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Title: Pass the parcel [1/3]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 022 - Purple
Word Count: 659
Summary: Alcohol mixed with party games and Draco do not mix.
Warnings: (at your discretion) None
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
“It’s a fun game,” Hermione insisted.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “And what is it called, did you say?”
“Pass the parcel.”
“Ah. This is just a wild guess but does it involve passing a parcel?”
“It involves presents,” Harry chimed in, walking over and planting a drunken kiss on Draco’s cheek. His breath reeked of alcohol - not that anyone at the small gathering noticed, they were all in the same state or at least getting there.
“Presents!” Draco clapped his hands like a child. “Let’s play!” Hermione looked pleased and dug into her bag.
“You bring pre-wrapped presents to parties to play pass the parcel with?” Harry slurred. It took him about seven attempts to get it out right.
“Yes. Problem?” she replied in mock defence when he eventually managed to say it and produced a parcel wrapped in shiny purple paper.
Draco, meanwhile, was importantly announcing the upcoming ‘present game’ to his guests, who responded with little interest. Pansy was too busy devouring Blaise, whose eyes had rolled to the back of his head - in ecstasy or drunkenness, Draco wasn’t sure.
Ron was talking animatedly with Seamus and Ginny, who was hanging on to Seamus’s every word and laughing when she thought necessary. Draco thought about going over to them to drop a not-so-subtle hint that she liked him. He sniggered at the thought before deciding against it. He didn’t want anything to kick off on such a good night and knowing Ginny’s temper, she probably would. Also, more importantly, there was a game to be played.
***
“Do you understand now?”
Draco looked around the circle. His guests were staring back at him, waiting for his answer.
“…No,” he replied and everyone groaned.
“You pass the parcel around the circle and whenever the music stops, whoever has the parcel at that point rips the paper off until the music starts again at which point the parcel gets passed on again.” Millicent said this in one breath and Draco hadn’t understood anything beyond the first couple of words.
“So when do I start opening the present?”
“When the music stops,” everyone chorused.
“And when do I stop opening the present?”
“When the music starts.”
Draco thought about this for a moment before shrugging. “I think I understand.”
He reached up and snatched the parcel from Harry and told him to sort out the music.
“Yes, of course sir,” Harry replied sarcastically and Draco spanked his arse in affectionate reply. The music began and he reluctantly passed the parcel. He watched it like a hawk and as it passed around the circle and made its way closer to him again, his heart began to beat faster. He grabbed it from Dean and squealed with delight when the music stopped. He tore into the parcel and shook out a tiny green whistle. The music started up and Draco passed the parcel to Blaise and picked up his whistle and blew on it.
But when the music stopped when the parcel was in Luna’s hands, he almost choked on it. He spat the whistle out and stood up angrily. “What are you doing?” he cried, pointing his finger at Luna accusingly.
“I’m unravelling the parcel,” she replied and then had the utter audacity to continue to do it. Draco marched over and pulled it out of her hands. Another small novelty item fell out and he bent down and snatched it up greedily.
“Draco!” Harry laughed.
“She was opening my present,” Draco replied defensively.
“That’s how the game works,” Hermione said.
“But it’s my birthday!” Draco yelled. “It’s my birthday, not anybody elses. Mine! If any present opening is to be done, it’ll be done by me.”
“This is why -” Ron paused and let out a loud burp that made Hermione, who was sitting next to him, recoil in disgust. “- People don’t like playing games with Slytherins.”
“Correction,” Pansy announced. “This is why people don’t like playing games with Draco.”
Draco opened his mouth in protest but Harry grabbed him from behind. “I like playing games with Draco,” he laughed.
Title: Fucking hard [2/3]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 023 - Freedom
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Money is power. Draco is loaded.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
There were not many things that Draco liked about the muggle world. The initial hatred that had been instilled to him had softened since being with Harry, yet he still only felt frustration and anger when dealing with it. Magazines that were annoyingly placed on top shelves in muggle stores certainly looked exciting (especially guys that gag) but turned out disappointing when he eagerly tore the plastic wrapping off as soon as he got home and found himself staring at pictures that didn’t move. The guys were hot and he did enjoy the one that had the image of a man that looked like Harry getting slapped in the face with a cock belonging to a man that looked like himself. But it didn’t show the slapping, the dick was just sort of resting on his cheek in a permanent freeze frame and once Draco had took in the pictures he’d lost interest and so had his erection.
But their crap aside, as far as he was concerned muggles had to have an ounce of genius within them - or at least the ones who had come up with the idea of it. An idea so great that ‘waking up a muggle’ went from position two to position three in his ‘what I’d most hate to happen to me’ list.
***
“Oh Harree!”
“Why are you…cooing in that weird way?” Harry asked. Draco grinned knowingly and Harry’s face fell.
“Draco, I’m not -”
“Please!” Draco cried, throwing himself to his knees, taking one of Harry’s hands in both of his and planting tiny kisses over it. “Please, Harry!”
“You just get over excited.”
“I won’t this time! I swear!”
Harry weakened in spite of the sight of Draco’s grin stretching wider and wider as he realised Harry was giving in. “I’m only taking part if you promise not to get power mad,” said Harry and Draco nodded excitedly and twiddled his fingers.
“Fine, fine!”
***
Draco could barely hide his glee as Harry unwittingly counted the numbers on the dice. Harry was much slower at mathematics than he was and events like the one that was about to unfold were the events he liked the most.
“Four, five, six, seven, eight…” Harry’s voice trailed off and he stopped his piece in mid-move as he saw what lay three squares in front. Draco sniggered.
“You rolled eleven, Harry!”
Harry reluctantly moved his piece to the spot he’d landed on and as he set his piece down Draco cackled loudly.
“Harry! How nice of you to join me at my little humble home in Mayfair! But I’m afraid your short stay here is going to cost you. Now let’s see…”
Draco picked up the Monopoly property card and studied the cost.
“This is going to set you back a bit babe,” Draco continued. “I’d give you a discount seeing as I know you have a nice arse and all, but I am trying to become a tycoon here!”
“Just get on with it,” Harry snapped, hating the fact that he was annoyed that Draco was winning. Again.
“Four hundred pounds,” said Draco and Harry sorted out a huge portion of cash from the little pile he had left and tossed it to Draco who stared at it disdainfully.
“Do you have to give me all this change? Your cheap notes are ruining my money pile!”
“Shut up,” snarled Harry and Draco’s eyes glinted wildly.
“I’m sorry Harry, I’ve just realised I have a hotel on this property!” He gave a little laugh. “So easy to forget when you have so many, eh?” He cast an eye over Harry’s items in the game that consisted of nothing but his playing piece, a small pile of cash and a lone card that sat in front of him, tucked safely under the board as if he were scared that Draco might run over and snatch it.
“So with the new prices,” Draco continued, “your total stay now comes to two thousand pounds!” He glanced at Harry’s remaining money. “It’s peak season,” he added apologetically.
“Well, I haven’t got enough money to -”
“I better just see what you have got to offer then,” barked Draco, hugely relishing his power.
Harry counted his money. “Eight hundred and four pounds.”
Draco wasn’t sure whether he was getting drunk from power or whether Harry actually did sound meek when he said it.
“Hand it over,” he ordered. “What else?”
Harry tossed the money to Draco and then pulled the card in front of him from under the board.
“This is a get out of jail free card,” Harry replied.
Draco laughed harshly. “What do I need that for? I’m rich! I own this city. I have the freedom to do whatever I want and if I get put in jail I’ll just buy my way out again! I don’t stay there to rot unlike poor folk like you.” He emphasised this last past by motioning at Harry with his hand yet looking in the other direction as if he couldn’t even bear to look at such filth.
“Draco, I’m not playing if you’re going to be like this,” said Harry.
“Fine. Let’s come to an arrangement. I’ll give you one hundred thousand pounds as a pay off fee,” and he picked up a handful of notes and threw them at Harry . “In return, you’ll be my hooker for the night. Stand up!”
Harry complied. He liked the sound of this - much better than Monopoloy, anyway. Draco picked up his wand from the table and flicked it lazily at Harry, whose normal clothes disappeared at once replaced with denim hotpants that felt as though they were cutting off his circulation and a half-cut skin-tight black t-shirt.
He grinned and walked over to where Draco was sitting. Draco squeezed his arse hard and spanked him a couple of times. Harry picked up the wad of money Draco had given him and stuffed it into the back pocket of his hotpants.
“We going upstairs? You paid for it,” Harry purred, taking one of Draco’s hands and leading the way. Draco dropped it like a deadweight.
“I’ve got a city to run you stupid whore,” he snapped. Harry’s face fell slightly before he snaked his arms around Draco’s neck and pushed his face into his exposed navel. He knew Draco had a thing for his bellybutton and sure enough he nuzzled into it - although rather uninterestedly, Harry felt - before turning his attention back to the game.
“Come on slut, lets continue.”
***
Draco was in a mood that night as he and Harry laid in bed. He’d been too generous with his cash and had to show off just that little too much which resulted in Harry managing to somehow overturn the game and win. He felt Harry’s arm reach around his waist and he removed it before moving further to the edge of the bed.
“I’m not speaking to you,” Draco muttered.
“For fucks sake, it’s a game, Draco!” Harry replied.
“That’s easy for you to say. You won!”
“Yes, for the first time! All the others time we’ve played I’ve always lost and I had to sit there and watch you gloat and it didn’t bother me.”
“Yes it did. You threw a plate on the floor once and said it smashed by accident.”
“It did smash by accident! I was washing my hands and didn’t dry them properly so when I picked it up… it doesn’t matter! The point is you continued to gloat each time you won and I took it. I haven’t even mentioned the game since you blew it into ash. I don’t even care that I won.”
“Now you’re just rubbing it in.”
Harry reached around Draco’s waist again and cuddled him. “It’s just a stupid game. I stole some of your money anyway and -” Harry felt Draco stiffen and he only had a split second to regret what had fallen from his mouth before Draco got out of bed angrily.
“You stole my money?”
“It’s just a game. It’s meant to be fun!”
“But… you cheated. You took my money!”
“Well I was your hooker so of course I took your money! You got very much into the spirit of the game so I thought I would too! You were just too busy tonguing my bellybutton to notice.”
Draco cleared his throat pointedly.
“What? You refute that you were tonguing my bellybutton?” Harry smirked.
“Oh no, that parts true,” Draco replied smoothly. “But you said you was my hooker.”
“I was your -”
“Correction!” Draco roared. “You are my hooker. I said you’ll be my hooker for the night.” He walked over to the curtains and yanked one of them aside. “Does it look like morning is here yet?”
Without waiting for a reply from Harry, Draco pounced on him, straddling his chest, pinning his shoulders and arms down under his weight.
Harry half-heartedly struggled, rather enjoying all of this, but soon changed his mind when Draco delivered a stinging slap across his cheek.
“Draco!” Harry cried angrily. “Not so fucking hard!”
Draco sneered and leaned in so close to Harry that he could feel Draco’s words in his ear. “I have the whore who cost me my empire naked and vulnerable beneath me. You don’t know the meaning of fucking hard.”
Title: Twister [3/3]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 024 - Dark
Word Count: 300
Summary: Harry makes up his own rules
Warnings: (at your discretion) None
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
Draco thought it rather strange that everyone was so eager to play Twister. True, the guests at the dinner party had drunk a fair amount of alcohol but the idea of everyone wanting to play still seemed unusual. People were just less exhibited after drinking, he supposed.
Harry had laid out the mat in the middle of the reception room and because most of the guests were either talking, eating or not at all in the right state to be contorting themselves into different positions, Draco figured that seeing as it was his house and he was a Malfoy (and therefore not afraid) he decided he’d be the first and removed his clothes with the aid of a quick spell.
The moment his clothes vanished was the moment everybody felt silent. Hermione even dropped a glass of wine onto the floor in shock and if Draco wasn’t being stared at so much, he would have marched right over to her and made sure she knew exactly how much that glass had cost, before ordering her to clean up the dark crimson stain that was settling into his pristine white carpet.
“Isn’t… anybody playing?” Draco asked slowly.
“We were going to,” Neville replied, eyes wide in aghast. “Before you got naked.”
“Well of course I’m naked,” Draco snapped. “We’re playing Twister!”
“Draco, you don’t play Twister naked,” said Ron.
“Yes you do!” cried Draco. He turned to Harry. “Harry, is it true or not true that you play Twister naked?
Everyone swivelled from Draco to Harry, who was beginning to blush furiously.
“He was the one that taught me how to play and we play it almost every night,” Draco continued. “So I think I’d know the rules by now, Ron. And is everyone clear that if you move and the cock falls out of your mouth you have to do a forfeit?”
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 022 - Purple
Word Count: 659
Summary: Alcohol mixed with party games and Draco do not mix.
Warnings: (at your discretion) None
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
“It’s a fun game,” Hermione insisted.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “And what is it called, did you say?”
“Pass the parcel.”
“Ah. This is just a wild guess but does it involve passing a parcel?”
“It involves presents,” Harry chimed in, walking over and planting a drunken kiss on Draco’s cheek. His breath reeked of alcohol - not that anyone at the small gathering noticed, they were all in the same state or at least getting there.
“Presents!” Draco clapped his hands like a child. “Let’s play!” Hermione looked pleased and dug into her bag.
“You bring pre-wrapped presents to parties to play pass the parcel with?” Harry slurred. It took him about seven attempts to get it out right.
“Yes. Problem?” she replied in mock defence when he eventually managed to say it and produced a parcel wrapped in shiny purple paper.
Draco, meanwhile, was importantly announcing the upcoming ‘present game’ to his guests, who responded with little interest. Pansy was too busy devouring Blaise, whose eyes had rolled to the back of his head - in ecstasy or drunkenness, Draco wasn’t sure.
Ron was talking animatedly with Seamus and Ginny, who was hanging on to Seamus’s every word and laughing when she thought necessary. Draco thought about going over to them to drop a not-so-subtle hint that she liked him. He sniggered at the thought before deciding against it. He didn’t want anything to kick off on such a good night and knowing Ginny’s temper, she probably would. Also, more importantly, there was a game to be played.
***
“Do you understand now?”
Draco looked around the circle. His guests were staring back at him, waiting for his answer.
“…No,” he replied and everyone groaned.
“You pass the parcel around the circle and whenever the music stops, whoever has the parcel at that point rips the paper off until the music starts again at which point the parcel gets passed on again.” Millicent said this in one breath and Draco hadn’t understood anything beyond the first couple of words.
“So when do I start opening the present?”
“When the music stops,” everyone chorused.
“And when do I stop opening the present?”
“When the music starts.”
Draco thought about this for a moment before shrugging. “I think I understand.”
He reached up and snatched the parcel from Harry and told him to sort out the music.
“Yes, of course sir,” Harry replied sarcastically and Draco spanked his arse in affectionate reply. The music began and he reluctantly passed the parcel. He watched it like a hawk and as it passed around the circle and made its way closer to him again, his heart began to beat faster. He grabbed it from Dean and squealed with delight when the music stopped. He tore into the parcel and shook out a tiny green whistle. The music started up and Draco passed the parcel to Blaise and picked up his whistle and blew on it.
But when the music stopped when the parcel was in Luna’s hands, he almost choked on it. He spat the whistle out and stood up angrily. “What are you doing?” he cried, pointing his finger at Luna accusingly.
“I’m unravelling the parcel,” she replied and then had the utter audacity to continue to do it. Draco marched over and pulled it out of her hands. Another small novelty item fell out and he bent down and snatched it up greedily.
“Draco!” Harry laughed.
“She was opening my present,” Draco replied defensively.
“That’s how the game works,” Hermione said.
“But it’s my birthday!” Draco yelled. “It’s my birthday, not anybody elses. Mine! If any present opening is to be done, it’ll be done by me.”
“This is why -” Ron paused and let out a loud burp that made Hermione, who was sitting next to him, recoil in disgust. “- People don’t like playing games with Slytherins.”
“Correction,” Pansy announced. “This is why people don’t like playing games with Draco.”
Draco opened his mouth in protest but Harry grabbed him from behind. “I like playing games with Draco,” he laughed.
Title: Fucking hard [2/3]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 023 - Freedom
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Money is power. Draco is loaded.
Warnings: (at your discretion) Language
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
There were not many things that Draco liked about the muggle world. The initial hatred that had been instilled to him had softened since being with Harry, yet he still only felt frustration and anger when dealing with it. Magazines that were annoyingly placed on top shelves in muggle stores certainly looked exciting (especially guys that gag) but turned out disappointing when he eagerly tore the plastic wrapping off as soon as he got home and found himself staring at pictures that didn’t move. The guys were hot and he did enjoy the one that had the image of a man that looked like Harry getting slapped in the face with a cock belonging to a man that looked like himself. But it didn’t show the slapping, the dick was just sort of resting on his cheek in a permanent freeze frame and once Draco had took in the pictures he’d lost interest and so had his erection.
But their crap aside, as far as he was concerned muggles had to have an ounce of genius within them - or at least the ones who had come up with the idea of it. An idea so great that ‘waking up a muggle’ went from position two to position three in his ‘what I’d most hate to happen to me’ list.
***
“Oh Harree!”
“Why are you…cooing in that weird way?” Harry asked. Draco grinned knowingly and Harry’s face fell.
“Draco, I’m not -”
“Please!” Draco cried, throwing himself to his knees, taking one of Harry’s hands in both of his and planting tiny kisses over it. “Please, Harry!”
“You just get over excited.”
“I won’t this time! I swear!”
Harry weakened in spite of the sight of Draco’s grin stretching wider and wider as he realised Harry was giving in. “I’m only taking part if you promise not to get power mad,” said Harry and Draco nodded excitedly and twiddled his fingers.
“Fine, fine!”
***
Draco could barely hide his glee as Harry unwittingly counted the numbers on the dice. Harry was much slower at mathematics than he was and events like the one that was about to unfold were the events he liked the most.
“Four, five, six, seven, eight…” Harry’s voice trailed off and he stopped his piece in mid-move as he saw what lay three squares in front. Draco sniggered.
“You rolled eleven, Harry!”
Harry reluctantly moved his piece to the spot he’d landed on and as he set his piece down Draco cackled loudly.
“Harry! How nice of you to join me at my little humble home in Mayfair! But I’m afraid your short stay here is going to cost you. Now let’s see…”
Draco picked up the Monopoly property card and studied the cost.
“This is going to set you back a bit babe,” Draco continued. “I’d give you a discount seeing as I know you have a nice arse and all, but I am trying to become a tycoon here!”
“Just get on with it,” Harry snapped, hating the fact that he was annoyed that Draco was winning. Again.
“Four hundred pounds,” said Draco and Harry sorted out a huge portion of cash from the little pile he had left and tossed it to Draco who stared at it disdainfully.
“Do you have to give me all this change? Your cheap notes are ruining my money pile!”
“Shut up,” snarled Harry and Draco’s eyes glinted wildly.
“I’m sorry Harry, I’ve just realised I have a hotel on this property!” He gave a little laugh. “So easy to forget when you have so many, eh?” He cast an eye over Harry’s items in the game that consisted of nothing but his playing piece, a small pile of cash and a lone card that sat in front of him, tucked safely under the board as if he were scared that Draco might run over and snatch it.
“So with the new prices,” Draco continued, “your total stay now comes to two thousand pounds!” He glanced at Harry’s remaining money. “It’s peak season,” he added apologetically.
“Well, I haven’t got enough money to -”
“I better just see what you have got to offer then,” barked Draco, hugely relishing his power.
Harry counted his money. “Eight hundred and four pounds.”
Draco wasn’t sure whether he was getting drunk from power or whether Harry actually did sound meek when he said it.
“Hand it over,” he ordered. “What else?”
Harry tossed the money to Draco and then pulled the card in front of him from under the board.
“This is a get out of jail free card,” Harry replied.
Draco laughed harshly. “What do I need that for? I’m rich! I own this city. I have the freedom to do whatever I want and if I get put in jail I’ll just buy my way out again! I don’t stay there to rot unlike poor folk like you.” He emphasised this last past by motioning at Harry with his hand yet looking in the other direction as if he couldn’t even bear to look at such filth.
“Draco, I’m not playing if you’re going to be like this,” said Harry.
“Fine. Let’s come to an arrangement. I’ll give you one hundred thousand pounds as a pay off fee,” and he picked up a handful of notes and threw them at Harry . “In return, you’ll be my hooker for the night. Stand up!”
Harry complied. He liked the sound of this - much better than Monopoloy, anyway. Draco picked up his wand from the table and flicked it lazily at Harry, whose normal clothes disappeared at once replaced with denim hotpants that felt as though they were cutting off his circulation and a half-cut skin-tight black t-shirt.
He grinned and walked over to where Draco was sitting. Draco squeezed his arse hard and spanked him a couple of times. Harry picked up the wad of money Draco had given him and stuffed it into the back pocket of his hotpants.
“We going upstairs? You paid for it,” Harry purred, taking one of Draco’s hands and leading the way. Draco dropped it like a deadweight.
“I’ve got a city to run you stupid whore,” he snapped. Harry’s face fell slightly before he snaked his arms around Draco’s neck and pushed his face into his exposed navel. He knew Draco had a thing for his bellybutton and sure enough he nuzzled into it - although rather uninterestedly, Harry felt - before turning his attention back to the game.
“Come on slut, lets continue.”
***
Draco was in a mood that night as he and Harry laid in bed. He’d been too generous with his cash and had to show off just that little too much which resulted in Harry managing to somehow overturn the game and win. He felt Harry’s arm reach around his waist and he removed it before moving further to the edge of the bed.
“I’m not speaking to you,” Draco muttered.
“For fucks sake, it’s a game, Draco!” Harry replied.
“That’s easy for you to say. You won!”
“Yes, for the first time! All the others time we’ve played I’ve always lost and I had to sit there and watch you gloat and it didn’t bother me.”
“Yes it did. You threw a plate on the floor once and said it smashed by accident.”
“It did smash by accident! I was washing my hands and didn’t dry them properly so when I picked it up… it doesn’t matter! The point is you continued to gloat each time you won and I took it. I haven’t even mentioned the game since you blew it into ash. I don’t even care that I won.”
“Now you’re just rubbing it in.”
Harry reached around Draco’s waist again and cuddled him. “It’s just a stupid game. I stole some of your money anyway and -” Harry felt Draco stiffen and he only had a split second to regret what had fallen from his mouth before Draco got out of bed angrily.
“You stole my money?”
“It’s just a game. It’s meant to be fun!”
“But… you cheated. You took my money!”
“Well I was your hooker so of course I took your money! You got very much into the spirit of the game so I thought I would too! You were just too busy tonguing my bellybutton to notice.”
Draco cleared his throat pointedly.
“What? You refute that you were tonguing my bellybutton?” Harry smirked.
“Oh no, that parts true,” Draco replied smoothly. “But you said you was my hooker.”
“I was your -”
“Correction!” Draco roared. “You are my hooker. I said you’ll be my hooker for the night.” He walked over to the curtains and yanked one of them aside. “Does it look like morning is here yet?”
Without waiting for a reply from Harry, Draco pounced on him, straddling his chest, pinning his shoulders and arms down under his weight.
Harry half-heartedly struggled, rather enjoying all of this, but soon changed his mind when Draco delivered a stinging slap across his cheek.
“Draco!” Harry cried angrily. “Not so fucking hard!”
Draco sneered and leaned in so close to Harry that he could feel Draco’s words in his ear. “I have the whore who cost me my empire naked and vulnerable beneath me. You don’t know the meaning of fucking hard.”
Title: Twister [3/3]
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: 024 - Dark
Word Count: 300
Summary: Harry makes up his own rules
Warnings: (at your discretion) None
Notes: for 100quills and x-posted to idontgiveafaux and others.
Draco thought it rather strange that everyone was so eager to play Twister. True, the guests at the dinner party had drunk a fair amount of alcohol but the idea of everyone wanting to play still seemed unusual. People were just less exhibited after drinking, he supposed.
Harry had laid out the mat in the middle of the reception room and because most of the guests were either talking, eating or not at all in the right state to be contorting themselves into different positions, Draco figured that seeing as it was his house and he was a Malfoy (and therefore not afraid) he decided he’d be the first and removed his clothes with the aid of a quick spell.
The moment his clothes vanished was the moment everybody felt silent. Hermione even dropped a glass of wine onto the floor in shock and if Draco wasn’t being stared at so much, he would have marched right over to her and made sure she knew exactly how much that glass had cost, before ordering her to clean up the dark crimson stain that was settling into his pristine white carpet.
“Isn’t… anybody playing?” Draco asked slowly.
“We were going to,” Neville replied, eyes wide in aghast. “Before you got naked.”
“Well of course I’m naked,” Draco snapped. “We’re playing Twister!”
“Draco, you don’t play Twister naked,” said Ron.
“Yes you do!” cried Draco. He turned to Harry. “Harry, is it true or not true that you play Twister naked?
Everyone swivelled from Draco to Harry, who was beginning to blush furiously.
“He was the one that taught me how to play and we play it almost every night,” Draco continued. “So I think I’d know the rules by now, Ron. And is everyone clear that if you move and the cock falls out of your mouth you have to do a forfeit?”
you can see my other fics for 100quills HERE. they are all one shots so do not have to be read in any particular order.