A/N—I can't even believe how man people are following this story after one post! (ノヮ)ノ*:・゚
So here's another chapter since y'all motivated me!
Enjoy!
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Secrets In The Room of Requirement
By- RobinTheSlytherin
Chapter 2
Never Have I Ever
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A moment after the mysterious voice vanished, chaos erupted.
"This is all your fault Potter!" Malfoy ground out, rounding on the green-eyed boy. "Whenever something fucked up happens in this bloody castle- YOU are ALWAYS the cause!"
"I think you have me confused with someone else." Harry retorted, crossing his arms over his chest "Or did you forget that your dad licks Voldemort's boots whenever he calls?"
"This is obviously the mudbloods fault!" Pansy shrieked, pointing a perfectly manicure finger in Hermione's face.
"Hey! Leave Mione alone, you dumb bimbo!" Ron shouted back.
"Fuck off Weasel, you know she's right!" Theodore Nott shoved Ron, who then shoved him back.
Their voices rose until everyone was screaming at the top of their lungs at one another.
"Death Eater scum!"
"Stupid fucking orphan!"
"Snake bitch!"
"Useless ginger sidekick!"
"Oh, I'm not insulting you Malfoy- I'm describing you!"
"Oxygen thief!"
"Fuck off Potter! Last time I saw something like you, I flushed it!"
Hermione remained silent, rubbing her temple with the tip of her wand, as their voices became increasingly loud.
"Tell me Parkinson, do you still like nature despite what it did to your nose?"
"Oh, very witty! Shock me for once, and say something intelligent!"
Hermione's hazel eyes drifted behind the group and widened.
"um…guys?"
"-And your mother wears too much makeup!" Harry shouted inches from Malfoys face.
"At least I have a mother!" Draco laughed right back.
"Guys?"
"Hey Weasel, what's the difference between you and a brick?" Pansy cackled viciously "at least the brick gets laid!"
"Parkinson, your jokes are whore-able, just like you!" Ron snorted with a shake of his head.
"Guys, I think you should—"
"My humor is like fine food!" Parkinson giggled darkly behind her hand "Not everyone gets it- especially when you have a family as poor as yours!"
"Your mother should have swallowed you, Parkinson."
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT IT!?" Hermione screamed "AND PAY ATTENTION!"
All eyes turned on Hermione, who had been completely forgotten through the verbal war.
Hermione motioned for them to turn around.
The first thing they noticed was that the room was no longer empty. At its center sat six purple armchairs surrounding a round coffee table.
In the middle of the coffee table were six bottles of Fire Whiskey, and a white card with something written on it.
Hermione was the first to cross the room, snatching the card up.
"What's it say, Mione?" Harry asked walking to stand next to her.
"It's a game." Hermione replied, eyeing the card warily.
"Game?" Ron moved past Pansy "Hey- Is that Ogden's Best Whiskey?"
"Well then read it aloud, Granger!" Nott snapped.
Hermione threw a glare at the Slytherin before clearing her throat.
"To my honored guests, here is a game that might help break the ice." Hermione began, shifting uncomfortably "The game is called 'Never Have I Ever. You will take turns stating 'Never Have I Ever' followed by the statement of your choosing. If you have done what the statement suggests, you must take a drink. The bottles are charmed making lying or forfeiting the game impossible. The Whiskey has also been modified to keep whatever you learn from one another a secret. Thus, you will be unable to report anything you might hear. Do not skip your turn, or there will be consequences. Have fun...and its signed ROR."
"Bloody castle wants us to play a drinking game?" Ron exclaimed, then paused eyeing the bottles. "Well, at least its the good stuff. I'm in!"
Draco rolled his eyes, shoving past Pansy and Hermione.
"Screw it. I need a drink anyway." Malfoy sneered, snatching a bottle and sitting opposite of Ron "If it gets me out of here quicker, then I'll do it. And if its poison at least I won't have to subject myself to your company much longer."
Harry sat next to Ron and grabbed his own bottle. Hermione followed sitting next to Harry. Theodore and Pansy were the last to sit, eyeing the bottles suspiciously.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Malfoy snapped, crossing one leg elegantly over the other "Hurry up. The sooner we finish the task the sooner we can get out of here!"
Pansy huffed as she sat next to Draco, pulling Theo behind her.
Soon everyone had a bottle. They glanced around at each other before Harry broke the silence.
"I guess I can go first." Harry leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Big surprise there." Draco muttered contemptuously.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the blond, as he cleared his throat.
"Okay…um. How about something easy to start?" Harry offered, stroking. His knees "Never have I ever, um…had a crush on a Professor!"
Draco, Pansy, Ron, and to the Slytherins surprise- Hermione took a drink.
The charms around the bottles forced their hands to bring the whiskey to their lips to drink.
Hermione nearly choked, earning an amused look from Draco.
"What's wrong Granger, haven't you ever drunk before?"
Hermione continued to cough as she shook her head.
Draco snorted as she continued to cough, still looking highly amused "So? Who was it Granger?"
"W-what?"
"Your crush, of course." Draco smirked wickedly "The spell summited you to drink. So, who was your professor crush?"
"Mind your own business Malfoy!" Hermione snapped back. "
Next to her Harry and Ron hid their knowing grins behind their hands.
Hermione glared at the boys, threatening them with her eyes.
"Shut it!"
"But its sooo good!" Harry laughed, leaning against Ron for support.
Pansy leaned in eagerly, giddy at the chance of knowing an embarrassing tid-bit.
"Seriously Mione! You used to outline his schedule in little pink hearts—"
"Say another word, Harry James Potter, and I swear Ill make sure you never get back your Firebolt from McGonagall!"
Harry promptly shut up, causing the Slytherins to glance at one another, impressed at the power Granger had over the boy wonder.
Ron smiled mischievously as he leaned forward and whispered "Lockhart!"
"RONALD WEASLEY!"
"What? You threatened Harry not me! And besides, the bottles are charmed to prevent anyone from spilling the beans." Ron grinned, throwing Hermione a wink "I guess next time you'll agree to look over my Potions homework."
"I hate you so much right now." Hermione blushed, burying her face in her hands.
Draco smiled wolfishly.
"So Granger," Draco said pleasantly, examining his nails "into blondes are you?"
"You wish you foul little—"
"Mione?" Harry coughed motioning to Ron.
"Oh right. My turn." Ron coughed away his laughter, sitting with one leg hanging over the arm of his chair "Never have I ever had a crush on someone of my own gender."
Ron said it as a half joke, but was surprised as Harry raised his bottle to his lips to take a drink. But his surprise was nothing compared to the Slytherins reaction. Theodore Nott who drank his whiskey proudly, with a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Harry on the other hand blushed a deep shade of red, looking mortified.
Ron blinked, looking pale.
"Mate?...are you," Ron paused, leaning over to place his hand on Harrys back "Do…Do you like guys?"
"So what if I do?" Harry said in a small voice, sinking into the armchair.
"Yeah, so what if he does?" Theodore Nott interjected, causing Draco to cock an eyebrow in surprise at his housemate defending Potter
"Got something against that Weasel?"
"What?! No! Harry, you know I don't care about that!" Ron protested, grabbing Harry's hand in his "You're my best mate! I'm just surprised I hadn't figured something like that out! I'm so thick!"
Harry shrugged, looking up to meet Nott's cold blue eyes for a fraction of a second.
"After Cho, I sorta just figured it out." Harry shrugged again "I don't really wanna talk about it."
Theodore Nott looked at Harry sharply, narrowing his blue eyes.
"That's so like a Gryffindor to be so melodramatic." Nott rolled his eyes at Harry "So you like guys. So, what? I like guys. You're making it a bigger deal than it is Potty."
" I'd rather not talk about it, okay?" Harry snapped, clearly aggravated.
"Merlin Potter, its not like its taboo or anything." Nott replied with a scoff.
Harry looked up suddenly, cocking his head.
"What do you mean? Of course, it is!" Harry shouted incredulously "Uncle Vernon says….nevermind."
"Harry?" Hermione touched the boys hand with concern "What did your uncle say?"
"Nothing. Just that faggots like me were unnatural." Harry said causing Ron to gasp.
"Harry don't say that!" Hermione exclaimed.
"But hes right, Mione…It isn't natural. I'm suppose to like girls." Harry said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Mate that's only a stigma in muggle society. It's a prejudice that doesn't carry in our world" Ron explained quietly, as Hermione nodded in agreement "Wizards and witches live much longer than muggles, and the pressure of reproducing to further the family line is lightened. In a lot of ways, we're more open minded than muggles."
"and in other ways," Harry replied, glaring contemptuously Draco Malfoy "We're just as narrow minded and bigoted."
Draco, Pansy, and Theo studied Potters sudden outburst. They glanced at his friends and then towards each other.
"You're an idiot Potter." Pansy said, unconsciously slapping her hand on her thigh in frustration "And so are your filthy muggles! Whatever your uncle said to you is rubbish, and if you were smart you'd curse that animal you call an uncle, and stand in your truth!"
Harry averted his eyes and blushed, not liking how it felt to have a Slytherin give him well meaning advice.
Even in her own barbarous way, Pansy Parkinson seemed to trouble herself on Harry's behalf.
Draco rolled his eyes as he watched the scene before him "If Potter doesn't want to talk about himself -which would be a first- then do the rest of us a favor and shut the hell up! What do we care what gender he gets a hard in for?" Draco huffed "Anyway. Its my turn. Never have I ever done something that would send me to Azkaban!"
This time only Hermione and Harry lifted their bottles.
Draco eyed Hermione in a new light, with something akin to respect.
"Well out with it Mudblood, what did you do?"
"Stop calling her that you inbred piece of shit!" Ron shouted at Draco who turned to give him an strange expression.
"You're just as much of an inbred as I am, Weasel. Or has being a blood traitor really made you forget that?" Malfoy smirked in cruel satisfaction. "Maybe you want to be a Mudblood yourself."
"You son of a—"
"I aided and abetted a convict from Azkaban in escaping the dementors kiss by going back in time and breaking the laws of time magic." Hermione blurted out, causing a silence to fall.
For almost minuet no one spoke and stared at Hermione Granger as if she grew a second head.
"Yep. Me too." Harry smiled, breaking the silence "Oh. And I killed Professor Quirrell when I was eleven."
Pansy nearly fell out of her seat as everyone's favorite hero, Harry-do-no-wrong- Potter, confessed to killing someone.
Nott looked between them. His eyes landed on Harry who tensed under his calculating blue eyes.
"Why did you kill him?" Theodore asked, genuinely interested.
Harry bit his lip as he looked up at Nott with a strange feeling building up in his chest.
"He was housing Voldemort as a parasitical spirit under his turban, and tried to steal the Sorcerers Stone…oh, and he tried choking me to death." Harry explained, with a shrug.
"Merlin's saggy nuts, Potter!" Draco groaned in exhaustion "Why do you always get caught up in the weirdest shit?"
"Its not my fault!"
"Oh yes. I'm sure its never your fault!" Draco scoffed, running a hand through his pale blonde hair. "Nothing is ever your fault! Poor pathetic Potter, with the whole world against him!"
Theodore Nott cleared his throat "Can we just get on with it? Its my turn…Never have I ever snuck into another houses dorm."
This time everyone raised their glasses to their lips, causing everyone to crack a genuine smile.
Harry and Ron glanced at one another.
"Slytherin" they confessed in unison, which earned withering glares from Pansy and Draco.
"We thought Malfoy was the heir of Slytherin in second year." Ron explained
Draco raised a arched eyebrow.
"I'm flattered. You were wrong, but I'm flattered." He muttered in a deadpan tone. "I was invited into Ravenclaw tower with Pansy last year for a party. We got smashed and passed out in their secret library wearing Ravenclaw house colors. It was fun."
Hermione bit her lip as Harry and Ron looked at her expectantly.
"Last year…um…Viktor invited me aboard the Drumstrang ship, and I visited their dorms for…ahem…um. Dinner." Hermione muttered quietly, flattening the pleats of her skirt.
"I TOLD YOU!" Ron shouted, leaping to his feet, pointing down at Harry "Didn't I tell her that Bulgarian had more on his mind than friendship? Ha! Magical cooperation my ass!"
"You banged the Bulgarian Bon-Bon, Granger?!" Draco choked out "Isn't he like twenty?!"
"He's eighteen! And no we didn't do it!" Hermione cried, shoving Ron away from her "He was a complete gentleman. We had dinner and he took me for a walk on the deck of the ship. In the end all me did was make out, which I thoroughly enjoyed, Ronald!"
Draco began a slow clap that Nott and Pansy joined.
"Way to go Granger. Didn't know you had it in you." Pansy snorted.
"Whatever Parkinson." Hermione blew off, turning to Nott who was currently eyeballing Harry.
"And you Nott? What house did you sneak into?"
"Oh, I didn't sneak." Theodore Nott smiled slyly, resting his chin on his hand, glancing at Harry "Seventh year Hufflepuff invited me into his dorm, and we fucked like rabbits in a garish yellow room."
Seeing everyone's stunned faces Nott smirked, winking at Hermione.
"Oh, I mean we had dinner, and then he took me for a lovely walk." Theo said quickly, causing everyone to laugh.
"Okay. My turn!" Pansy smirked, tapping her chin thoughtfully "how about... Never have I ever wished I had another family."
The laughter stopped when Draco and Harry stared at one another as the charm compelled them to drink.
"This game is stupid!" Draco snapped as he tried to throw his bottle, but it refused to leave his hand.
"Looks like the question touched a nerve." Harry muttered, raising his eyebrows at Malfoys reaction.
"I love my family, Potter, and they love me!" Draco shouted, as he paled "But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
"Well, duh." Harry said obviously "My family sucks, and apparently so does yours."
"You don't know shit about belonging to a real family, Potter!" Draco sneered despite the flicker of hurt behind his pale grey eyes "You can only dream about having a family like mine!"
"So why did the charm force you to drink?" Harry asked, unaffected by the Slytherins words. "Look Malfoy, I get it. Okay? We can't choose our family, or the bullshit they do to us or put us through. I know that better than anyone."
"Fuck off scar head! The room is clearly cheating!" Draco barked, kicking the coffee table so hard it banged against the golden trios shins painfully.
"Ouch! Methinks the ferret doth protest too much!" Hermione glared at the blonde, who glared right back at her.
"No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood- or haven't I told you this before?!"
"That's IT Malfoy!" Ron shouted raising his bottle to his lips.
"Ron stop!" Hermione begged, reaching over Harry to pull on his robes. "Its not your turn!"
"Let's see how you enjoy being attacked!" Ron snarled, pushing Hermione's hands away from him. "Never have I ever taken the Dark Mark!"
A heavy silence followed as all three Slytherins brought the bottle of whiskey to their lips and drank deeply.
As Pansy drank her eyes glazed over with unshed tears. She paled as if her body fought not to betray her
Theo's hand shook as he swallowed, looking haunted and torn.
Draco, however, drank deeply as if the question hasn't bothered him at all.
When he was finished, Draco sat back down and closed his grey eyes. He looked so tranquil until he opened his mouth to speak.
"Like you said before, Potter." Draco said in a harsh, tired voice with his eyes still closed "We can't choose our family, nor the things we're forced to do because of them. So why think about it at all?"
Harry's face crumpled, and for the first time he stared at Draco Malfoy in a new light.
The things we're forced to do because of them…
"You're…a Death Eater?" Hermione asked in a tone barely above a whisper.
Draco opened his eyes and stared at Hermione with an unreadable expression.
"What do you think, Granger?" Draco asked as he pulled up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark burned painfully into his pale flesh.
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A/N—I've been asked if this fic would be Death Eater centered. And the answer is yes… among a variety of other things that will contribute to the plot!
