Hermione’s heart was thudding in her chest so hard she almost passed out.
Had Malfoy just said he’d like to eat her out?
Really?
“It’s one of me favourite things ta do,” her Irish-lilting friend admitted to his partner with a lopsided grin.
“So, of course, I’d love it!” Lavender, who sat directly next to Finnigan, gaped at him as he reached forward and grabbed for a red card.
“And that’s why? Not because it’s me, but because you like doing it?” she scathingly asked.
“No debate,” Draco reminded her.
“The card doesn’t say we discuss the answers, merely that we answer them.”
Lavender turned a cross look on him.
“How he answers will determine my answer,” she stated, quite put out.
She turned back to Sea.
“Well?”
Reaching out a hand, he gently chucked her under the jaw.
“For both reasons, sweet angel,” he explained with a foolhardy grin.
“I’ve been wantin’ ta do it ta ya fer years, but ya kept turnin’ me down.” Cutting her eyes to the floor again, Lavender’s blush returned.
“Oh, well… My turn to answer, right? Well-” She swallowed, paused, seemed to struggle with herself.
“I-I’d… bloody hell, I can’t lie! It won’t let me!”
Malfoy chuckled.
“No, you can’t lie. But again, you can choose a Forfeit card if you want in lieu of answering.”
With a resigned sigh, she reached for the card stack.
“He answered it so I will. I’d like it,” she grumbled and grabbed a Deeds card.
“Happy?”
“Very,” Seamus purred, moving closer to her.
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“That doesn’t mean you can grope me.” “Not yet, anyway,” Ron commented at her side, and shrugged those massive shoulders of his.
“Well, my answer’s obvious: like it.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, everyone froze in utter surprise – including Ron.
He looked like he was about to suffer from apoplexy right there, his face ghosting white and his mouth gaping open.
“I meant… I’d loveit.”
He blinked again, anger fast replacing his confusion, and began swearing.
Across the aisle, Pansy barked a vitriolic laugh.
“I’ll just bet you would, you pervert,” she sniffed in dry amusement, smoothing the front of her dress.
“No commentary,” Harry chastised in the manner of Malfoy, throwing the Slytherin team leader a “right back at you” look.
“FUCK!” Ron shouted, reaching for a Deeds card.
“This game so totally sucks!”
And then it was Hermione’s turn, and her heart started pounding again.
How did she feel about the idea of touching Malfoy?
Well, naturally, she loathed him, so… “Hate it, because I know he’d use it against me afterwards to hurt me in some cruel way,” she spoke before she even had time to think up a proper response, blinking in surprise that it just popped out of her mouth.
Appalled, she put a hand up over her mouth, her eyes jerking to her partner’s face.
Slytherin’s Prince stared back at her with a cool blankness that didn’t seem natural to any form of mammalian species.
He was so like a snake in that moment – so blank that she couldn’t read him – that Hermione felt very much like the mouse before a hypnotizing cobra.
Everyone in the room had stilled again, glancing between her and Draco, as if they suspected violence to erupt at any moment.
Thirty seconds ticked by, then a minute, and still no one moved.
Finally, Hermione’s hand fell to her lap and she reached for a red card, taking her eyes from her greatest rival’s with severe anxiety fluttering through her chest.
It was Ginny’s turn.
“Hate it,” she confessed, “because just like ‘Mione, I could never like touching someone who wanted to hurt me.”
Blaise’s eyebrows twitched, but aside from that, he didn’t say a word.
Ginny grabbed a Deeds card from the stack, her wary gaze never leaving her partner’s own black stare.
Hermione reached out a hand and entwined her fingers with her best friend’s in a show of supportive strength.
They finally came to Harry.
He cleared his throat and looked over at Tracey.
“Well, I don’t really know you, do I? And I’m not sure I could like doing something that intimate with you if there was no emotional connection. I wouldn’t hate the idea either, though, as you arequite attractive. I suppose, until things change – if they change – I’d have to say indifferent for now. But please understand that my answer has to do with my comfort levels, not because I don’t find you physically desirable, because I do. Quite a lot, in fact. That dress only adds to the appeal – especially the cleavage.”
“Whoa, maybe a bit too honest there,” Teddy laughed, reaching across the narrow gap between couches to slap the Gryffindor on the shoulder, all chummy.
As Harry reached for a red card, Nott stared over at his partner, Daphne.
“Oh, I’d love eating you out, baby, no question! Especially if you reached into that superior vocabulary of yours and started spouting off rare expletives every time you came for me.” He leaned in a little close, smiling like a shark.
“How many different ways can you say, ‘oh, god, yes!’ do you think?” Daphne turned her head and stared him dead on, unperturbed by his nastiness.
“You may have the opportunity to find out during this challenge, Mister Nott but only if you’re a very good boy.”
Theo’s eyes brightened, widened, and his grin leapt to match.
He grabbed a Deeds card from the pile, excited to see what he would get.
Probably hoping for an oral sex requirement now, Hermione thought.
She knew just how eager Theo was for pushing the physical with a girl.
“Everyone’s answered, so you may all turn over your cards over and read them. You’ll then be required to perform or receive a performance from your partner as the text on the card allows,” Malfoy instructed.
“If you need privacy, there are six rooms along the far wall – one for each couple,” he threw a thumb over his shoulder, where a row of half a dozen closed, identical doors lined the wall.
“They’re all exactly the same – white on white furniture, walls, and flooring. If you want to change the room’s décor in any manner, or add or remove any items from the room, simply think of the changes, and they’ll happen in seconds. This is the Room of Requirement.” He smirked and a wicked look entered his shark-skin coloured eyes.
“Or, if you’re into voyeuristic theatrics, you could also perform out here for the rest of us to watch – but you both have to agree to that plan, otherwise it’s a private room for you.”