WICKED GAME (7/?)
TITLE: Wicked Game
AUTHOR: dracos_damsel
CHAPTER TITLE: Let's Get this Party Started or Life's Full of Surprises (4/4)
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.
The second he saw the distinctive shock of black hair, Blaise sucked in a sharp breath, startling Kathryn when he suddenly froze on the dance floor. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Kathryn turned around to follow her boyfriend’s gaze in the direction of the doors, instantly spotting the source of his discomfort. “Whoops, that’s really not good. . . .”
“Aaron!” Blaise grabbed the other boy’s shoulder, keeping him from dancing with Daphne Greengrass in a very intimate fashion. The raven haired turned to face Blaise, his hand still on the girl’s waist, not at all pleased with the interruption.
“What?!” His blue-grey eyes flashed.
Blaise nodded his head indicating at the doors. “We have a . . . visitor.”
“Oh, fuck.” Aaron’s eyes widened, for once not hidden behind a pair of black rimmed glasses, and his hand dropped from Daphne’s waist.
“What’s wrong?” Chase appeared out of nowhere between Blaise and Aaron, drink in hand as he draped an arm around Aaron’s shoulders, cheerful as ever. Aaron pointed at the new guest that nobody else seemed to have noticed yet. Chase chuckled, his speech slurred. “Interesting. And why exactly are you trippin’, dawgs? Ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout-”
“Nothing to worry about?! We could get expelled, for Merlin’s sake! Everybody in this room!” Kathryn slapped his shoulder, incredulous at the boy’s lack of concern.
“She’s right; a member of the staff just caught us off the grounds with a lot of alcohol and no permission to be here,” Tracey suddenly chimed in.
“Not to mention a bunch of scarcely dressed strippers,” Blaise added.
“We’re really not supposed to be here and the responsible hosts aren’t even in the room,” Aaron continued.
Tracey frowned. “Where the hell is Pansy, anyway?”
Blaise grinned knowingly. “Upstairs. Receiving the second part of her birthday present from Draco.”
“Yup, I bet they’re at it like rabbits.” Chase sniggered and downed the rest of his tonic. He ran his fingers through his spicy hair. “I’ll take care of our new arrival, then. Don’t cha worry.”
“No!” Blaise grabbed the American’s arm, holding him back. “You’re drunk, man! Leave it be.”
Chase grinned. “Like you’re not? Let me tell you somethin’: there ain’t nobody in this room, at this party, right now, who ain’t at least tipsy. Now let go o’ me, man.”
Blaise let his hand drop. “All right, but you can’t just walk over to him - what are you going to tell him? Huh?”
The blond shrugged. “I dunno - I’ll think of somethin’. Just chill, Blaise.”
“Oh, now that sounds very convincing, Chase, makes me feel a lot better,” Aaron announced, shaking his head. “You’ve definitely drunk more than any of us.”
“But,” Chase said, his slur almost non-existent. “I’m also the most charming one of us.” He grinned. “Come on, Blaise, I can do this. Don’t get your boxers in a knot.”
Aaron contemplated for a second. “Well, when you put it like that . . . you’re right. But Snape knows Blaise better than you or me, Chase. I’d say Blaise talks to Snape.”
The girls considered Blaise and Chase for a moment, then agreed. Chase rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he mumbled as he vanished in the general direction of the bar. “But don’t you come crying to me when it all goes wrong.”
Blaise pulled a face. “That’s decided, then.” He gave Kathryn a sweet little kiss and turned. “Wish me luck.”
The boy sauntered through the crowded dance floor to the entrance of the hall. Fortunately, that part of the room was only dimly lit, illuminated only occasionally by the randomly flashing disco spotlights from above the dance floor.
“Good evening, Professor.” Blaise nodded at the potions master with a polite smile, looking at him with his most winning expression. “In the mood for a party?”
A murderous glare met the young man’s slightly glazed over onyx eyes. “Good evening, Mr. Zabini. Just where are the ring leaders of this frivol insanity? I demand that this stops right now.” He produced his wand, looking his usual threatening self. “And the truth: now.”
“Whoa,” Blaise held up his hands in surrender, never losing his grin. “The, erm, hosts are currently . . . tending to some . . . unfinished business. But they should be back within the hour.” Hopefully!
Snape regarded the student warily, then slowly pocketed his wand, anger still evident in the pitch black depths of his eyes. “I take it my godson is a host along with Miss Parkinson?”
Blaise figured that it wouldn’t do any good to lie to an angry Severus Snape and uttered a reluctant, “Yes.” Snape’s teeth ground together and the dark skinned decided that some distraction from the subject at hand was definitely in order.
He cleared his throat. “Why don’t you just come over to the bar and we’ll wait there for Draco and Pansy so you can tell them to end the party? You’ll have a great view of the room, perfect to keep the party in check.” He smiled winningly again, and it miraculously seemed to work.
Snape looked over at the establishment in question - Blaise swore he saw the ice break when his gaze brushed the glistening bodies of the pole-dancers - and nodded somewhat reluctantly. “One drink. If Draco’s not here after that, this party is over; do I make myself clear?” He fixed his student with a threatening glare.
“Inescapably clear, professor,” Blaise nodded like a good boy, already scheming a way to keep Snape in check without having to walk in on Draco and Pansy to fetch them. Suddenly his smile became a teensy bit brighter as he guided the Head of Slytherin House to the bar closest to the strippers.
If this really works, you owe me a big one, Drake!
He picked the two bar stools facing away from the main entrance, yet towards the dance floor and - of course - the half-naked girls writhing lasciviously around the silver poles on their little glittering stage.
Blaise mentally congratulated himself to this strategically perfect position; Snape wouldn’t be able to see Draco or Pansy enter and better yet, he just had to watch the girls dance and undress, unless he concentrated on the glass in his hand, the crowd on the dance floor or he chose to sit elsewhere -- which was positively impossible, because all the other seats and stools were taken.
“So, professor, what’s it gonna be? Whisky, Scotch, Rum, Martini, Vodka, Ginger Ale, a cocktail?” Blaise offered whatever came to his mind to the potions master, who did his best to hide his interest in the sexily dressed dancers in front of him.
“Scotch - one for grown ups.”
“Of course,” Blaise grinned like a Cheshire cat and ordered a fourfold Scotch for Snape and a lot of rum with a bit of coke for himself. Just when he received the drinks, the rest of the gang found their way over and caught on to Blaise’s plan as soon as they saw the mirth dancing in his ebony eyes.
Chase looked rather impressed when he saw the other boy wink at them and hand the Scotch to their teacher.
“Cheers, folks!”
AUTHOR: dracos_damsel
CHAPTER TITLE: Let's Get this Party Started or Life's Full of Surprises (4/4)
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.
The second he saw the distinctive shock of black hair, Blaise sucked in a sharp breath, startling Kathryn when he suddenly froze on the dance floor. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Kathryn turned around to follow her boyfriend’s gaze in the direction of the doors, instantly spotting the source of his discomfort. “Whoops, that’s really not good. . . .”
“Aaron!” Blaise grabbed the other boy’s shoulder, keeping him from dancing with Daphne Greengrass in a very intimate fashion. The raven haired turned to face Blaise, his hand still on the girl’s waist, not at all pleased with the interruption.
“What?!” His blue-grey eyes flashed.
Blaise nodded his head indicating at the doors. “We have a . . . visitor.”
“Oh, fuck.” Aaron’s eyes widened, for once not hidden behind a pair of black rimmed glasses, and his hand dropped from Daphne’s waist.
“What’s wrong?” Chase appeared out of nowhere between Blaise and Aaron, drink in hand as he draped an arm around Aaron’s shoulders, cheerful as ever. Aaron pointed at the new guest that nobody else seemed to have noticed yet. Chase chuckled, his speech slurred. “Interesting. And why exactly are you trippin’, dawgs? Ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout-”
“Nothing to worry about?! We could get expelled, for Merlin’s sake! Everybody in this room!” Kathryn slapped his shoulder, incredulous at the boy’s lack of concern.
“She’s right; a member of the staff just caught us off the grounds with a lot of alcohol and no permission to be here,” Tracey suddenly chimed in.
“Not to mention a bunch of scarcely dressed strippers,” Blaise added.
“We’re really not supposed to be here and the responsible hosts aren’t even in the room,” Aaron continued.
Tracey frowned. “Where the hell is Pansy, anyway?”
Blaise grinned knowingly. “Upstairs. Receiving the second part of her birthday present from Draco.”
“Yup, I bet they’re at it like rabbits.” Chase sniggered and downed the rest of his tonic. He ran his fingers through his spicy hair. “I’ll take care of our new arrival, then. Don’t cha worry.”
“No!” Blaise grabbed the American’s arm, holding him back. “You’re drunk, man! Leave it be.”
Chase grinned. “Like you’re not? Let me tell you somethin’: there ain’t nobody in this room, at this party, right now, who ain’t at least tipsy. Now let go o’ me, man.”
Blaise let his hand drop. “All right, but you can’t just walk over to him - what are you going to tell him? Huh?”
The blond shrugged. “I dunno - I’ll think of somethin’. Just chill, Blaise.”
“Oh, now that sounds very convincing, Chase, makes me feel a lot better,” Aaron announced, shaking his head. “You’ve definitely drunk more than any of us.”
“But,” Chase said, his slur almost non-existent. “I’m also the most charming one of us.” He grinned. “Come on, Blaise, I can do this. Don’t get your boxers in a knot.”
Aaron contemplated for a second. “Well, when you put it like that . . . you’re right. But Snape knows Blaise better than you or me, Chase. I’d say Blaise talks to Snape.”
The girls considered Blaise and Chase for a moment, then agreed. Chase rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he mumbled as he vanished in the general direction of the bar. “But don’t you come crying to me when it all goes wrong.”
Blaise pulled a face. “That’s decided, then.” He gave Kathryn a sweet little kiss and turned. “Wish me luck.”
The boy sauntered through the crowded dance floor to the entrance of the hall. Fortunately, that part of the room was only dimly lit, illuminated only occasionally by the randomly flashing disco spotlights from above the dance floor.
“Good evening, Professor.” Blaise nodded at the potions master with a polite smile, looking at him with his most winning expression. “In the mood for a party?”
A murderous glare met the young man’s slightly glazed over onyx eyes. “Good evening, Mr. Zabini. Just where are the ring leaders of this frivol insanity? I demand that this stops right now.” He produced his wand, looking his usual threatening self. “And the truth: now.”
“Whoa,” Blaise held up his hands in surrender, never losing his grin. “The, erm, hosts are currently . . . tending to some . . . unfinished business. But they should be back within the hour.” Hopefully!
Snape regarded the student warily, then slowly pocketed his wand, anger still evident in the pitch black depths of his eyes. “I take it my godson is a host along with Miss Parkinson?”
Blaise figured that it wouldn’t do any good to lie to an angry Severus Snape and uttered a reluctant, “Yes.” Snape’s teeth ground together and the dark skinned decided that some distraction from the subject at hand was definitely in order.
He cleared his throat. “Why don’t you just come over to the bar and we’ll wait there for Draco and Pansy so you can tell them to end the party? You’ll have a great view of the room, perfect to keep the party in check.” He smiled winningly again, and it miraculously seemed to work.
Snape looked over at the establishment in question - Blaise swore he saw the ice break when his gaze brushed the glistening bodies of the pole-dancers - and nodded somewhat reluctantly. “One drink. If Draco’s not here after that, this party is over; do I make myself clear?” He fixed his student with a threatening glare.
“Inescapably clear, professor,” Blaise nodded like a good boy, already scheming a way to keep Snape in check without having to walk in on Draco and Pansy to fetch them. Suddenly his smile became a teensy bit brighter as he guided the Head of Slytherin House to the bar closest to the strippers.
If this really works, you owe me a big one, Drake!
He picked the two bar stools facing away from the main entrance, yet towards the dance floor and - of course - the half-naked girls writhing lasciviously around the silver poles on their little glittering stage.
Blaise mentally congratulated himself to this strategically perfect position; Snape wouldn’t be able to see Draco or Pansy enter and better yet, he just had to watch the girls dance and undress, unless he concentrated on the glass in his hand, the crowd on the dance floor or he chose to sit elsewhere -- which was positively impossible, because all the other seats and stools were taken.
“So, professor, what’s it gonna be? Whisky, Scotch, Rum, Martini, Vodka, Ginger Ale, a cocktail?” Blaise offered whatever came to his mind to the potions master, who did his best to hide his interest in the sexily dressed dancers in front of him.
“Scotch - one for grown ups.”
“Of course,” Blaise grinned like a Cheshire cat and ordered a fourfold Scotch for Snape and a lot of rum with a bit of coke for himself. Just when he received the drinks, the rest of the gang found their way over and caught on to Blaise’s plan as soon as they saw the mirth dancing in his ebony eyes.
Chase looked rather impressed when he saw the other boy wink at them and hand the Scotch to their teacher.
“Cheers, folks!”