Hi lovelies, sooooo I know it's been entirely too long and I can't even begin to explain how awful I feel but lately I've finally been getting back into writing. I know a lot of people are wondering what in the hell happened to Among Friends and Enemies but the truth is, I don't even know myself. I've been reading the entire thing over and I'm tempted to completely rewrite all of the chapters, but I'm not going to do that neither myself nor you guys. So this just popped up in my head yesterday and I decided I'm actually gonna post it. Hopefully, I'll get the ball rolling again, but for now here's a fun little smut story lol.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling but let's be honest, everyone already knew that.
"I'm bored as fuck." Malfoy groans loudly, throwing himself onto the couch. I regard him with disdain from my perch on the opposite end, thoroughly annoyed that his obnoxiousness is ruining my reading. I haven't had any down time with exams going on this entire week and this was my first moment to me, myself, and Jane Austen.
"It'd be lovely if you'd keep your expletives to yourself as well as your boredom. I'm trying to read." I huff, desperately hoping he'll vanish. No such luck.
"No fucking surprise there, that's all you ever fucking do." Malfoy says, purposefully emphasizing the curse words. He smirks in his downright infuriating way that I've come to hate in our time as Heads together. It's not quite as awful as I imagined it, sharing the same dorm with 'the Slytherin Prince', but it sure isn't a walk in the park. We've surprisingly formed somewhat of an odd friendship, yet I'm not sure if friendship would be the correct word for it.
"You know how I feel about your vulgarity, Malfoy."
"Yes and that's why it's so fun to get your knickers in a twist." I try to ignore him, I really do, but for some reason, it's extremely difficult.
"I'd prefer it if we leave my knickers out of the conversation." I reply dryly. Another smirk.
"What's the matter, is Granger a bookworm as well as a prude?" he taunts. I glare at him and then suddenly notice the only clothing he's wearing are a pair of grey sweatpants that are hanging quite low on his hips. I try not to stare at his defined chest and abs that look like they were chiseled from marble, averting my eyes.
"Honestly, is it such a hassle to put on a shirt, Malfoy?" I comment in annoyance.
"Ah, there we have it ladies and gentlemen; Granger is a world-class prude as well as an innately dull bookworm!"
"Shut it, Malfoy!" It's sad really, being that Malfoy's not completely off the mark about the bookworm part. Except that I'm not a prude, I just don't constantly shag random people like Malfoy does (I've heard his conquests from his quarters on various occasions).
The truth is I lost my virginity to Ron when we were dating… when I was also under the impression I was in love with him. This, however, turned out to be a major bust since it was not enjoyable in the least and the sparks were virtually nonexistent. We're so different, way too different and I came to the realization we could never be more than friends. That was about a year ago, and the most male attention I've received has sadly come from Malfoy. Needless to say, this attention has not been romantic in any way, shape, or form.
"You even know it's true Granger! Let's see what awful book you are reading now!" He swiftly snatches the leather bound from my hands.
"Hey!" I protest, leaping up to retrieve my book. Unfortunately, Malfoy's is annoyingly tall, having at least ten inches on me. Therefore, it's hopeless.
"Who the hell is Jane Austin? Is it a bloody Muggle book? It must be boring as shit, right?" I try and jump for it, but Malfoy is holding it high above his head.
"It's Jane Austen, Malfoy! Stop being an insufferable git!" I yell, getting incredibly frustrated.
"Oh, feisty Granger! I like this side of you much better." He raises his eyebrows suggestively under his stupid blonde fringe. I feel tempted to brush the hair out of his eyes despite his loathsome behavior and mentally slap myself.
"Give me back my book, Malfoy." I whine, giving up on the 'jump and grab' strategy since the only thing I'm succeeding in is rubbing my chest against Malfoy, who seems to be enjoying this all too much.
"Beg for it, Granger." Malfoy says, his mercury eyes fixing me with a challenging stare.
"I shan't." I refuse, turning my nose up at him.
"Better yet, I'll give you back your book if you say 'Draco Malfoy is the sexiest man to ever walk the planet Earth and has the body of a god'. Come on Granger, you like telling the truth right?"
"Except that would be a downright lie Malfoy. Therefore, I am not uttering those abhorrent words." I cross my arms and plop back down on the couch.
"You're no bloody fun Granger." Malfoy pouts in a ridiculously attractive way that would look completely foolish on anyone else. He sits down on my book right next to me and I try to inch away, but I'm sort of trapped.
"Well I'm sorry I'm not entertaining you." I say huffily. A few minutes of silence go by and I keep stealing glances at my book wedged between the couch and Malfoy's arse as well Malfoy's bare shoulders. He's all sinewy muscle, not a speck of fat to be seen under flawless skin, almost pale as snow. I guess Quidditch pays off…
"Let's play a game." He says suddenly. I eye him skeptically.
"What kind of game?"
"I don't know like…" he taps his chin thoughtfully and then his face lights up, "how about Truth or Dare?"
"How do you know that game? It's a Muggle thing, you know." I inform him, slightly curious.
"I've played it at a few parties. I'm not totally opposed to doing Muggle things." Malfoy says defensively. I snort at this but he pretends not to notice.
"Come on, I'm booored." There goes that pouty face. He bats his blonde eyelashes at me and I think of how silly this is.
"If I play will you leave me alone and give me back my book?"
"I shall, scout's honor." He salutes me and everything and I sigh in exasperation.
"Fine. Get on with it." I fold my legs up and look at him expectantly.
"Excellent, you'll find that my games of Truth or Dare are quite interesting." He reaches into his pocket, brandishing his wand and I start to get a bad feeling about this.
"Accio Veritaserum vial." The bottle flies though the air, apparently coming from his room, and into his awaiting hand.
"Why do you need Truth Serum and where did you get it?" I immediately demand, several different explanations playing out in my mind.
"You don't need to know all the details of how I obtained it, all you need to know is that it will make the game a little bit more…genuine."
"By forcing me to tell the truth?! Malfoy, you must be crazy if you think I'm taking that potion." I move to get up, but Malfoy tugs me back down on the couch.
"What's the matter Granger, got something to hide? Or perhaps you're just afraid of what you'll divulge." Malfoy's got this mischievous glint in his eyes and even though I know I shouldn't, I let my pride get the best of me.
"Fine. I'll play." I concede begrudgingly.
"Excellent!" he claps his hands together once and summons two teacups. "Okay, I'll give us each three drops to last about an hour." I watch carefully as he equally distributes the clear liquid. He hands one to me and quickly downs his own like a shot. Before I chicken out, I raise the cup to lips and drink mine as well. Just like Snape taught us in sixth year, I don't feel anything unusual as of yet.
"Okay, truth or dare, Granger?"
"Truth." Honestly, I want to be on the safe side because I'm not sure what dares Malfoy will concoct, nor do I want to find out.
"Expected." Malfoy cocks an eyebrow at me and I stick my tongue out at him childishly. He brings out the worst in me. "Are you a virgin?"
"No, I'm not a virgin." The words spill out of my lips, like word vomit I'm unable to stop. I don't even have a choice in whether I wish to answer at all, it's purely impulsive. I notice Malfoy looks somewhat smug.
"Lost it to Weaslebee, eh? Was it as uneventful as I imagine it would be?" he asks with an annoyingly knowing look about him.
"That's not a part of your question Malfoy. It's your turn, truth or dare?" I try to take the focus off of me, as I don't at all wish to discuss this with Malfoy, but it doesn't end up working out.
"What, Weasley didn't stroke your fancy the proper way?" I cast him a withering glare and repeat my question in order to keep myself from answering. "Fine, I choose Truth." I think it over and finally ask a question I've been curious to know.
"How many girls have you…slept with?"
"Twenty four." He replies instantly. "Huh, I didn't even know the exact number but I figured it was somewhere up there." I feel my eyes widen at his admission.
"Over how much time? Like twenty four girls this year?" I prod.
"No, this month."
I find myself gaping, but when he starts chuckling, I realize he's messing with me.
"Wait how did you just lie?!"
"I have my ways Granger." He winks and I scrutinize him until I find nothing that gives him away.
"Whatever Malfoy, I wouldn't be surprised if it was true since you're such a manwhore." I respond scathingly, miffed that he has an advantage over me.
"You wound me, Granger! And you sound slightly jealous if I do say so myself." He says, grinning wickedly.
"As if, Malfoy." I scoff. "Anyway it's my turn. I choose Truth."
"What are you scared of a little Dare, Granger?"
"N-YES." I try to say NO and my mouth begins to form the words, but it's as if they're sucked back down and replaced by their truer counterpart. "I hate this." I mumble as Malfoy is cracking up next to me.
"Ugh fine, I choose Dare Malfoy! If you're done having a laugh, I'd like this to end as soon as possible."
"Okay…I dare you to take off your shirt." Malfoy grins as if he's really pleased with himself.
"Okay." I shrug and Malfoy looks surprised I don't argue. I take off my sweatshirt and he looks annoyed when he sees I'm wearing a camisole with my shorts.
"Not fair." He grumbles. I don't comment because I'm not sure what to say to the fact that Malfoy wants to see me shirtless.
"Truth or Dare, Malfoy?"
"Dare." I think it over for a second and get an idea from earlier.
"Okay, I dare you to say 'Hermione Granger is the smartest, prettiest witch I know and is infinitively much more intelligent than I am."
"I'm not saying that." Malfoy says seriously.
"Oh but you must. I dared you." I tell him persistently.
"I shan't." he mocks me.
"You shall."
"Fine. Hermione Granger is the smartest, prettiest witch I know and is infinitively much more intelligent than I am." He mutters under his breath.
"Oh thank you Malfoy, what a nice thing to say!" I exclaim, enjoying myself now.
"Shut it Granger, I didn't mean a word of it."
This time, I smile slowly as I come to a realization.
"Oh but you DID mean every word of it because you can only speak the truth! This is pure gold right here!" I can't help myself and start to double over, laughing. Malfoy just looks speechless for the first time since I've known him.
"You just admitted that I'm smart AND pretty AND I'm infinitively more intelligent than you! This is a momentous day!" Malfoy simply glares at me from his side of the couch and watches as I gloat.
"Whatever Granger, Truth or Dare?" he says grumpily. I want to continue making fun of him, but I the sooner this game is over, the sooner I get my Me time.
"Truth." I chirp. He perks up as if he's getting an idea.
"When was the last time you orgasmed, it can be from someone else or yourself?" his smirk is in full effect now and I shift uncomfortably on the couch, willing myself not to blush.
"That's a bit personal…" I grimace as I try to force the words from being released with great effort.
"So is my sexual history. So when was your last orgasm?" I can feel my cheeks flaming and I look at the red corduroy pattern beneath me, unable to suppress the word vomit any longer. I finally blurt out my answer in relief, fully aware of his eyes boring into my skull.
"Never."
AN: So yeah lol, the next chapter will be up tomorrow, it's only gonna be a two-shot. Leave me reviews pretty please! Oh and what do YOU think is gonna happen?