!"