He turned his card over and read it.
His eyebrows hit the roof.
Uh-oh.
That didn’t bode well, Hermione thought.
Blushing, she turned her card over, too, and read the text across the cream-coloured backdrop: DEED: Your partner must give you a sensual back and neck massage.
Lips and tongue can be used.
Bloody hell!
It was one of Harry’s rewards.
Team Gryffindor shared their cards today at lunch, reading them over, so she recognized the handwriting.
“You have got to be kidding me!” Pansy shouted, getting to her feet.
“This sounds more like a Forfeit to me, not a Deeds!”
“Tough cookies, sugar,” Ron sarcastically replied.
“Whatever it is, let me tell you that we’re both screwed. My card’s equally as repulsive. As if I’d want to touch you!”
“Are either of you forfeiting the game then?” Malfoy asked.
His tone was casual, but the undercurrent accusation of ‘pussy’ was clear.
“No!” the partners-at-war simultaneously chimed, staring at each other with suspicion.
“Then, I suggest you stop bitching and get going,” Slytherin’s Captain commanded.
“The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can move on.” He nodded to Harry.
“Time?”
Harry looked at his charmed pocket watch.
“Thirty-seven past seven, exactly.”
“The rooms will chime at you to tell you to come back out at around twenty-seven past eight. Everyone finish and be in this room no later than ten minutes past the chime or you’re automatically out,” he ordered.
“Oh, and if you both agree that you’re done before then, you can come back here and just wait around. I wouldn’t touch the cards, though, as they’re charmed for some nasty consequences if you try to cheat in any fashion.” He stood and made his way towards a private room. Read the latest chapters at novelping . com.
“Good luck, people!” he waved over his shoulder.
Hermione stood on shaky legs.
“Yes, good luck everyone,” she murmured, then followed after her partner into his room of choice.
Draco left the door open behind him, knowing Granger would follow without question.
There really was no choice in the matter, unless she forfeited – which he was betting she absolutely wouldn’t do in this game.
He was hoping she wouldn’t either.
He definitely wanted to get as much as he could out of this time together, knowing it would be the only chance he’d ever get the opportunity to touch, taste, or fuck Gryffindor’s Princess.
She definitely would never let him near her again after the game concluded, loathing him as she did.
Although, she’d actually blushed with undeniable arousal when he’d answered that he’d like to eat her pussy.
He’d seen the glimmer of heat in her shocked gaze.
And her answer when asked if she’d like to blow him had been negative only in so far as her fears of him using the incident against her later, not because she’d detest the idea of touching him.
So, maybe she didn’t hate him as much as either of them believed… He caught a flash of brilliant colour from the corner of his eye as she entered and shut the door behind her.
Circe’s right tit, but that dress was fetching upon her!
He’d love to take it off with his teeth…
She didn’t move towards the bed in the centre of the room, where he was currently sprawled.
Instead, she was staring up at the too-white ceiling, clearly uneasy with coming closer.
Well, if she wasn’t going to take the initiative, he would.
“Since I drew my action card before you,” he explained, “the rules say I go first.”
“I assumed,” she replied in a haughty, defensive tone and crossed her arms, already on guard.
“Please don’t treat me like I’m an imbecile, Malfoy.” “Have I ever stated, or implied that you were, Granger?” She glared at him, but it was clear she was mulling that fact over, recognizing its truth.
He’d never once derided her for being intelligent, merely for how she’d liked to rub that fact into everyone else’s face.
“I’m merely reiterating the rules,” he continued.
She mumbled something under her breath he didn’t catch, but by the vindictive gleam in her eye, he was betting it had something to do with gagging him and lighting his hair on fire.
Before she actually decided that doing so would be a good idea, he held his Deeds card up and read it aloud:
DEED: You partner must list out loud at least 10 good things about you.
There was a moment of silence, and then a deeply expelled breath and a small laugh in relief.
“That’s it? That’sOh, thank Merlin!”
Yes, well, Draco wasn’t too pleased with his first draw.
He’d really wanted something hot right out of the gate for her, but instead was stuck with a share-care card.
Who the fuck wrote up such a wanky thing anyway?
Obviously it wasn’t a Slytherin.
“You can come into the room,” he told her, disappointment spoiling his stomach.
“I’m not going to touch you this round, it seems.”
Taking a moment to gather her courage, Granger stepped forward and leaned against one of the four large wooden posts that made up the bed frame.
Her back was still ramrod straight with engineered bravado, though, and she remained just out of reach.
Draco sighed.
He hadn’t expected this to be an easy win, but really!
“All right, let’s get started,” he said, conceding to this round being a lame duck.
“Tell me how fantastic I am, princess.”
She rolled her eyes at the nickname.
“Fantastic? Your list of drawbacks far outstrips your advantageous attributes, Malfoy. It would be far easier for me to list your negative personality quirks instead.”
He gaped at her.
Gods, she could be such a bitch sometimes!
It was one of the reasons he wanted her so badly.
“You know, you’ve got one hell of a sexy, sassy mouth on you, Granger.” He grinned, hoping to peck her off, turning the situation on its ear just to confuse her.
“I can’t wait to put it to better use later tonight.”