~~~A/N: Hey guys! I know its a bit early for a Halloween story, but I was looking through some costume sights the other day and saw soooo many Nekos that I just had to write this. It will probably be done in 3 parts. Enjoy!
Slytherins are deviant, conniving bastards; it's a well known fact, and one that Draco Malfoy was currently cursing. After all, it was not often that the Prince of Slytherin lost anything, to anyone (unless you count Quidditch, but that was Potter for crying out loud). At any rate, losing was both uncommon and unwelcome to the Malfoy heir, and his most recent loss was haunting him- literally. Seriously, how had the Bloody Barron heard about the dare?! Damn Slytherin gossip. The ghost made fun of him every time he set foot in the Slytherin common room. Draco sighed aloud as he trudged past Crabbe into the bathroom and brushed his platinum hair before the mirror. His thoughts wandered to the game of Truth-or-Dare (a Muggle game he was actually quite fond of) he had endured last weekend. He had been on a winning streak, of course, doling out the most embarrassing, difficult, and sexual dares. He was the Prince of Dares, as Pansy liked to call him. That is, until Blaise asked him a particular Truth, gave him a particular dare, and Malfoy was dethroned.
(Flashback to the weekend prior)
"Who do you want to shag?" Blaise asked.
Malfoy had tried to avoid answering honestly by replying "Well, who don't I want to shag? If they're in Slytherin, of course!" Though that remark earned Malfoy a lot of invitations from his Slytherin groupies, Blaise knew that it wasn't a whole truth.
"Draco," he said with a cruel smile. "That's far too vague. You have to tell the whole Truth. Who, specifically, do you want to shag?"
Malfoy blanched. Was a stupid game worth the risk of telling nearly every 6th, 7th, and 8th year Slytherin who he wanted to fuck? No way in hell!
"I will not tell you," he replied in the most stoic way he could muster.
"Well then," Pansy crooned, "if you refuse to answer your Truth, you have no choice but to do a Dare of Blaise's picking."
"Fine," Draco grumbled, dreading it already.
"Fine indeed," Blaise said with an unsettling smirk.
"I swear, Zabini; if you make me snog a fucking Hufflepuff, you will wish you had never been born!"
"Hmm, tempting, but no. My plans involve the Halloween Party this Friday."
Draco's stomach dived. Blaise wanted him to do something at the party? Something public, on his favorite holiday no less!?
"No, no way," he decided.
"Either that, or you tell the truth," Pansy sang.
"Dare! No-I mean- shit!"
The other Slytherins chuckled in delight to see their idol so flustered. Blaise continued. "I think I have it. I want you to wear something to the Halloween party . . ."
"What, did you expect me to go naked?" Draco sneered sarcastically.
"I considered that, but no, you'll just be close to it," Blaise said with a chuckle. Malfoy froze.
"Wait . . . What?"
Blaise grinned deviously and leaned toward Draco's ear to whisper: "Have you ever heard of the Muggle books and movies called Alice In Wonderland?"
"It has something to do with fantasy, I presume?" Draco asked, and Pansy nodded.
"Well," Blaise continued, "let's just say that there are costume versions of the Cheshire Cat character that are definitely not considered PG."
"And you expect ME to wear something like THAT to the party?"
Blaise nodded, and said "The tail and all."
Draco rubbed his temples, knowing that there was no way out, and sighed. "Well . . . If anyone in here can pull it off, I can. I have the ass for it."
His peers laughed and Theo Nott gave him a clap on the back. "So proud of ya, mate!"
Malfoy grinned a little, hoping to hide his nerves as he said "You know I hate you all, right?" (End of flashback.)
"Fucking Blaise," Malfoy grumbled. "Merlin, I can't believe I have to wear something so stupid to the Halloween party. Ugh, and only three days away . . ." He turned to stare despondently at his wardrobe,then shuddered and turned away. He had lost the dare; but revealing his truth would have been much worse. He knew he had to go through it or risk looking cowardly. Grumbling, he pulled on his school robes and slipped his dragon-hide messenger bag over his shoulder, turning to head out of the Slytherin dorm. He had barely walked a yard when he felt two heavy, solid masses bump into his back, making him stumble. Glaring, he turned around to see Crabbe and Goyle looking at him stolidly.
"Bumbling idiots! Watch where you're going!" Malfoy snapped.
"Eh, sorry," Goyle mumbled. Crabbe shrugged apologetically.
"Don't be too hard on them," the Bloody Barron said as he floated up through the floor. "Harboring ill will towards your fellows because of your misfortune is quite unbecoming of a pure blooded Slytherin, especially a Malfoy heir."
Draco groaned inwardly. "Enough of the lectures, ghost, I'm busy. Or haven't you heard I have a Halloween party to plan for?"
"Oh, but you know I've heard all about that," the specter teased. "Or did you not receive the ears I placed on your bed?"
"Sod off," Malfoy grumbled, heading into the hallway and stepping onto the moving staircase. He could hear the Barron laughing, and it aggravated him that Blaise and Pansy had somehow convinced a castle ghost to ridicule him so. He was a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! And though the name no longer held the leverage it once did (what with his father being in Azkaban and all), he still had a shred of pride for his family name, dark history be damned. He was proud to be a Malfoy wizard in that he and his mother Narcissa were Malfoys; what did the rest of the family matter when they alone were the most decent members of it? Damn his family, damn his father, and damn the Bloody Barron! Draco would not be mocked at the Halloween party- he would be lusted after. With that thought coursing through his mind, Draco swagged into the Great Hall, ready to face the day.
~~~ Tell me what you think! Good, bad? I wanna know before I continue. :)