JMDC: Loosing Inhibitions
Title: Loosing Inhibitions
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Unbetated! Fluff.
Word count: 1,369
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: My entry for enchanted_jae 's Monthly Drabble Challenge for January with the prompt "drinking games". I hope you like it!
Draco was blissfully been sleeping off the alcohol that he had imbibed last night. He was back at Hogwarts to finish off his 7th year and to sit his NEWTS. Headmistress McGonagall had set up all the 7th year students in a rarely used part of the castle and had dubbed it the ‘8th Year Dormitories’. All houses mingled in this dormitory; promoting ‘inter-house unity’. What rubbish. Draco thought as he settled in deeper into his covers. What the old bat had done was pair off students from different houses, making them share rooms so they could “nurture a friendship that might surprise them and last a lifetime”. Draco would have snorted at the memory if he not already started to drift off again.
Thankfully he had not been assigned to share a room with Potter and his assigned roommate had decided to transfer to Beauxbatons at the last second, allowing Draco to have a room of his own. Everyone resented him for it, but he did not care because he had a room to himself. He had almost feared that McGonagall would try to give him another roommate, but he was the odd man out and the rooms were too crapped as it were to cram him in with another pair.
So Draco slept on dreaming of a quiet field were he was lying back on the softest Grass looking up into the vibrant blue sky, watching the clouds drift on by. There went a dragon. That one resembled a snitch, and that other one looked like a cat, and that one to the left looked strangely like Pansy. His dream self had moment to ponder the strangeness of that when suddenly this bedclothes were ripped from his warm body and be was being shaken awake by the real Pansy. Well that explained it.
Draco groaned when he tried to open his eyes and glare at Pansy because opening his eyes had caused the headache that had been held at bay by his sleep to pound against his skull. “Merlin, Pansy, do you have to come and wake me so rudely.” Draco tried to wrest his sheets away from the evil witch in order to crawl under them and die.
“Yes, I have let you sleep for too long. Now drink this.” She handed him a bottle. He tried to squint at it suspiciously, but that only caused his head more pain.
“What is it?
“It’s a hangover potion.”
She had not even finished the past word before Draco drowned the contents of the bottle. It tasted vile, but his headache disappeared after a few violent pounds warning him that it would be back should he choose to drink heavily in the future. He fell back into pillows with a sigh of relief. “Remind me never to drink again.” He said without opening his eyes.
Pansy snorted. “You know as well as I do that once you set yourself to getting pissed off your arse, no one can stop you.”
“Yes, but if you and Granger had not insisted on playing stupid drinking games in order to make all four housed become friends, I would not be forced to drink in order to endure the torture that is being in the same room with the ninnies that populate Hufflepuff, the buffoons that make up the Gryphindor house and the Ravenclaw know-it-alls.”
Draco would have gone on, could have gone on complaining for hours, but a sudden twist in his stomach prevented him. It was not exactly painful just odd. It happened again and his hands went to clutch his stomach. “Pansy, there is something wrong.”
“Yes, that would be the potion taking effect.”
“No, this is not an effect of the hangover potion. I should know I have taken a great number of them.” Another twist and Draco shifted into a foetal position.
“That’s because the hangover potion was laced with something else.”
Draco’s eyes flew open and turned to face Pansy. “What have you done, Pansy?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not poison, just a mild inhibition lowering potion.”
“If you wanted my inhibitions lowered, all you had to do was ply me with more alcohol.”
“Yes, but even while drunk you retain and annoying amount of control. The potion currently corsing though your system will shatter that control.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“I have a suspicion that I want verified. Plus its a bit of revenge for what you said last night.”
“I don’t remember what I said last night.”
He should not have said that because it only made Pansy narrow her eyes and smirk. “That’s a shame Draco, because if you had apologized, I would not have brought in the second part of my plan.” Pansy turned away from Draco marched over to the door and threw it open. Draco watched as she talked to someone he could not see then suddenly a bound, gagged and blindfolded Harry Potter was being shoved into the room and lead over to Draco’s bed by Greg and Blaise.
“What is the meaning of this?” Potter’s head swung towards Draco and he tired to speak through his gag.
“You will soon be losing control Draco. So you will either ravish Potter or beg Potter to ravish you.”
“But what if I am not attracted to Potter or to men at all?”
“I do not believe that to be the case, but if it is then you will merely torture Potter or try and befriend him. Whatever truly resides in your heart will come outs.”
“But won’t Potter protest?”
“We’ve given him the same potion as you. So if you untie him might attack you. So be warned. If you are going to seduce him do it while he is still tied.” Pansy spun around motioned for the boys to follow her and locked and charmed the door shut.
Draco looked at Potter in horror. He would not let Pansy get away with this! He quickly scrambled towards Potter. He had to get Potter untied and out of here before the potion took effect. He knew that once he was under the potion’s thrall he would want Potter. He would want Potter to take him, to bend him over and...There was another twist in pit of his stomach and he knew he had to hurry.
Draco fumbled with the ropes. He fried Potter’s hands then told him to free his feet. Potter removed the gag and worked on bindings around his legs. Draco moved to help him with the blindfold when suddenly there was an intense twist in his chest and he dropped to the floor.
He must have blacked out because when he opened his eyes Potter was standing over him looking worried. And even worried he looked hot.
“Potter, what are you still doing here? You should have left. I do not know what I am liable to do now that I do not have control of myself.”
“Yes, but I am under the potions control now myself and I can only think of one thing that I want to do.”
Draco swallowed then struggled to get up, he needed to put as much distance between him and Potter and possible. “And what might that be?”
Potter held up the tie that had been his blindfold. “I want to tie you to the bed and have my wicked way with you.”
Draco’s heart stopped and instead of trying to get away from Harry and instead moved closer to the man.
“Okay.”
~*~*~*~
Pansy had her eyes pressed against the door. She wanted to hear if her plan was working.
“Are they shagging yet?”
Pansy did not even flinch. “I do not know I cannot hear a thing.”
“Here.” Pansy stepped aside and allowed Hermione to cast a sound amplifying spell. Suddenly the corridor was awash with moans and grunts and the sounds of sex. Hermione blushed and wished her wand again to stop the noises. “I guess that answers that question.”
“Yes and to think that all that was in those bottles was hangover potion and a little bit of something from one of those Skiving Snackboxes.”
Hermione and Pansy walked off laughing at their brilliance.
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Unbetated! Fluff.
Word count: 1,369
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: My entry for enchanted_jae 's Monthly Drabble Challenge for January with the prompt "drinking games". I hope you like it!
Draco was blissfully been sleeping off the alcohol that he had imbibed last night. He was back at Hogwarts to finish off his 7th year and to sit his NEWTS. Headmistress McGonagall had set up all the 7th year students in a rarely used part of the castle and had dubbed it the ‘8th Year Dormitories’. All houses mingled in this dormitory; promoting ‘inter-house unity’. What rubbish. Draco thought as he settled in deeper into his covers. What the old bat had done was pair off students from different houses, making them share rooms so they could “nurture a friendship that might surprise them and last a lifetime”. Draco would have snorted at the memory if he not already started to drift off again.
Thankfully he had not been assigned to share a room with Potter and his assigned roommate had decided to transfer to Beauxbatons at the last second, allowing Draco to have a room of his own. Everyone resented him for it, but he did not care because he had a room to himself. He had almost feared that McGonagall would try to give him another roommate, but he was the odd man out and the rooms were too crapped as it were to cram him in with another pair.
So Draco slept on dreaming of a quiet field were he was lying back on the softest Grass looking up into the vibrant blue sky, watching the clouds drift on by. There went a dragon. That one resembled a snitch, and that other one looked like a cat, and that one to the left looked strangely like Pansy. His dream self had moment to ponder the strangeness of that when suddenly this bedclothes were ripped from his warm body and be was being shaken awake by the real Pansy. Well that explained it.
Draco groaned when he tried to open his eyes and glare at Pansy because opening his eyes had caused the headache that had been held at bay by his sleep to pound against his skull. “Merlin, Pansy, do you have to come and wake me so rudely.” Draco tried to wrest his sheets away from the evil witch in order to crawl under them and die.
“Yes, I have let you sleep for too long. Now drink this.” She handed him a bottle. He tried to squint at it suspiciously, but that only caused his head more pain.
“What is it?
“It’s a hangover potion.”
She had not even finished the past word before Draco drowned the contents of the bottle. It tasted vile, but his headache disappeared after a few violent pounds warning him that it would be back should he choose to drink heavily in the future. He fell back into pillows with a sigh of relief. “Remind me never to drink again.” He said without opening his eyes.
Pansy snorted. “You know as well as I do that once you set yourself to getting pissed off your arse, no one can stop you.”
“Yes, but if you and Granger had not insisted on playing stupid drinking games in order to make all four housed become friends, I would not be forced to drink in order to endure the torture that is being in the same room with the ninnies that populate Hufflepuff, the buffoons that make up the Gryphindor house and the Ravenclaw know-it-alls.”
Draco would have gone on, could have gone on complaining for hours, but a sudden twist in his stomach prevented him. It was not exactly painful just odd. It happened again and his hands went to clutch his stomach. “Pansy, there is something wrong.”
“Yes, that would be the potion taking effect.”
“No, this is not an effect of the hangover potion. I should know I have taken a great number of them.” Another twist and Draco shifted into a foetal position.
“That’s because the hangover potion was laced with something else.”
Draco’s eyes flew open and turned to face Pansy. “What have you done, Pansy?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not poison, just a mild inhibition lowering potion.”
“If you wanted my inhibitions lowered, all you had to do was ply me with more alcohol.”
“Yes, but even while drunk you retain and annoying amount of control. The potion currently corsing though your system will shatter that control.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“I have a suspicion that I want verified. Plus its a bit of revenge for what you said last night.”
“I don’t remember what I said last night.”
He should not have said that because it only made Pansy narrow her eyes and smirk. “That’s a shame Draco, because if you had apologized, I would not have brought in the second part of my plan.” Pansy turned away from Draco marched over to the door and threw it open. Draco watched as she talked to someone he could not see then suddenly a bound, gagged and blindfolded Harry Potter was being shoved into the room and lead over to Draco’s bed by Greg and Blaise.
“What is the meaning of this?” Potter’s head swung towards Draco and he tired to speak through his gag.
“You will soon be losing control Draco. So you will either ravish Potter or beg Potter to ravish you.”
“But what if I am not attracted to Potter or to men at all?”
“I do not believe that to be the case, but if it is then you will merely torture Potter or try and befriend him. Whatever truly resides in your heart will come outs.”
“But won’t Potter protest?”
“We’ve given him the same potion as you. So if you untie him might attack you. So be warned. If you are going to seduce him do it while he is still tied.” Pansy spun around motioned for the boys to follow her and locked and charmed the door shut.
Draco looked at Potter in horror. He would not let Pansy get away with this! He quickly scrambled towards Potter. He had to get Potter untied and out of here before the potion took effect. He knew that once he was under the potion’s thrall he would want Potter. He would want Potter to take him, to bend him over and...There was another twist in pit of his stomach and he knew he had to hurry.
Draco fumbled with the ropes. He fried Potter’s hands then told him to free his feet. Potter removed the gag and worked on bindings around his legs. Draco moved to help him with the blindfold when suddenly there was an intense twist in his chest and he dropped to the floor.
He must have blacked out because when he opened his eyes Potter was standing over him looking worried. And even worried he looked hot.
“Potter, what are you still doing here? You should have left. I do not know what I am liable to do now that I do not have control of myself.”
“Yes, but I am under the potions control now myself and I can only think of one thing that I want to do.”
Draco swallowed then struggled to get up, he needed to put as much distance between him and Potter and possible. “And what might that be?”
Potter held up the tie that had been his blindfold. “I want to tie you to the bed and have my wicked way with you.”
Draco’s heart stopped and instead of trying to get away from Harry and instead moved closer to the man.
“Okay.”
~*~*~*~
Pansy had her eyes pressed against the door. She wanted to hear if her plan was working.
“Are they shagging yet?”
Pansy did not even flinch. “I do not know I cannot hear a thing.”
“Here.” Pansy stepped aside and allowed Hermione to cast a sound amplifying spell. Suddenly the corridor was awash with moans and grunts and the sounds of sex. Hermione blushed and wished her wand again to stop the noises. “I guess that answers that question.”
“Yes and to think that all that was in those bottles was hangover potion and a little bit of something from one of those Skiving Snackboxes.”
Hermione and Pansy walked off laughing at their brilliance.