Chapter 3 Uncontrolled Hormones

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Draco couldn't even bloody breathe properly. That fucking bastard. How dare he do this to Hermione!

Draco suddenly wanted to stick his wand up Weasel's arse. Even Potter looked like he was going to strangle the red-head.

"Coward," the said person whispered, sneering at the wand in front of his nose.

Alright. Deep breaths. Fuck.


"Draco!" Hermione said reproachfully. "And Harry Potter, if you do that again, I'm telling Kingsley."

"Sorry Hermione," Harry said, rather sheepishly.

"Did you really mean to give him tentacles on his butt, hairy caterpillar eyebrows, a potato nose and an afro?" she asked, inspecting Ron with interest. He was also currently sprouting a rather large batch of boils.

"I think I did the tentacles, but who made the afro? It has a rather nice touch to it," Draco commented, prodding Ron's puffed-up hair with his toe.

Harry frowned. "I only did the nose."

Ringing laughter came from the doorway.

"I did it," a grinning Pansy said, stepping into the house.

"You left the door open," Luna informed a quite astonished Harry, following her inside. "I added the eyebrows. They do quite suit him, don't they?" she said dreamily, squeezing Hermione's hand.

"Yes they do, Luna, thank you very much," she answered warmly.

Draco nodded in agreement from his perch on the bar stool in front of the kitchen, where he was currently rummaging through Harry's secret stash of Red Vines.

"Oi, Malfoy. Don't think I can't-" Harry started, before being kissed on the cheek by Pansy, promptly dropping his wand.

"Whatever, Potter," Draco smirked. "Constant Vigilance," he added, watching as Harry turned red. "And you totally need to stock up on your supply," he sniggered, pointing to the cupboard.

Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione and Luna laughed at the lipstick stains on his cheek.

Hopping off the stool, Draco went to Hermione and placed his hands on her waist, dodging as Hermione swatted at him. Luna smiled serenely at them both and went to compliment on Harry and his collection of Muggle fashion magazines.

Grumbling, Hermione glared up at Draco, finally succumbing to his lips.

"GROSS DUDES!" Blaise Zabini exclaimed, appearing in the threshold. "Someone can't control their hormones," he chanted, grinning widely, his arm linked with none other than a fiery red-headed beauty.

"Don't mind him," Ginny said, rolling her eyes as they all started chuckling. "Got a bit too high on the alcohol just now."

"I got high on you, babes," Blaise grinned, pecking her on the lips. "Anyway, I called Nott to get some more drinks," he added, plonking himself onto the couch.

Ginny sat down beside him and started opening a bag of chips. Passing the packet to Blaise, she sniggered as Hermione pushed Draco away, discomfort fully etched on her face at the thought of displaying public affection.

"Looking bad there, Drake," Zabini chuckled, "I thought you were supposed to be the Slytherin Sex God?"

The Italian grunted as Draco socked him on the head.

Draco snatched the bag of chips from Ginny and dumped himself in between the couple.

"You're not too bad yourself, mate," he grinned widely, shoving chips down Blaise's opened mouth.

Snagging the packet again, Ginny thumped Draco on the head, making him wince. "I was eating that Malfoy," she growled, smiling as Draco mock-fainted. Beside her, Hermione giggled at the red-head's temper.

Everyone was chatting about Ron and his ferocious ways when the door-bell rang to reveal Theodore Nott. Shaking his head, which was wet with raindrops, he passed around the much-anticipated Firewhiskey, which were met with shouts of appreciation.

Luna smiled at the currently glowering Hermione, who was looking displeased with the behaviour of her fellow schoolmates. Then, stepping past the rowdy bunch, who were all sitting in a circle on the floor, she passed Teddy a towel, and pulled him down next to her.

"-and that is why, we need Firewhiskey for a game of Truth and Dare," Blaise was saying, as they joined the group. "Who's game?" he asked, looking around.

Draco smirked and put his arm around Hermione, who glared and elbowed him. "No worries there, Zabini. I say it's a must for everyone in this room," he replied, earning himself a death glare from Hermione. "Now, make it something interesting," he said. "Or I won't play."

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Of course, your majesty," he answered sarcastically. "Whatever you say."

Ron's unconscious body soon lay forgotten on the floor, when a furious knocking sounded from the door. Harry tore himself away from Pansy's arms and proceeded across the room, his wand readied in front of him.


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