WICKED GAME (7/?)
TITLE: Wicked Game
AUTHOR: dracos_damsel
CHAPTER TITLE: Let's Get this Party Started or Life's Full of Surprises (3/4)
CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 7.254
RATING: NC17 for later chapters
PAIRING: erm...Draco/Hermione
ERA: Hogwarts
SUMMARY: 1998: After Voldemort's defeat, Hogwarts is rebuilt and students return to finish their education. When a bet amongst the Slytherins backfires, Malfoy seeks revenge - by getting under Granger's skin. Or into her pants.
But isn't it common knowledge that things never go according to plan?
BETA: jenl3227 , before her musthaveseenher - thank you both so much!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Regardless of what this chapter may or may not imply this is a Dramione fic through and through. This is also not the same chapter that I posted over at Granger Enchanted, it's a revised version.
“Merlin and Morgana - you’ve finally made it!” Chase whipped around to look straight into a pair of unmistakable dark marble eyes. The young man’s surprised expression at being addressed so unexpectedly from behind gave away to a grin.
“Sure, Drake, wouldn’t miss Pansy’s party for too much patrolling, would I?”
Draco chuckled and patted his friend’s back. “That’s my boy! Unfortunately you’ve missed the cake fight. And it lasted about twenty minutes tonight!”
Chase pouted. “Damn, and I was so looking forward to that!”
“May I remind you that it was you who unconditionally wanted to go on patrol with Patil?” Draco smirked. “So, is the reason for your late arrival here that you got what you wanted from her and perhaps got a bit carried away?”
“Yes to the second, nope to the first,” Chase smirked. “She didn’t even show up.”
The Head Boy’s expression was a mixture of amusement and incredulity. “Then why are you grinning like that? I seriously hope there was somebody else to take her place, other than that I’d be having some serious problems should anybody find out that you did rounds on your own.” He turned all business in a split second. “And I’d really hate for that to happen since I do have a right to enjoy myself on a Friday night without doing any Head business.”
Chase chuckled. “Hey, it’s alright, calm down, man. Somebody stepped in all right, so don’t worry about anything, okay?”
“Good,” Draco growled, but calmed down. All of a sudden he was grinning again. “And who exactly stepped in for Patil? I hope you still got what you were looking for.”
The other young man grinned broadly and looked around the room searchingly before letting his azure gaze rest on his friend’s silvery grey eyes. “Hell yeah! She’s a blast, man. Curved just right and the legs . . . she could definitely be a model with those legs!” He shook his head. “And she’s really sweet and canny, too.”
“Merlin,” now it was Draco’s turn to chuckle low in his throat. “Sounds like the perfect appetizer for a wonderful night, huh?”
“You bet-”
“Hey guys,” Pansy sing-songed as she came up from behind into their midst, throwing an arm around each of the handsome blonds. She grinned wickedly at her boyfriend, then addressed Chase, “Took you long enough, Mister Thurless! I should punish you for keeping me waiting like that, but since it’s my birthday and I feel generous tonight, I won’t do anything the like. Instead, I’ve decided to kiss all my boys,” she announced merrily. “You know what they say: the last will be the first. So you have the privilege to be just that, American Boy.”
She winked at Chase and he grinned, watching carefully from the corner of his eye as Draco’s grey orbs sparkled with surprise and excitement. He took that as a nonverbal permission to sin and didn’t object when the girl bent up to softly press her lips to his.
Teasingly, she let her hand travel from around Draco’s shoulders and let it slide down his chest while she kissed one of his best friends. Pansy felt the smooth surface of his belt under her fingertips and grabbed a hold of it, pulling him forward slightly so he had full frontal view of the action when they started French kissing.
Did the boys like it? Well, yes, one could say so. Chase had always wondered what it would feel like to kiss the Slytherin Princess since the day he’d first met her - she was rather pretty after all - and now he finally knew: it felt really nice, not as fantastic as it had been to kiss Kea, but breathtaking enough.
And Draco? He had seen Pansy kissing Blaise over and over again, the result of playing spin-the-wand or doing some equally idiotic bets and dares. He was quite used to the picture by now, knowing that even though he loved her, Blaise had nothing but friendship on his mind.
Watching Pansy lip-lock with Chase Thurless was an entirely different matter, though. The American had become a close friend to him and his best mates over the last two years, having fit into the gang seamlessly. Yet the dirty-blond had never kissed Pansy before and it bothered Draco as much as it excited him to see how good they looked doing this.
The girl had both arms around Chase’s neck now, pressing herself closer to the boy’s lean body. Her boyfriend stared; fascinated. When he noticed Chase getting into it more obviously though, holding Pansy more firmly around her waist, he had the urge to interfere.
He grabbed his girl’s hand and spun her around to face him, forcing her to part from the other young man. “I think that’s quite enough now, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question.
Pansy licked her lips and winked at a sheepishly looking Chase, saying, “Thank you for fulfilling my little birthday wish, I’ve never kissed an American before. Your dept for being late is settled.”
Chase nodded at her, bowed slightly and took her hand to breathe a kiss on the back of her slender fingers while he looked up at her with those magnificent eyes. “The pleasure was all mine . . . babe.”
Draco couldn’t fight the desire to roll his eyes in slight irritation; not only that, Chase looked like a fucking Muggle rock star with his tight-fitting jeans, his numerous skull-rings, his leather bracelets and the blue cloth around his forehead, but he was also flirting with Draco’s freaking girlfriend, damn it! Of course he knew Pansy was playing, but still!
“Didn’t you want to go take a closer look at the pole dancers?” He cocked an eyebrow at the other boy, pulling Pansy into his arms in a possessive manner. The kitten on her necklace rubbed its tiny head against its wearer’s skin - Pansy had to be pretty pleased.
Grinning, Chase bowed again mockingly “Of course, your highness, great Prince of Slytherin. Princess.” He winked and sauntered off into the bustling on the dance floor.
The black-haired girl buried her face in the crook of Draco’s bare neck and he could feel her smile against his skin as she whispered, “I love it when you get all possessive and commanding. Empathizes just how much of your girl I have become.”
Draco scowled. “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Oh, I’m all yours.” She kissed her way up his neck and flicked her tongue across his ear. He shivered ever so slightly.
“You better be,” Draco said in a voice that let Pansy know that he already wasn’t angry or mad anymore. “And you’re drunk.”
He felt her grin again, this time against his cheek. “One flick of your wand and I’ll be sober as ever. . . .” The empathizing grind of her hips at the word ‘wand’ in addition to her suggestive tone let no doubt about which wand in her boyfriend’s jeans she was really talking about.
He briefly closed his eyes, smirking. “Best we get you up into the suite, then, so you can sober up, right?” he murmured into her ear.
“Yes,” Pansy hissed and with that, Draco pulled her to the exit before she could find Blaise or Aaron somewhere in the crowd, and follow through with her plan of kissing all her closer male friends.
**°°°**
Ron felt miserable sitting on the wide window sill in his dormitory. Friday night and he was out in the chilly November air, alone. He shivered and pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders.
Alright, maybe he wasn’t innocent in that matter. It was his fault that Her-he couldn’t even think her name without flinching, so he settled for leaving her name out.
So it was his fault that she had broken up with him - of course she wouldn’t be here with him -- and after all it had been his own decision to send all the others away when they had come up to keep him company or when they had tried to make him come downstairs for a game of chess or the like. The only ones he’d wanted to see were his roommates, and he couldn’t very well send Seamus, Neville or Harry away when it was their room as well as his, could he?
So, technically, he had chosen to spend the night on his own like he now did. And really, he didn’t want to see too many people, but on the other hand, the loneliness didn’t help to make him feel less rotten. Suddenly company didn’t seem so bad - quiet company of course. He still didn’t feel much like talking.
He exhaled heavily, watching his warm breath turn into white puffs of smoke against the black silhouettes of the night as it hit the cool air. Superb, wasn’t it? His final year at Hogwarts before he’d go - before he’d go, well, somewhere and make some money to pay the bills. It was November and already his girlfriend, the witch he’d been in love with since the day he met her, had dumped him after five months of relationship. And as if that wasn’t enough already, it was Friday night and he was an eighteen year old, freezing alone in the dark. Pathetic, that’s what it was. Really, really pathetic. A classic fuck-up. Yup.
And still, sulking and wallowing in self-pity wouldn’t get him anywhere. If only he had some firewhisky . . . then again, drowning heart-ache in alcohol seemed even more pathetic. He- she definitely wouldn’t approve, either.
A heavy sigh escaped his chapped lips and he let his tired eyes slide shut. He guessed they must be puffy and red from crying. Ron did scare easily, yes, but other than what the Slytherins thought, it took quite a lot for him to shed tears. Well, she had succeeded. She’d made him weep like a baby in a manner that was so not manly.
All because of her. Hiding out like a coward, not wanting people to see that he wasn’t strong enough to face her, not yet. Of course he would eventually have to, and delaying that moment wouldn’t make it easier in any way and he knew that, but he couldn’t bear to see her just yet. It was too soon for that.
He felt the way too familiar sting of salty wetness behind his lids and squeezed them shut tightly, not wanting the tears to fall again. He should start to deal with it and quit crying - it wouldn’t make her change her mind and come back to him. Who’d want a guy crying over his ex-girlfriend, anyway? He definitely wouldn’t go for a cry-baby.
But what if he changed? What if he made her see the new Ron, the improved Ron? A Ron who could deal with his jealousy and wouldn’t cage her in? Could that work?
One single thought of the disastrous break-up crashed his miniature hopes. Images and words flooded his mind and sunk the tiny ideas of reconciliation by the air of finality that had rung in her voice. It was over. For good.
If only he hadn’t accused her of cheating on him with Malfoy! That was probably the worst he had done - or was it his being over-jealous? Merlin, how many things could one person regret?
He swallowed convulsively. He had to finally get a grip on himself, no matter how impossible it seemed to wrap his mind around the thought of going back to a normal friendship with-with her. He felt the tears threatening to surface again and took a deep breath, blinking rapidly.
Suddenly, he chuckled - a dark and mirthless sound. Even thinking about not seeing her as his girl was ridiculous, seemingly impossible. Because he didn’t want to forget about her as his lover. Because he couldn’t forget her that way. Because he fucking loved her, damn it! And he always would.
“Hey,” a familiar voice piped up from behind him, ripping him out of his useless thoughts and throwing him right back into reality; cold, merciless reality. He turned his head slightly to look at the source of the greeting.
“Hey,” he choked out, his own voice sounding strange and foreign even to him; rough and weak. Broken. He sighed and looked out at the grounds again.
She stepped closer tentatively, chewing her lower lip before she spoke again, her tone careful. “Would you - I mean, can I sit with you? No talking, just sit, so you’re not all by yourself anymore?”
Just like the other times when she’d come to check up on him, he couldn’t find the will to send her away as he gazed at her from red-rimmed eyes. A weak half-smile ghosted over his face, dying immediately when he remembered what he must look like.
Oh, fuck it; she’s seen me like this before.
He nodded courtly. “Sure, sit.”
**°°°**
AUTHOR: dracos_damsel
CHAPTER TITLE: Let's Get this Party Started or Life's Full of Surprises (3/4)
CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 7.254
RATING: NC17 for later chapters
PAIRING: erm...Draco/Hermione
ERA: Hogwarts
SUMMARY: 1998: After Voldemort's defeat, Hogwarts is rebuilt and students return to finish their education. When a bet amongst the Slytherins backfires, Malfoy seeks revenge - by getting under Granger's skin. Or into her pants.
But isn't it common knowledge that things never go according to plan?
BETA: jenl3227 , before her musthaveseenher - thank you both so much!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Regardless of what this chapter may or may not imply this is a Dramione fic through and through. This is also not the same chapter that I posted over at Granger Enchanted, it's a revised version.
“Merlin and Morgana - you’ve finally made it!” Chase whipped around to look straight into a pair of unmistakable dark marble eyes. The young man’s surprised expression at being addressed so unexpectedly from behind gave away to a grin.
“Sure, Drake, wouldn’t miss Pansy’s party for too much patrolling, would I?”
Draco chuckled and patted his friend’s back. “That’s my boy! Unfortunately you’ve missed the cake fight. And it lasted about twenty minutes tonight!”
Chase pouted. “Damn, and I was so looking forward to that!”
“May I remind you that it was you who unconditionally wanted to go on patrol with Patil?” Draco smirked. “So, is the reason for your late arrival here that you got what you wanted from her and perhaps got a bit carried away?”
“Yes to the second, nope to the first,” Chase smirked. “She didn’t even show up.”
The Head Boy’s expression was a mixture of amusement and incredulity. “Then why are you grinning like that? I seriously hope there was somebody else to take her place, other than that I’d be having some serious problems should anybody find out that you did rounds on your own.” He turned all business in a split second. “And I’d really hate for that to happen since I do have a right to enjoy myself on a Friday night without doing any Head business.”
Chase chuckled. “Hey, it’s alright, calm down, man. Somebody stepped in all right, so don’t worry about anything, okay?”
“Good,” Draco growled, but calmed down. All of a sudden he was grinning again. “And who exactly stepped in for Patil? I hope you still got what you were looking for.”
The other young man grinned broadly and looked around the room searchingly before letting his azure gaze rest on his friend’s silvery grey eyes. “Hell yeah! She’s a blast, man. Curved just right and the legs . . . she could definitely be a model with those legs!” He shook his head. “And she’s really sweet and canny, too.”
“Merlin,” now it was Draco’s turn to chuckle low in his throat. “Sounds like the perfect appetizer for a wonderful night, huh?”
“You bet-”
“Hey guys,” Pansy sing-songed as she came up from behind into their midst, throwing an arm around each of the handsome blonds. She grinned wickedly at her boyfriend, then addressed Chase, “Took you long enough, Mister Thurless! I should punish you for keeping me waiting like that, but since it’s my birthday and I feel generous tonight, I won’t do anything the like. Instead, I’ve decided to kiss all my boys,” she announced merrily. “You know what they say: the last will be the first. So you have the privilege to be just that, American Boy.”
She winked at Chase and he grinned, watching carefully from the corner of his eye as Draco’s grey orbs sparkled with surprise and excitement. He took that as a nonverbal permission to sin and didn’t object when the girl bent up to softly press her lips to his.
Teasingly, she let her hand travel from around Draco’s shoulders and let it slide down his chest while she kissed one of his best friends. Pansy felt the smooth surface of his belt under her fingertips and grabbed a hold of it, pulling him forward slightly so he had full frontal view of the action when they started French kissing.
Did the boys like it? Well, yes, one could say so. Chase had always wondered what it would feel like to kiss the Slytherin Princess since the day he’d first met her - she was rather pretty after all - and now he finally knew: it felt really nice, not as fantastic as it had been to kiss Kea, but breathtaking enough.
And Draco? He had seen Pansy kissing Blaise over and over again, the result of playing spin-the-wand or doing some equally idiotic bets and dares. He was quite used to the picture by now, knowing that even though he loved her, Blaise had nothing but friendship on his mind.
Watching Pansy lip-lock with Chase Thurless was an entirely different matter, though. The American had become a close friend to him and his best mates over the last two years, having fit into the gang seamlessly. Yet the dirty-blond had never kissed Pansy before and it bothered Draco as much as it excited him to see how good they looked doing this.
The girl had both arms around Chase’s neck now, pressing herself closer to the boy’s lean body. Her boyfriend stared; fascinated. When he noticed Chase getting into it more obviously though, holding Pansy more firmly around her waist, he had the urge to interfere.
He grabbed his girl’s hand and spun her around to face him, forcing her to part from the other young man. “I think that’s quite enough now, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question.
Pansy licked her lips and winked at a sheepishly looking Chase, saying, “Thank you for fulfilling my little birthday wish, I’ve never kissed an American before. Your dept for being late is settled.”
Chase nodded at her, bowed slightly and took her hand to breathe a kiss on the back of her slender fingers while he looked up at her with those magnificent eyes. “The pleasure was all mine . . . babe.”
Draco couldn’t fight the desire to roll his eyes in slight irritation; not only that, Chase looked like a fucking Muggle rock star with his tight-fitting jeans, his numerous skull-rings, his leather bracelets and the blue cloth around his forehead, but he was also flirting with Draco’s freaking girlfriend, damn it! Of course he knew Pansy was playing, but still!
“Didn’t you want to go take a closer look at the pole dancers?” He cocked an eyebrow at the other boy, pulling Pansy into his arms in a possessive manner. The kitten on her necklace rubbed its tiny head against its wearer’s skin - Pansy had to be pretty pleased.
Grinning, Chase bowed again mockingly “Of course, your highness, great Prince of Slytherin. Princess.” He winked and sauntered off into the bustling on the dance floor.
The black-haired girl buried her face in the crook of Draco’s bare neck and he could feel her smile against his skin as she whispered, “I love it when you get all possessive and commanding. Empathizes just how much of your girl I have become.”
Draco scowled. “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”
“Oh, I’m all yours.” She kissed her way up his neck and flicked her tongue across his ear. He shivered ever so slightly.
“You better be,” Draco said in a voice that let Pansy know that he already wasn’t angry or mad anymore. “And you’re drunk.”
He felt her grin again, this time against his cheek. “One flick of your wand and I’ll be sober as ever. . . .” The empathizing grind of her hips at the word ‘wand’ in addition to her suggestive tone let no doubt about which wand in her boyfriend’s jeans she was really talking about.
He briefly closed his eyes, smirking. “Best we get you up into the suite, then, so you can sober up, right?” he murmured into her ear.
“Yes,” Pansy hissed and with that, Draco pulled her to the exit before she could find Blaise or Aaron somewhere in the crowd, and follow through with her plan of kissing all her closer male friends.
**°°°**
Ron felt miserable sitting on the wide window sill in his dormitory. Friday night and he was out in the chilly November air, alone. He shivered and pulled his coat tighter around his shoulders.
Alright, maybe he wasn’t innocent in that matter. It was his fault that Her-he couldn’t even think her name without flinching, so he settled for leaving her name out.
So it was his fault that she had broken up with him - of course she wouldn’t be here with him -- and after all it had been his own decision to send all the others away when they had come up to keep him company or when they had tried to make him come downstairs for a game of chess or the like. The only ones he’d wanted to see were his roommates, and he couldn’t very well send Seamus, Neville or Harry away when it was their room as well as his, could he?
So, technically, he had chosen to spend the night on his own like he now did. And really, he didn’t want to see too many people, but on the other hand, the loneliness didn’t help to make him feel less rotten. Suddenly company didn’t seem so bad - quiet company of course. He still didn’t feel much like talking.
He exhaled heavily, watching his warm breath turn into white puffs of smoke against the black silhouettes of the night as it hit the cool air. Superb, wasn’t it? His final year at Hogwarts before he’d go - before he’d go, well, somewhere and make some money to pay the bills. It was November and already his girlfriend, the witch he’d been in love with since the day he met her, had dumped him after five months of relationship. And as if that wasn’t enough already, it was Friday night and he was an eighteen year old, freezing alone in the dark. Pathetic, that’s what it was. Really, really pathetic. A classic fuck-up. Yup.
And still, sulking and wallowing in self-pity wouldn’t get him anywhere. If only he had some firewhisky . . . then again, drowning heart-ache in alcohol seemed even more pathetic. He- she definitely wouldn’t approve, either.
A heavy sigh escaped his chapped lips and he let his tired eyes slide shut. He guessed they must be puffy and red from crying. Ron did scare easily, yes, but other than what the Slytherins thought, it took quite a lot for him to shed tears. Well, she had succeeded. She’d made him weep like a baby in a manner that was so not manly.
All because of her. Hiding out like a coward, not wanting people to see that he wasn’t strong enough to face her, not yet. Of course he would eventually have to, and delaying that moment wouldn’t make it easier in any way and he knew that, but he couldn’t bear to see her just yet. It was too soon for that.
He felt the way too familiar sting of salty wetness behind his lids and squeezed them shut tightly, not wanting the tears to fall again. He should start to deal with it and quit crying - it wouldn’t make her change her mind and come back to him. Who’d want a guy crying over his ex-girlfriend, anyway? He definitely wouldn’t go for a cry-baby.
But what if he changed? What if he made her see the new Ron, the improved Ron? A Ron who could deal with his jealousy and wouldn’t cage her in? Could that work?
One single thought of the disastrous break-up crashed his miniature hopes. Images and words flooded his mind and sunk the tiny ideas of reconciliation by the air of finality that had rung in her voice. It was over. For good.
If only he hadn’t accused her of cheating on him with Malfoy! That was probably the worst he had done - or was it his being over-jealous? Merlin, how many things could one person regret?
He swallowed convulsively. He had to finally get a grip on himself, no matter how impossible it seemed to wrap his mind around the thought of going back to a normal friendship with-with her. He felt the tears threatening to surface again and took a deep breath, blinking rapidly.
Suddenly, he chuckled - a dark and mirthless sound. Even thinking about not seeing her as his girl was ridiculous, seemingly impossible. Because he didn’t want to forget about her as his lover. Because he couldn’t forget her that way. Because he fucking loved her, damn it! And he always would.
“Hey,” a familiar voice piped up from behind him, ripping him out of his useless thoughts and throwing him right back into reality; cold, merciless reality. He turned his head slightly to look at the source of the greeting.
“Hey,” he choked out, his own voice sounding strange and foreign even to him; rough and weak. Broken. He sighed and looked out at the grounds again.
She stepped closer tentatively, chewing her lower lip before she spoke again, her tone careful. “Would you - I mean, can I sit with you? No talking, just sit, so you’re not all by yourself anymore?”
Just like the other times when she’d come to check up on him, he couldn’t find the will to send her away as he gazed at her from red-rimmed eyes. A weak half-smile ghosted over his face, dying immediately when he remembered what he must look like.
Oh, fuck it; she’s seen me like this before.
He nodded courtly. “Sure, sit.”
**°°°**