all that i have left ., tag . ARA bitches.

My how lovely it is to plan a party six hours before it actually happens. Alessandro, who wasn’t particularly fond of his first name, loved to party. Parties were his specialty, he was incredibly skilled at planning. But he was mostly good at planning these special events for his best friends, his gay best friends. And honestly, everyone knows that none of them were just friends. Ally hated girls, so all of his friends were either gay, or didn’t have a problem with his homosexuality. And even if they were his friend, they were no match to his ARA friends. He’d never tell anyone what it meant. They could bitch and moan all they wanted, and he’d just laugh in their face and tell them to fuck off. He wasn’t sure if this was how everyone else did it, but he wasn’t about to allow someone to know the secrets of the ARA. Fuck them, they weren’t worth his time. He’d stomp them into the ground if that’s what was needed.

While Ally loved all of his friends, he was partial to one of them in particular. And that was River. Sure, Ally could tell that he didn’t care for him as much as he cared for River, but he still had feelings for him. It was inevitable. He felt like River was the other part of him, they both enjoyed the same things. He also enjoyed River’s sex better than anyone else’s, but that could be on account of the aforementioned. Oh what he’d do to get him to feel the same. But Ally understood that you couldn’t force these types of things, you just had to deal with them, no matter how much you wanted to change them. He knew he wasn’t the only one in the group that wanted more out of the kid though, he wasn’t positive whom, but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew there had to be someone other than him.

It was after dinner, so most would think people would be trotting along next to Alessandro, but it was Friday night. People were off doing other things. This left loads of time for the ARA boys to have their fun. He wasn’t sure if they were already there, behind him, in front of him, or what, but he skipped down the steps, hoping that they wouldn’t waste any time getting this party started. He was terribly impatient, and if he had to wait to dance, drink, smoke and grind all over River and Paxton, he would not be a happy camper. He would especially like showing off his skills to them. He loved to dance and he was damn good at it. He might just take up River’s offer on dancing naked. Who knows? It was only the start of the night. Ally stepped onto the stones as he made his way to the Slytherin entryway. He said the password quickly, but it let him through. He walked in, smelling the disgusting murky smell of filthy lake water with a mix of firewood. He hated their common room, but it was good for some things.

Plopping down on the floor next to his trunk, Ally opened it and rummaged for his party things. Firewhisky was definitely needed, as well as his cigarettes. He was surprised nobody had confiscated them yet. He put the bottles on the table and took his smokes with him to the nearest couch. He laid down and lit up. Ally closed his eyes as the smoke swirled around in his lungs. He was very ready for this soirée. He was extremely ready for the fun he was sure that would happen. It wouldn’t be his party if there was no fun.

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[crap fucking post. stab me with a spork]

It was only a bit after dinner ended in the Great Hall and Paxton was not one to actually eat that food. Sure, sometimes they had something delectable for the Slytherin boy to savor with his exquisite palette. Not tonight, nope, Paxton was not in the Great Hall like everyone else and their bloody mum, he was actually down in the kitchens, making his own dinner, like he did most nights. It was just something about cooking that aroused his other senses out like a wild man. He felt so much more in depth with himself when cooking. It was a love that he never was able to let go of, simple. Paxton wanted nothing more than to leave Hogwarts and make his own restaurant for wizards, like himself, to have a true taste of heaven. Yes, this meant so much to him. It was rather odd how much something could mean to someone. Obsession. The only other obsession that Paxton had was sex. Rough and intriguing sex.

Paxton wasn’t one to just screw any random slut on the corner of Hogsmeade like some pathetic fools in the school, nay, like most in the school. Paxton, the handsome little devil he is, is actually of the homosexual persuasion. No, not one of those stereotypical ones, he was far from it actually. Sure, the man had a taste for fine dining and clothes, but what well-bred person wouldn’t? Exactly. He was always one to go out and get dirty too with random games of Quidditch, flying and even just a swim right there in the lake. Not many could just assume the man was actually gay, which made things difficult to say the least. Paxton liked his group though, his homosexual or steering-homosexual friends that have been at his side since their first year, minus one Bradford Weasley. A Weasley. Bah. No one would think that Paxton would have a little interest in the boy, but Paxton wasn’t one to be predictable. A player, maybe, but he was far from being able to track down unless it was dinner.

Dinner. Paxton created a simple lightly seasoned salmon with a side of pilaf rice with some broccoli, steamed, and carrots. He wasn’t one for peas. And, of course, there was a lemon wedge on the side. Yes, that was far better than the greasy chicken or whatever was being served up there in the Great Hall. Paxton also enjoyed how the house elves would do as he mused and even moves a stove over to on part of the kitchen just for him. Lovely, simple lovely. The Slytherin just loved having things immaculate and also different, but for tonight, the dinner was rather plain because the boy was tired from dealing a boring day. He had to write several papers and a project was underway. He was in need of some fun. Fun. Hmmm…there was mention of a party from his dorm mate, Alessandro Towler. Actually, that was another Slytherin that Paxton had a soft spot for. Oh, Ally, Paxton always enjoyed his company. They had their fun nights in the dorms for a few years now. Talk about close friends. They were the best, along with River Longbottom. Yes, a Nott and Towler enjoying the company of a Longbottom, but sometimes when attraction is in the air, one forgets all these names, hence Paxton’s love for Brad as well.

Not going off an intimate level, Ally was definitely Paxton’s best friend. They had grown up together before even Hogwarts came into the picture, perhaps that’s where the prior mentioned love for Ally came from. It was hard to really tell though, because the boys had been through so much together. What were the odds of two flaming gay guys to be the best of friends, hmm? Well, before they were gay that is. Strange, but they never complained, certainly not Paxton. He loved it and so he always made passes at Ally in notes, or just when he would go onto his bed and talk. Yes, they did have those moments. Anyway, back to the party. ARA parties were not like other parties that people can just crash. No, it was far more exclusive and Paxton did wonder where it would be held, but most likely in the Slytherin common room or something. The only reason for this was because if no one ever noticed, most of the gay or bi boys of Hogwarts seemed to be in the Slytherin House. Yes, they all have that fucked up of lives. Mmmm…quiche. Yes, that was the other thing Paxton had created for himself. But, why was this boy eating alone? Ehh. He wasn’t one for talking during meals, he liked to savor the moment, like with sex. No words are needed.

After his dinner was finally finished, Paxton was filled with excitement for the party that was about to happen, well, it would near this time since Paxton was out while everyone had already finished their dinners. The rushing gluttons. Well, meandering that halls to get back to the dungeons, Paxton passed a mirror and fixed himself up a tad and finally reached the portrait. The password was said and the boy entered, going up the stairs to his dormitory to see one Alessandro Towler bent down and rummaging through his trunk. Paxton smirked. “I’d take you know in that position, Baby, but I wouldn’t want my force to make the lid of that truck decapitate you…” Paxton said, sitting down on Ally’s bed, just watching him. “Did you need help with anything? Or do you have all that is needed for tonight?”

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[[Bah...this sucks >_<]]

Bradford, though the chances of him being called that on the average day, spent the day aimlessly counting down the moments of the ARA party. After passing countless notes with his three friends, he was very very excited for the party to come so they could all reunite under their normal secrecy and have all the fun that they were known for. Sometimes, Brad did feel like he was sort of an outcast, being the youngest of all the ARA boys. And he seemed to be the more... masculine one, though that could have easily been debated by River of Ally. He knew it for a fact though, because he didn't have any problem fucking anyone up that called him a 'fag', whether with or without magic. It didn't matter to him, he loved all of them so much that he wouldn't dare start any problems. And he was the freshmeat, why would do something where they could rape him all at once (not that he was not going to enjoy it, because... all of them were good fucks, he having his share of each one).

From the moment he found out about this little get together, the adrenaline kept him going for the rest of the day, and he felt rushed almost, feeling like he wasn't going to be ready for the party, or the company that he was going to have. It had been a while since he had attended an ARA function and he'd be fucked if he missed this one, so he took his time getting through the day, trying to avoid bubbling over with excitement. To get himself from going crazy, he pinned himself in his dorm, and played his guitar, knowing that this passion of his would kill time just like the party would. His mind wondered to each member of the ARA, each one meaning something different to him. All of them, were no doubt his best friends and his confidants, but each one had something more on them that made Brad love them so much.

Like Ally, and his devil-may-care attitude. He had such a rough and tumble way about him that seriously made him weak in the knees. Not to mention that he had a glaze that seemed to be able to go through his body and to his soul. He respected him too, because he was a gay Slytherin like everyone else that happened to be, but he seemed to wear it more proudly then the other three. And then there was River, who was such a sexy badass that he could get the attention of any girl or boy. (He seemed to be more interested in the male persuasion to Brad.) He had eyes that seemed to be like an ocean, and Brad sometimes found himself staring into them with a look of just awe. But these two really had nothing on the one that he really was interested in, though they were a close second and third.

The boy that seemed to snag Brad more than the others was Paxton Nott, the boy that was so mysterious to him. He was tall, dark, and handsome, the type of guy that Brad wanted to be with more than anything. He didn't really seemed to reveal himself as much as he thought that he would, and he wished that Pax would, even if it was to just him. He knew that the boy had a passion for cooking, or it was something that he assumed, but he wanted to know everything. He wanted to know what made him tick, ever single detail even to how many hairs he had on his body. He felt like a fool caring for him so much, knowing the feelings weren't really returned, but he took pleasure in being in the dark-haired boy's spotlight every once in a while.

When the day had finally came to a slow end, he made his way down to the common room in which he knew would be deserted. There was something about a Friday night that made everyone go to elsewhere in the castle. He didn't mind because he didn't want their get together to be crashed anyway. Making his way down to the room adorn with green and silver, he looked around for the fellow ARA's. Not seeing anyone that he really wanted to see, he went to the source of the party's origination, a.k.a Ally. He walked into his room casually and found Ally and Pax. He gave a small wave, and then looked around. Seeing no one else, he got on the bed next to Pax, and draped his arm around his waist. "What are you two up to? Not having a party all by yourself are you? Leaving me out of the fun? Bastards." He said, then rolling his eyes playfully, then glancing at Pax.

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River couldn't remember the last time he had felt so anxious. He was usually known for being able to handle anything with a smooth disposition, not allowing anything to take him by surprise no matter how big the surprise was. He had spent the entire day feeling his muscles tighten in anticipation and impatience, unable to keep himself from the excitement that swam through his body. Right now was no exception as he moved down a corridor, neglecting to eat dinner, not really seeing much of a reason too actually. Besides, he had something far more important to do. Tonight was perhaps the most exciting night of the entire week, and even though he had attended Alessanrdro's parties a million times before, it was the first time that he was allowed to bring his friend and not feel that they wanted to rip his head off while raping him all at the same time.

Oh, did I forget to mention? River Longbottom wasn't quite your average seventh year Slytherin (and neither were his friends). He was born a twin to a brother who was perhaps more people and more loved than he, and he had ended up in Hufflepuff. In a family like the Longbottoms, it sounded contradicting that one member of the family would end up feeling like the outcast, but it was true in his case. Nothing about him screamed Longbottom, and while River walked around pretending that the notion didn't bother him, he couldn't be more upset that he felt he didn't have a distinct place within his family. Those were just some of the smaller things that made River a complete opposite of his twin, but perhaps the largest thing was River's taste in men. No, he wasn't exactly gay for he liked girls as well, but River had probably had more of his share of the male populace while the female race remained hardly touched. Truth be told, he had fallen in love with a girl a couple of years back, but there had been no signs that the relationship would have worked out at all. It was perhaps after that point when River realized that he also had a strong liking for men, and his escapades had only escalated after truly admitting his desire for penis. He didn't look down upon this. Because of his bi-sexuality, River had managed to snag some of the best friends he had ever had in his whole life besides his brother. Alessandro Towler, Paxton Nott, and the youngest of the group, Bradford Weasley who was so intent on not being actually called Bradford. Together the four of them along with several others had created the ARA, a group whose name was never actually spoken allowed and never explained to others who didn't have an idea what the ARA was.

River felt his body and heart give a little tug as his mind wandered to the thought of his closest friends, licking his full lips slowly as he leaned against the wall. River, perhaps, had the closest relationship with Alessandro, who he liked to call Ally. He hadn't known him the longest, but their relationship happened to bounce from friendship to relationship like a ping-pong ball. But it wasn't too hard to admit that if he had to choose anyone out of the ARA to marry, Ally was probably his first or second choice. Paxton, or Pax, was the boy that River probably desired the most. Everything about him screamed sex, and River usually tried to be the first in line when Paxton was willing to give his body away for the night. He couldn't remember having anyone so good in bed besides Alessandro, and that was probably an understatement. However, River couldn't see the relationship he had with Pax stretching beyond that of a sexual one and a strong friendship. Paxton didn't seem to have a distinct love, and that was just alright with River. That was the one thing they shared in common; they had no strong urge to be in committed relationships. River had probably known Brad the longest out of the ARA besides one other person. The boy being one year younger than he always gave River the urge to call him "kid" and to somehow treat him like one even though they weren't that far apart in age. The relationship he had with Brad was perhaps more of a platonic one while sexual at the same time. His feelings for him never reached the level he had nearly shared with Ally, and River found himself looking out for Brad more than getting him in bed. Those three made up the bulk of the ARA along with him, but there was one last person that River felt the strongest for.

Biting into his lip, River pushed himself off the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets as he moved down one more level and waited in the nearly deserted corridor. His heart couldn't have been moving any faster, and River wanted so desperately to kill his conflicting thoughts for making him feel so damn,idiotic. The excitement and apprehension of having Ridley Potter attend an ARA party in the Slytherin common room played at his nerves, but he kept his cool demeanor so as not to give the boy a reason to tease him later on. Ridley was the only boy River had ever felt so strongly for, and it was safe to say that if Ridley had never existed, his number one would have been Ally. But, he had known Ridley since they were both in diapers, and he had grown up with him as close friends until they had gotten into Hogwarts. Their houses not only seperated them physically, but emotionally as well. Their friendship couldn't be more unstable, bordering between love and hate like an egg balancing on a needle. But River couldn't deny that he loved Ridley the most and only wished that fate hadn't been such bitch. However, River wanted so much for Ridley to attend the ARA party, that he he told his friends he was bringing an extra "special" person without actually giving a name.

River waited silently in the corridor, his eyes piercing into the darkness, listening for the sound of footsteps that would signal him that Ridley had arrived. It wasn't that much farther before reaching the Slytherin common-room, but instead of just having Ridley meet him outside the portal, he wanted to walk him there. River's mouth felt unreasonably dry, but he ignored his nervousness, finally hearing the fate sound of footsteps and a voice. He didn't have to wonder who it was. His heart had already skipped a beat and forced him off the wall. "Rids?" he called out into the darkened corridor, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

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ooc: gosh this is utter crap, but I tried =/

Time. It was such a funny thing. When all you want is for something to happen, it always appeared to slow down… or if you really don’t want something to happen, it somehow found a way to speed up. So far, Ridley’s day had seemed to pass with unnatural slowness -- something he only ever experienced when he was doing something he really didn’t enjoy doing, or he was somewhere he really didn’t want to be. Like a great aunts house for afternoon tea. But why his day had seemed to pass slowly today was anyone’s guess. The young Gryffindor hadn’t necessarily been waiting for something to happen, or anticipating anything. He was curious about the night that lay ahead, considering the invitation he had received from a rather stunning Slytherin boy, but that was about it.

The invitation in question had come from a one, River Longbottom. The relationship shared between the pair was not one that was easy to describe or explain. They had grown up together… forbidden friends/lovers that shouldn’t exist. They both knew this -- house divides making things a whole hell of a lot more difficult than they should have been for the two of them. Ridley was just a confused teenager, but the rivalry and hatred between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor only made things harder for him to understand or work out. Saying that their friendship was unstable would have been an understatement. On the one hand, the feelings that Ridley had for the Slytherin boy was hatred, so strong that it consumed him from the inside, and whenever he saw the gorgeous blue eyes of River, he had to fight to control his urges… urges to do something that he knew he would regret doing later on. And on the other hand, Ridley felt nothing but love for the Slytherin. But it was forbidden. Frowned upon… and as some might say, it was plain wrong. None of this mattered to the Gryffindor boy though. It was all crap, created by the socialites of the school, and all because they simply didn’t understand how hard and confusing it was to be bi-sexual. Whoever said life was fair had to have been delusional.

It was at a quarter to ten in the evening that Ridley pushed open the portrait that concealed the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and he began his descent to the depths of the dungeons. Many thoughts were buzzing through the young boy’s mind, all to do with what lay ahead of him that evening. He had no idea what he was walking in to, and River’s owl prior had given nothing away about what was in store. For a fleeting second, he considered not going… but he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see his favourite Slytherin. That, and he was curious as to what he had been invited to, down in the Slytherin common room. Naturally, rumours as to the happenings within that room had spread a couple of times through the school… the letters A R A popping up now and then. If truth be told, if there was any kind of truth in said rumours, Ridley was in for an interesting evening… and one that could turn out to be highly enjoyable.

Tousled dark hair, standing out at all angles and his green, green eyes on the lookout, some would say he was the spitting image of his father. But tall and lanky, he had definitely inherited the Weasley gene, courtesy of his mother. Thank god the ginger locks didn’t win out on this occasion. His current appearance made him look like he had just woken up, but he always found the tastefully messy look attractive on people, be them male or female… so that was the appearance he had chosen to take. He wasn’t bad looking, as he had been told many times before. “A looker” he had been referred to as, but he always took it as the compliment it was intended as.

His footsteps echoed dimly off of the damn stone walls that surrounded him on either side. He had no idea that the Slytherin common room was this low down under the school. And he wasn’t even anywhere near it. He had arranged to meet River before hand, save the Gryffindor looking for a concealed entrance that he would probably never find, no matter how much he wanted to. Drawing nearer to the place the meeting had been arranged for, Ridley could feel a mixture of anticipation and excitement with a dash of fear all churn in the pit of his stomach. He was on the lookout for River, but before he could spot him, he heard his name called. "Rids?". Fighting an internal battle with himself to keep his cool, Ridley drew closer to the Slytherin, but he couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath he automatically took when the dark outline of River came into focus. Unable to maintain any real train of thought now, Ridley forced what he hoped was a sly grin onto his face, and he continued forward down the darkened corridor. “River.” Keep calm. Say something cool. Don’t make yourself look like an idiot! Ridley’s mind was screaming at him to not show how nervous he had suddenly become. Today was definitely a day that the Gryffindor loved the rather fine specimen that was stood before him. “I have to say, I was somewhat surprised to receive this invitation of yours… but the I’d be lying if I said the surprise wasn’t a much welcomed one…” The Gryffindor stood for a second, quiet and thoughtful, praying to god that his exterior wasn’t visibly going haywire like his interior was. “What’s the invitation for, anyway? There wasn’t much information held within its confines.” Time now seemed to be moving unnaturally fast and all Ridley wanted was for time to slow down, or maybe even come to a total stop, letting the current moment spin out for a lot longer than it looked set to. Funny thing was time.

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you all suck! god damn the standard that you set! talk about raising the bar high. your posts are all awesome.

If it weren’t for his entire top half rummaging through a trunk, Ally might have noticed Paxton’s entry. While he wasn’t surprised by his comment, he was most definitely surprised to hear his voice. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Rushing out of his trunk he bumped his head lightly on the top. At attempt to make it go unnoticed, Ally stood up straight and held onto the bottle he had held while he was bending over the trunk. “Oh, hey Pax…” he grinned subtly. “I probably would have enjoyed that though…it’s almost like you came in at the right time, with my ass in the air and everything…” Alessandro’s face reddened a bit. But his skin turned back to the creamy shade it always was very quickly.

Setting the bottle on top of the trunk once it was shut; Ally smoothed the front of his shirt and smirked up at Paxton. He was so damn cute and he couldn’t help but notice how his black hair barely touched his brow. Sure, he was no River, but he had his traits. Ally swallowed, wondering what was going to come of the night, even though he knew very well what him and his buddies would be doing. He sauntered over, his smirk fading and a blank look replaced it. “I should have known you’d be the first to arrive,” his voice was quiet. Alessandro was not at all aware how any of his friends truly felt about him. They could hate him and he wouldn’t even know it. There were some people he used, for what he couldn’t say (though it was rather obvious), but he, himself, wasn’t so sure people were positive how he felt about them. He wasn’t a cold bastard like some may assume, nor was he particularly kind. Alessandro was very much his own person. He could be naïve, and stubborn and not even give two shits. He was not afraid of death, and because of this, did whatever it took to have fun. But Ally was still a human being, therefore he thought he should be treated like one. For this, he was a hypocrite. But he didn’t care, to be honest, he probably doesn’t even think he is a hypocrite.

Sliding an arm around Paxton’s waist, Ally greeted him with a slight embrace and a less slight kiss on the mouth. His fingers dropped lower and he pulled his lips away. “But hell, I’m glad you did,” he whispered. Not noticing the new arrival, he pulled Paxton over to the bed with him. And not to do naughty things mind you, that wasn’t until later. He finally looked towards the doorway, and jumped at the sight. “Fuck Brad, give someone a heart attack will ya?” his eyebrows scrunched up in a pissed-off manner. Ally grinned. “I’ve got a party in my pants…want to see?” he wiggled his eyebrows and reached for his buttons teasingly. He was sure they both did, but River wasn’t here yet. And what would the point of stripping be if River was the one that had originally asked?

Sneaking a glance at Brad, Ally noticed his gaze was pointed otherwise. He pretended not to notice. Instead, he got up and went back over to his trunk, grabbing the bottle off of the top. He took the top off and placed his lips to the bottle. He tipped it, letting the fiery liquid burn down his esophagus in such a way it was almost arousing. Clearing his throat, he topped it and set it back on the lid. Sighing, he tried to remember what he needed. Firewhisky was obviously accounted for, they weren’t having a bloody teaparty, so streamers were not needed, he was stocked on much needed protection, just in case was not the keyword, on top of all of that, he couldn’t think of anything else that might be needed.

He sniffed and raised his stare to his friends. He wanted to be wasted tonight; he wanted to be wasted and fucked. He wanted to trade places with the devil. Tonight, Alessandro wanted to be a very dangerous person.

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why must i suck so fucking hardcore?

“Oh, hey Pax…” he grinned subtly. “I probably would have enjoyed that though…it’s almost like you came in at the right time, with my ass in the air and everything…”

Paxton shone an amused smirk as Alessandro stood up and moved closer to him, speaking in a whisper and Pax could barely hear. Damn, Ally was hot, sexy, and a damn good fuck and Pax wanted to take him right now, but the rest of the party had yet to make their arrival and the more the merrier in Pax’s view, since he was the one for games and a little fun. Licking his lips, Pax felt Ally’s arms wrap around his middle and the Slytherin boy looked down to his friend to wind up with this lips connected and Paxton’s arms instinctively wrapped around Ally’s frame. The kiss was short lived, ending as the light embrace broke and Ally whispered to Pax once more.

“But hell, I’m glad you did.”

Pax’s cheeks blossom a red shade slightly to Ally’s words as they both ventured onto Ally’s bed. “Well, I am a man that loves to please…you should know this Ally,” Pax responded, lightly gracing his fingertips onto Ally’s smooth ivory skin as they both placed themselves onto the bed. This was a familiar spot of Paxton’s, but they weren’t going to do anything, this was obvious as Pax heard someone stepping up the stairs near the hall. That was the perk of having the dorm next to the stairs, one always knew when someone was coming; it was a nice warning system when one looked like utter hell and needed the change to spruce up a bit. Not that Pax every really needed the time or anything, he always looked good. Tonight was really no exception to this given fact. Cocking his head toward the door, the Slytherin saw another boy that he was quite familiar with. “Isn’t this a party. Hey Brad, come join us, will you? Paxton voiced, patting the vacant space next to him on Ally’s bed as Ally stood to go back to his trunk.

Paxton was curious as to what was actually in the container, but Ally showed it for all to see as the boy tipped it to his lips and drank the liquid that Pax noted to be firewhiskey. “Hey! Ally, what happened to sharing?” he said, pouting slightly at his stingy room mate. Ally wasn’t the only one that wanted to get drunk. After hearing word of this little cock fest, Paxton was looking quite forward to it, even if it was quite a festive room that the boys all shared. Funny thing was that their other room mate, his name escaped Pax’s memory, but the boy left after catching Pax and River having a little fun together on River’s bed. Not a huge loss, but the guy didn’t have to make such a big deal over it. It was just a game of sticks is all. Nothing too gamey.

As Pax wondered whether Ally would share, he felt the bed move as Brad more tha willingly joined him and wrapped his arm around his waist. Pax’s head immediately when to his shoulder as Brad questioned their musings. Poking Bradford Weasley on the nose, Paxton snickered, “Oh, why would we do such a thing without you? You know I enjoy your company, Brad. Really, you swear like we hate you or something,” He patted Brad on the head, allowing his fingers to run through the locks and just smirked from the corner of his mouth. Pax always had a soft spot for Brad, this was obvious, but he wasn’t sure if it was merely because the boy was younger than he was and he wanted to have the young one to himself, or that he just enjoyed having someone that was like younger brother. It was a controversial subject to Paxton and he tended to steer away from it just to keep from problems.

I wonder where River is tonight? He’s usually good with timing. I swear, I’m usually the late one with the way I carry on with my wanderings… Quirking a brow and moving his mouth to the side, giving off a lopsided kind of face, Paxton was starting to wonder what was keeping River. Perhaps he was getting more alcohol for the whole lot. Not that it was needed for River to get more. Paxton always had a stash within the confines of his closet trunk. Debating on whether or not he grab them right now, Pax thought that perhaps waiting for River would be better since there was already three of them here. Why not wait for the fourth? Seemed like the polite thing to do and Pax was fine with a little waiting; it never killed anyone. Well, unless they were killed while waiting...by like a bus or a random shooting...maybe assassination, but that is completely beside the point since Paxton didn't think anyone would be doing a drive by shooting within the dorms and no bus would be coming through the window.

Shrugging at his own thoughts, Pax’s dark hues went back to Ally as he was still drinking the whiskey. “You’re such a stingy bastard…” Paxton said, in somewhat of a joking matter as he flashed a small grin and then stuck his tongue out at Ally. Paxton was dead set on getting fucked up tonight and just getting fucked in general. He’d be damned if someone was going to keep him from his weekend plans. Who wouldn’t want to sleep with three hot guys that were wild in the sack? Exactly. Pax wasn’t going to pass anything up and alcohol was a must since it had been nearly a week since the poor lad had a lick of liquor.

Brad looked between Paxton and Ally, wondering what it was that was going on before he managed to show up to the little gathering. He knew that they obviously had been talking, but as for more than that, he really couldn't tell. Brad often found himself wondering if there was like, dating between the ARA, or were they just best friends who fuck all the time. If that wasn't the case, he wondered which of the ARA boys had managed to date. He instantly thought of River and Ally, the two of them seeming to be a lot more closer than anyone else in the ground. The two seemed to prefer the company of the other, and were almost always together. He wondered if there had been something between them, and it just didn't work out. Maybe you aren't supposed to date in the ARA? Well, he wanted to Paxton, meaning more than just a little fuck here and there. He found himself thinking about him at random moments in the day and he hated the feeling of not knowing how Paxton felt for him. He pretty much figured that they all thought of him as the baby of the group, being that he was a whole year younger than all of them. It pissed him off slightly, but he wouldn't voice his option for fear of being kicked out of the only group that he had friends in. He even was rejected by his family, so having friends reject him was the last thing he wanted.

His arm around the waist of the boy that he liked, Brad seemed to be a bit at home. He really didn't pay much mind to Ally, because the person that he was interested in at the moment, was right beneath his arm and next to his body. “Oh, why would we do such a thing without you? You know I enjoy your company, Brad. Really, you swear like we hate you or something,” This little comment made him smile, more than it should because even though he really didn't think they hated him, it made him happy to know that they didn't think of him as the vermin scurrying by their feet. "I don't know, because like you just said, you're both stingy bastards," he addressed to Paxton simply, feeling the bed move a bit since Paxton moved as well. He looked at Ally, who had the fire whiskey in his hand, his lips curved a little to take a sip from the bottle. His eyes remained on him for a while, a small thought coming to his head. "We're going to be so fucked tonight," he said with an excited sigh (if that's even possible) and then looked around Ally's room, trying to remember what it looked like when he had first be in the room. "OH, and yes, I mean that literally and figuratively," he added, his eyes still scanning the room that they happened to be in.

After his survey of Ally's room, he realized that Ally's trunk had been moved since the first time he had been in there. He had a good bond with Ally, being that he was one of the first boys that he had a good lay with while at Hogwarts. It was no secret that Brad had slept with Ally or River, or even Paxton, it was like daily news in the school newspaper or something. As for his feelings for the other men in the ARA, they were just best friends with powerful sex that could blow his mind. "Hey, where in the hell is River," he asked finally, wishing that they could get the party started so he could fuck the shit out of one of them. He looked to Ally, then to Paxton to see if either of them knew where the boy had been. "You don't think he's out messing with that nasty ass vagina do you," he said, a shudder coming over his body, like he was disgusted. He was disgusted. He wanted nothing to do with girls and sex (together), he was just good to be there friends and such. The thought of sex with a girl was just... repulsive.

Brad gave a sigh, wondering what was holding River, he was slowing the damn party down, and if he didn't make his fence riding ass into the Slytherin Common Room soon, they were going to have to start the damn party without him, and if he did show up while the party was in session, Brad personally voted that they fuck him all night long for keeping them waiting.

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damn panduh. you didn't have to write a novel. my post is total shit. i know it is.

“River.”

He wasn't quite sure what made him feel more relieved: the fact that Ridley had actually shown up at the designated spot, or that there was no hatred in the boy's tone. River could feel his heart racing against his ribcage, threatening to burst from its prison like an animal that had been caged for far too long. He shared a few classes with the Gryffindor, but it was still amazing just to lay his cool, blue eyes upon him. For once, he felt his nerve faltering, and River had to lean against the wall to retain his composure. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, examining Ridley closely as the sly grin slid onto his face. If he hadn't been so taken aback by the boy's cool demeanor and incredibly good looks, River might have been able to spot the hint of uncertainty in his form. They were both feeling uncomfortable, but for a million different reasons besides the party that they should have arrived at ages ago. River didn't bother to check his watch. Time suddenly felt less important as did the party. He had forgotten his excitement and craving for the boys that waited upon him and Ridley. Right now, all he truly wanted was the boy standing before him.

"It's about time you showed up, Rids," he began, amazed at the smoothness of his voice despite the slight quiver in his legs. "I was beginning to think you bailed on me, or even worse, that you had suddenly lost your balls and decided this party would be too much for you." River's voice dropped to a malicious whisper, but there was nothing but mischief and lust dancing around in his eyes. He took a step forward, aware that each step felt heavier as he found himself drawing closer to Ridley. “I have to say, I was somewhat surprised to receive this invitation of yours… but the I’d be lying if I said the surprise wasn’t a much welcomed one…” The very statement managed to stop River in his steps, and he could only blink in mild surprise until his voice finally returned to his throat. "Well, you're in for a wild night, Potter." Keeping his voice low and mysterious, he placed his hand firmly upon his back, moving him forward so that they could begin the short trek to the Slytherin common room.

“What’s the invitation for, anyway? There wasn’t much information held within its confines.” River kept his mouth shut, the silence growing rather thick after having avoided the question. He truly wanted the party to be more of a surprise for Ridley, and that required that he relay as little information as possible. "Just wait and see, Rids. I'm pretty sure you'll have the time of your life..." He couldn't promise that the very thing would happen. To be honest, River wanted Ridley all to himself tonight. It was perhaps the perfect time for them to makeup due to a previous argument that they had earlier in the week. It had caused them to not speak to each other for days, and while River was aching within to just be closer to his baby, his stubbornness kept him sour and rooted firmly at his spot. The relationship River had with Ridley wasn't exactly a very stereotypical and cliched fairytale. He couldn't count the many times that he and the boy had argued, and these fights usually left them both hurt and unwilling to address the other. River couldn't even deny the times where all he wanted was to gouge Ridley's eyes out with a very sharp fork, but his love for the boy was perhaps the one thing that kept River from hurting him altogether. He had known him for far too long, perhaps longer than Brad, whose family had also been rather close to his just like the Potters. He and Ridley had grown up together (along with his twin and Ridley's siblings), but River had always maintained a much deeper friendship with Ridley than any other. They were unstable, but he couldn't imagine another person he would rather fight, makeup, and have sex with. His sexual orientation truly never made the relationship any easier, but River knew he was rather clear on his feelings for the Gryffindor.

"Just around this corner," he instructed, his hand giving a small twitch as he longed to hold Ridley's hand. River could easily play it off, explaining that he didn't want to Ridley to become lost for he was sure he had never been down this way before. The thing was, River always wanted to be reminded of the smoothness of Ridley's palm, and how it fit so perfectly within his. His pace suddenly quickened as his member gave a slight jerk, the thought of getting Ridley in bed only serving to increase the flow of blood to the midsection of his legs. River quickly thought of Ally and how far he had gotten into preparing the party, but he figured that everything had been set up by now. River usually was the most cordial out of the group, and arrived far earlier than Pax or Brad. He was sure they were all rather confused by his lateness, but right now, River didn't care. Fuck them all. He had Ridley at his side, and until he walked into that room with his boys, he was all that mattered. Drowned into his thoughts and fantasies, River nearly passed the portal entrance to the Slytherin common room, the luck of having taken a quick glance to the side drawing him to the entrance. Slowly, River glanced over his shoulder, his lips pursed into a pout as he beckoned Ridley to stand behind him. "You better be ready, Rids..." River snickered at his demanding tone, knowing that Ridley liked it when he appeared dominant. He muttered the password under his breath, quickly gripping Ridley's hand as the portal opened to them.

River could already smell the alcohol and the smoke, and he tugged on Ridley's hand, pulling them both inside.