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"Did you ever even love me?"
That was a difficult question for him. But the deep hazel orbs glistening up at him made him tell the truth. This unbearable, stomach-twisting, pulse racing truth.
"I did. Eventually. Honestly, when it started I didn't. But the way you opened your heart and mind, the way you convinced our peers and the emotion you taught me to feel. Before this whole thing you see, I didn't own emotion. You could say I… I rented it. I could switch it off easily. But being with you, holding your hand and stroking your hair, I've never felt so aggravated, happy, nervous and crazed in my life. Sometimes all at the same time. I love you now. Isn't that enough?
She turned to walk away. Slowly, with the tears shining from the moonlight on her cheeks, she turned.
"Right now, no."
"Truth or dare?"
Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Millicent, Daphne, Crabbe and Goyle sat circular around the blazing fire. It was winter, and even Slytherin's' felt the cold, as though the 'freezing hearts' they owned had dispersed the feeling throughout their bodies until their fingertips felt like icicles.
"Don't be ridiculous Pansy, we're seventh years now, and we're way too intellectual to play such trivial drivel."
"C'mon baby," the dark haired girl whined as she clambered upon Draco's unwilling body. He stiffened with disgust, hoping she'd feel it and 'get the hint', "I want to play with you."
"Yeah Drake, the girl wants to play with you." Exclaimed Blaise with a smirk and a wink towards the blonde haired boy.
Draco was fighting with himself internally. He despised the game, a loathsome pastime for children with nothing better to do but make their so called friends show their bras or kiss their 'crush'. On the other hand though, Draco knew that if he said no and stalked up to his bedroom, the little tramp would follow him. Everyone thought he had slept with her, and he played along, not wanting to reveal to his peers that he, Draco Malfoy 'Slytherin's sex god', were in fact a virgin. Pansy only played along because one, she wanted people to think Draco found her attractive, and two, believed if she stuck along with the ploy he may one day actually sleep with her. He had to decide, which was the lesser of two evils?
"Fine, I'll play. But only if somebody gets me a fucking drink."
Pansy squealed, like a hog ready for a butcher, and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck like a constrictor. Draco squirmed under her grasp in an attempt to set himself free.
"Oh baby thank you! I'll start." She screeched out.
4 hours later and a lot of alcohol too the seven of them, completely inebriated, were still continuing with their game.
"Okay, okay, Millicent, Truth or dare?" Giggled Daphne.
"Uhhhh, well, dare, of course."
"I dare you, hmm, oh I know!" She screamed as she rose up onto her knees in order to exclaim her idea, "I dare you, to make out with Draco!"
"Well that's original Daphne." Draco said bitterly.
"Come on, you know you want to." Millicent puckered her lips and made slurping noises with her tongue.
Draco was nervous. He'd never really kissed anyone before, and due to his tolerance to alcohol he was much more sober than anybody else playing the game. Did he want his fist French kiss to be with a drunk troll? What if Millicent could tell how inexperienced he was? What if the group could see? What was he going to do? But it was too late, Millicent was looming over him, tongue standing at attention, ready to probe Draco's virgin mouth.
One minute later, a disgruntled Draco pulled back from a sloppy Millicent. Luckily for him, Millicent was drunk enough to cover up his innocence in this façade of his.
"Alright we're done here. My turn." Millicent groaned. "Draco. Truth or dare?"
"What, you can't pick me you fool, I just did one!"
"Actually, Drake, Millicent did."
Draco grumbled, unhappy with the targeting of the game.
"Dare."
A few whispers were exchanged between the group.
"No." Cried Pansy. "He's not doing that."
They huddled again, and angry whispers were then heard. Draco was nervous. He knew how cruel his friends could be, he'd been there to see it put into practice many a time before.
"Yes!" Shouted Blaise. "Draco."
"Just get it over with. What is it? Do you want me to get naked? Oh, how about I come on to a teacher? These are the classics aren't they?"
"No Drake, nothing like that."
His heart was beating erratically. His pulse was racing. His head was reeling. His face flushed. Would his terrible secret be revealed? An 18 year old virgin. He felt like if they found out he would be an outcast. He couldn't think of any other one in his year. That was a lie, he could think of one.
"Then what is it? Stop pratting about and just tell me."
"Draco Malfoy, we dare you to seduce Hermione Granger."
And she was the one.