Amycus wasn't one to go weak at the knees, but this girl was so gorgeous, he almost felt that way. Could of been the drink as well, of course. "There's more where that came from." He whispered back.

Narcissa drew back slightly, another smile on her face. "Why don't you show me?" she asked suggestively, almost pressing her face against the side of his neck. "My, but you smell nice."

"Maybe somewhere more...private?" Amycus suggested, nodding towards the direction of the Traver's back garden. Lots of dark corners out there.

"What a splendid idea," Narcissa said agreeably, and got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. She picked up another drink and took Amycus's hand and lead him outside. "Now what?" she asked, smirking as she downed another sip.

Now that they were out of eye sight of everyone else, Amycus pushed he against the side wall of the house, wearing a smirk of his own. "Whatever you want." He said, allowing himself a sip from her glass.

What Narcissa wanted to do was snog. Now. So without hesitation, she curled a hand around Amycus's neck and brought his face down to her's, where she met his lips with a deep kiss.

Amycus' heart did a small backflip, and he leaned heavily into her, pressing his lips firmly against hers and kissing her back. What a way to start the new year!

Narcissa arched against him, letting one leg ride up to wrap around Amycus. Screw waiting around for Lucius! She was having much more fun here, with Amycus.

He wasted no time holding her leg there with his right hand, slowly sliding his hand further up her smooth upper thigh, giving her bottom a squeeze.

Narcissa moaned lightly, arching up against Amycus. Merlin, this was hot. She kissed him hard again, enjoying the close feel of him against her.

Amycus broke their kiss for a moment, only to trail a few soft kisses down her neck, his hand moving away from her bottom and to the inside of her thigh, stroking her through her panties.

Surprisingly, he had her all hot and bothered - much more than she would have expected. There must've been something in that drink. Whatever it was, it had Narcissa moaning Amycus's name and gripping his back tightly as she threw her head back, enjoying the sensations he caused her.

There was nothing sexier than hearing a girl moan his name, Amycus decided. Smirking to himself, his ran his mouth down her neck, pausing above her collarbone and catching the skin of her neck with his teeth, marking her as his with satisfaction.

Narcissa let out a gasp of pleasure. She loved it when boys nibbled on her neck, and it felt so good when Amycus was doing it. She was reaching her peak, she could feel it, and let out one final moan as she clenched at his back.

"To think what I've been missing out on all these years..." Amycus whispered into her neck, looking very smug. He'd bitten into the forbidden fruit, literally.

Narcissa smirked back. Amycus was probably patting himself on the back mentally. Well, she wasn't too disappointed herself. And to think, she thought Amycus was some unexperienced little boy. Some other boys she knew could definitely use some lessons from him, especially in the hand department.

Amycus pulled away, mostly to get some air, but also for a peak at the red mark he'd given her neck. He pulled his hand out from underneath her skirt, and gave her a knowing look.

Narcissa breathlessly ran a hand through her hair, which was probably looking very frightful, and took a step back, rearranging her clothes to look more or less put together again. "Shall we go back, or shall we have a few more moments together?" she asked, casting him a suggestive gaze.

"I think it would be best not to be away from the group for too long." Amycus said wisely, looking disappointed nonetheless. "That doesn't mean we can't come outside later." He smirked.

Narcissa laughed. She could do with a few more drinks anyway. "That sounds like a plan," she said smugly. "At least this party wasn't a total waste of my time."

"Nor of mine." Amycus agreed, walking over to open the door for them. "Ladies first." He said smoothly, stepping aside to let her through.

Regulus hadn't intended on leaving Bellatrix' house that early, but he was finished with everything he had to do that day, and ended up getting dressed sooner that he'd thought. So, naturally, he was the first one arriving to Orpheus' place, through the floo network, which was an obvious mistake because of the damage it did to his smart outfit.

He stepped out from the fireplace and brushed himself off, smoothing the creases of his elegant black robes with his hand, then flattening his jet black hair with the other. Once he was done tiding himself, he moved over to where Orpheus was sitting, as if he'd just noticed him there, and nodded his head with a polite smile.

"Greetings Orpheus. Thank you for your invite."

Orpheus looked up when Regulus came through the floo, only to find himself vastly disappointed. He sloshed the contents of his wine glass once before setting his glass down on the table near him. The young man of course looked dashing as he always did and though Orpheus felt little jealousy as he was obviously better looking, he still resented the runt of the Black clan. However, Regulus was still a young man of good blood and hadn’t deserted his clan like two of the other Blacks. It went without saying that if he was ever to have any chance of wooing Narcissa Black he first had to make nice with her relatives. Not to mention, this was a friend of Amycus’, which made him at least someone Orpheus should play nicely with.

“Regulus,” he stood once the boy had finished brushing himself off, “so nice to see you again.” He shook the boy’s hand firmly before giving him a polite but not overly friendly quick huge of camaraderie. “Happy New Year to you. I hope the floo wasn’t too crowded.” Orpheus showed him into the other room where the bar was located. “Can I interest you in a cocktail or something to drink?”

"It wasn't too bad," Regulus replied smoothly as he followed the other boy to the next room, looking like he wasn't bothered with whatever Orpheus thought of him, as he didn't seem to be making any extra effort around him. Truthfully, Regulus had never given Orpheus any thought before, despite the fact that he was from a well respectable family, and a year older.

"Yea please, something strong." Regulus nodded, drawing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, "You don't mind if I smoke here, do you?"

And without really waiting for an answer, he put a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, inhaling deeply.

Orpheus stepped behind the bar and looked thoughtfully at the assortment of liquors there. “How do you feel about a Black Russian?” he called to the other boy. Without really waiting for a response, Orpheus began to mix the drink, smirking to himself about the irony of it all. He was all out of lemon juice or he would have made it a Black Magic and then it would have been really amusing.

Once he was finished with the concoction, he returned from behind the bar and handed the drink to Regulus. “Don’t mind at all if you smoke. As a matter of fact,” he continued, “can I bum a fag?”