Disclaimer: All the characters from the Harry Potter Universe belong to JKR.
Pictionary
"What are these shits up to?" Blaise Zabini asked with an amusing smile, slumping onto the lumpy sofa.
"Some muggle game, these puffs cooked up," Ron snorted sliding from his spot to make room for the Slytherins who just entered the den.
"Ah, tonight it's their choice," Blaise said with a displeased smile that was seconded by Ron.
"Hey! You didn't see us complaining when you suggested some twisted games," Justin Finch Fletchley barked from the middle of the room where he was setting up a board with another honorable Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan.
"Children, children," Seamus Finnegan strode up to the place where Ron and Blaise and were sitting and pulled them apart, securing a place between them. He draped his hands on the Ron and Blaise's shoulders and exclaimed, "We don't carry house judgments into the den. Alright, boys?" All the others lifted their drinks acknowledging the sentiment.
Theodore Nott slid to the corner of the dimly lit room joining Neville and Dean who were talking in hushed tones.
Draco Malfoy gave all the gathered people a curt nod and proceeded to the bar that was already set up, courtesy of Harry Potter, who was already in the middle of mixing up some exotic drinks. Goyle, still holding onto his shy persona stood around awkwardly before following Draco.
The room was a strange mixture of the male population. It may seem like an ordinary get together of boys bonding over sport, alcohol and, women. But it was slightly more than that. This unusual amalgamation of people started after the war; specifically after a stern lecture by Hogwarts headmistress Minerva McGonagall. She insisted they needed it for their own sanity.
They met once in every three months. Initial meetings were curt and bitter, but they bonded over their losses, fears and sometimes, interesting games. But as the years passed on, these little gatherings became special to all the participants. It's been three years now. The house prejudices still existed, but the disparities just served as a major source of entertainment and nothing more than that. Draco and Harry were the strong pillars of this unusual group. They put aside their many past differences and worked towards keeping the chaos under control.
"Gather around," Justin hollered gaining everyone's attention.
"Ah finally!" Ron sighed. "Now tell us what all this nonsense is?"
Blaise laughed out loudly giving a high five to Ron while Harry shot an angry look at his best friend's behavior.
"You go on, Justin. It looks interesting," Harry gave an encouraging look.
"This is a game called Pictionary," Justin explained pointing to the board. "Well, we planned some changes to the traditional version," he gave a sly smile and continued. "We call it the Hogwarts' Hottionary."
Harry and Dean who had an idea about the game chuckled with amusement, while the others still looked bewildered.
"What kind of shite game did you pick up?" Blaise said shaking his head. "We still have time, we can head to that muggle strip joint and have some fun." Ron nodded his head enthusiastically already heading to the door.
Draco waved his wand at the door and made it shut with a loud sound. He glared at Blaise and Ron and pointed to the sofa. They groaned and sat down with bored expressions. Draco the turned to Justin and called, "Go ahead, Fletchley. Potter and Thomas sure think it's interesting."
"Well, it is," Dean started. "In the normal game of Pictionary we are supposed to guess the word, while the player draws a picture that describes that word."
"Told you, boring," Blaise whispered not so quietly to Seamus while the latter suppressed his laugh.
Theo and Draco both shot a glare at Blaise, effectively shutting him up.
"Like I said. We are not playing the traditional one. We are going to draw hotties from Hogwarts," Ernie MacMillan supplied with a smug grin.
"Fuck," Ron muttered sobering up immediately.
"Ooh! Nice," Blaise said this time while few others joined him with catcalls. Neville even though being an Auror blushed at this and gave a nervous smile to Harry.
"How does this work?" Harry asked eyeing the board and the suddenly alert faces of the group.
"Well, we thought everybody should get a fair turn. So we should go alphabetically. Once the picture is done, the others get a chance to guess," Justin explained.
"Yeah, all that's great. But none of this alphabetical shite. I don't want to wait until the end," Ron said with a wicked smile.
"I need to be totally pissed off to participate in this," Anthony Goldstein muttered with a giddy amusement.
"Since I introduced this game, I would like to go first," Justin said picking up the marker. "By the way, the marker is charmed to draw perfectly picking your imagination, irrelevant of your illustration skills. "As the black marker started outlines on the white board, it gathered all the interest. Justin was good with his hands. Drinks remained still and all the chatter had completely stopped. Justin took his time tracing the curves and details. He hummed moving back and gave his picture an appreciative look.
"What do you think?" Justin spoke looking back at his. It was profile portrait and the details were very good. Though the picture gave a little glimpse of the girl's beautiful assets, it was very pretty.
"Padma Patil," Theo chimed taking a long sip of his drink.
Few more catcalls went around cheering him. Justin looked stunned and looked back at the picture. "How did you find out? I thought I made it very obscure."
"Her eyes. They have a special slant. We had few study sessions together," Theo explained his eyes fixed on his drink.
"Since you answered, you get to have the next turn," Justin said throwing the marker at him. He then turned to the board in an attempt to erase the picture.
Blaise jumped instantly and stopped him. "What are you doing, Fletchley? This is pure art. Although I expected much more skin." He said waving his wand to copy the picture onto a conjured parchment. "I have an idea," He smirked at them and passed the rolled parchment to Goyle. "Greg Keep them safe will you."
Theo marched up to the board with a pointed look on his face. "Give us some, juiciness, Nott," Ron hollered from the sofa.
Theo smirked at him and got to work. His work was finer than Justin's. His lines were bold and his strokes were vibrant. Soon a girl's picture formed. She was rising from the lake, with most of her body underwater. But as Ron requested it was definitely juicier than Justin's. Her head was thrown back with her neck stretched. She seemed to be unclothed and her breasts were not completely submerged in the water giving them an ample view.
Theo put the lid back on the marker and gave them a challenging look. Anthony yelled, "Lavender Brown."
But Ron cut him off, "Lavender's tits are definitely bigger."
"Oh I know," Ernie Macmillan tried next. "Tracey Davis."
"Nope," Theo winked and looked at Draco and Harry, who were lounging in the far end of the sofa.
Draco shook his head and looked at Harry. "Care to try, Potter."
"Nah, I only paid attention to three girls when I was in Hogwarts. And none of them look like that. If you know, why don't you try?"
"Three?" Draco asked raising his eyebrow.
"Ginny, Cho and Hermione," Harry said finishing his glass.
"Granger?" Draco asked.
"Not in that way. But she's my best friend and she was with me until the end of Voldemort. When you are that close, you tend to pay attention." Harry explained rising from his seat to get a refill.
"Luna," Neville spoke in a squeaky voice and Theo's eyes twinkled.
"How, Longbottom?" Theo asked leaning forward.
"She has that mark just below her neck," Neville mumbled.
"You mean on her tit?" sniggered Ron.
"It seems you are right. Your turn now, Longbottom," Draco said patting on Neville's back.
"Loony's got goods," Blaise said and raised his empty glass to Potter.
"You call her that, you don't get any refill," Harry said wiggling the bottle.
"Fine. Lovegood's great. Now get me the refill," Blaise said still wiggling his glass.
Harry turned to Draco and winked at him. "Specially mixed for Ron and Blaise," he whispered and poured into Ron's and Blaise empty glasses. They casually raised their glasses and took a sip.
"Fuck, my throat" yelled Ron while steam literally poured out of Blaise's ears.
They looked at each other and grinned. "Wicked," and poured down the entire drink down their throats.
Neville had already done with his picture between all this commotion. He slowly cleared his throat and sat back in his chair.
There was a pin drop silence in the room as everyone, including Harry, but Draco peered at the picture.
"This is what I am talking about," Ron said taking a sharp breath.
"I need to use the bathroom," Anthony Goldstein urgently slipped into the washroom.
The girl in the picture was wearing a very provocative cat costume. Although all her intimate parts were conveniently shielded, the very picture oozed sex and sensuality. Her eyes were concealed under a mask and but the heat in them was exponential.
"Nobody bothered to take a guess," Draco drawled swirling his glass.
"Who cares she is? She's good enough to eat," Blaise smirked.
"Wait a minute, that's Pansy Parkinson. Holy shit," Dean exclaimed falling down from the sofa. "Where did you see her like this, Neville?"
Neville just gave a shy smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"Hey, that's my ex," Ron whined.
Blaise bumped his shoulder and laughed, "Our ex, Weasley."
That's how Ron and Blaise became this pair of unusual friends bonding over their ex-girlfriend. Blaise and Pansy were together during their seventh year. They broke up immediately after Hogwarts, and then, to everyone's surprise, Pansy started dating Ron Weasley, after his failed romance with Hermione Granger. Ron and Pansy had two glorious months together, then she dumped him for an international Quidditch player.
"Great job, Longbottom. That is one hot piece of arse I have ever managed to shag," Blaise said and turned to Dean. "I think it's your turn now, Thomas. When is it going to be our turn, Weasley? I just can't wait to try out extraordinary drawing skills."
So it went on, Dean not to anyone's surprise drew a picture of Seamus and while Seamus returned the favor drawing Dean's picture, to the utter disappointment of the Ron and Blaise. Ernie MacMillan drew a very elaborate picture of Lavender Brown with all kinds of intimate technicalities and it was Anthony who guessed it. Anthony's picture was of Daphne Greengrass, who was just wearing her Slytherin robes and nothing else. Gregory Goyle answered and took that opportunity to draw a picture of Milicent Bulstrode.
"Oh Greg, when you have so much variety, why would you pick Milli?" Blaise pouted guessing the picture.
"She is really different now. We went on a date together," Goyle murmured.
"Good on you Goyle," Ron said and slapped Blaise on the shoulder. "You got your turn Zabini. Now give us something to remember." Ron said pushing Blaise towards the board.
Blaise approached the board slurring and swiveling. He turned to the boy-who-lived and winked. "I know who I'm going to draw."
Harry's growl was clear in the otherwise quiet room. Ron hurried towards Blaise and scowled at him. "He killed Voldemort when he was a boy, Zabini. You don't want to see his wrath." When Blaise flinched, Ron smirked. "Besides if your thoughts are about my sister, then my thoughts would be about your mother. We both know how filthy our thoughts can be."
"Bloody fucking Gryffindors," Blaise groaned pushing Ron away. Ron scampered to Harry and slumped down beside him.
But Blaise's smile turned into glee as another flash brightened his mind. The marker picked up speed and within no time, there stood a picture of a girl with flowing hair with a glorious behind.
There was a collective cheer rang around the room seeing the girl clad in a skimpy bikini with all her assets on display.
"You wanker, that's my sister-in-law. I told you to stay out of my family," Ron lunged at Blaise tackling him.
But Blaise quickly tipped him over and smirked, "You said about your sister, not the veela sister-in-law."
Draco and Harry interjected and pulled them apart. "Cut it out, both of you. Ron did you forget, you asked Fleur out. Besides she's a veela. You can't blame Blaise about it," Harry chided. "Go already, it's your turn."
"Come on Weasley. You know it is a good picture," Blaise hollered from Draco's side. The Blond kicked Blaise in his shins warning him.
But Ron scratched his head and nodded with a smile. "Nice Zabini."
"Told ya, now go ahead. Give us a wicked picture," Blaise echoed.
Ron waited several minutes weighing his options. His mind wandered to many faces, starting from Hermione, Lavender, Angelina to many others. But he shook all those ideas when one pretty face struck his thoughts. "Bloody hell, how did I forget her?" he groaned and worked his marker. The lines practically drew themselves. He gave justice to the filthy thoughts running his mind when an extremely curvaceous figure appeared on the board.
Draco choked on his drink as he immediately identified the face. It seems many of them had guessed, as Ron didn't leave much to the imagination. Almost all the boys at Hogwarts have lusted after her one or the other time. Her upper body was totally bare and her skirt was dangerously low, giving an artful view of the curve of her waist, the dip of her navel and bountiful bosom with exquisite peaks. She was leaning over a person, who was very similar to Ron, pouring him a drink.
"Oh, this is brill. I didn't know you still fancied Madam Rosmerta," Harry laughed slapping his thighs.
"Just look at her and tell me who wouldn't fancy her," Ron said smugly.
Draco turned to Harry and nudged him forward. "Let's see who's riding your thoughts,"
Harry managed a decent picture of a smiling Ginny on her broom. When Ron gave him a hug praising his greatness the chosen one replied humbly, "What can I say, I'm a happily engaged man."
Draco Malfoy leaned back into the sofa and observed the scene with unusual calmness.
"Waiting for your turn or skipping it?" Theo whispered. "I know who is on your mind."
Harry caught on to their discussion and perked up. "Come on you big bad Slytherin. Show us your moves." He stopped suddenly and grimaced. "It did not sound like that in my head."
Draco smirked and snatched the marker from Harry's hand. He approached the board and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes in few seconds and took a deep breath. His hand darted forward and started its journey.
The chatter among the group slowed down as all the eyes followed his hand. His strokes were practiced and deliberate creating the perfect canvas. Adding to his drawing he did something extra. Using his wand he created a little palette, he added the specifics of colors. It was slowly turning into a masterpiece.
He took extra time to review his work and slowly stepped back.
The picture was the epitome of perfection. Draco could've easily made his living with his pictures. But the most intriguing thing about the picture was its ambiguity.
The girl was sitting on a bench with her feet folded underneath her thighs. Only her back was shown in the picture. Her face was hidden and her hair was tied up into a messy bun on the top of her head, with some stray wisps escaping out, that were dancing on her delicate shoulders. Her body remained bare except for sheer white cloth that was draped loosely around her waist. Through that white sheet, a curious tattoo was peeking out.
In green ink, a slender Slytherin snake was slithering up her back. It was caressing the indents of her backbone and finally its head resting between her shoulder blades. In addition to that, Draco had etched another independent element to a side, a perfect pair of lips. A slightly pouted lower lip painted in dark rouge accompanied by a cupid bow of the upper lip. It was downright sinful and delectable at the same time.
"Wow, she's gorgeous."
"Who is she? She is bloody fucking hot."
"Are you sure she's from Hogwarts? I would've remembered her."
There were a lot of murmurs from the group, while they tried to deduce who according to Draco Malfoy was the hottest girl. Ron and Blaise were totally passed out on the sofa, oblivious to the intrigue in the room.
Theo smirked at Draco giving him a knowing look. But Draco's eyes were fixed on Potter, who was trying very hard to deduce who the girl was.
"See you later, everyone. I had a great time. But I have an early day tomorrow," Draco said putting his coat on. Nobody heard his words as all of them were completely enchanted by the picture. "By the way, if any of your brains worked out who she was," he paused to admire his work, "Let me know." With that said he vanished out of the door.
A/N: A silly plunny, that just wouldn't leave me alone. This is a three part story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.