Draco kept his eyes locked on hers. Hermione noticed how his normally gray orbs seemed to emanate a slightly darker tint, almost reflecting the stormy night surrounding them.
Hermione couldn't tell whether the alcohol had maybe started to catch up with him. Maybe it was the dim lighting in the library that evening, but something was simmering behind those eyes. Hermione felt a little excited by this, and the smallest bit frightened, although she would never admit it.
Lightening flash blasted through the library for a second time, killing the power and simultaneously illuminating Draco's figure in the dark. In Hermione's eyes, he looked much bigger than she remembered, his face more aged and experienced.
"Truth or dare, Granger?" He spoke slowly.
"Oh no! I went along with your immature game, but I absolutely refuse to play in the dark with you." Hermione spoke quickly, "I have absolutely no idea where those hands of yours with might slither off to! I've heard where they've been..."
Draco chuckled for a split second but closed his mouth after noticing her serious expression.
"Ouch, that stung a bit Granger." Said Draco, feigning hurt feelings while making a pouty face, resting a hand over his heart "But fine, we'll lighten it up a bit."
He threw back another shot, just for the hell of it, and went to reach for his wand. Being that it was resting on the ground, nearly a foot behind Hermione's back, Draco propped himself up on his knees and reached over her lap and behind her back to retrieve it.
This act brought her face dangerously close to his chest; his hand barely brushing her thigh as he stretched over her. Her breath hitched, and she could literally feel her heart catch in her throat as he paused. She could feel his breath land lightly on her neck as he muttered the Lumos incantation. He smelled of Vodka and cologne.
As a small portion of the room was lit up from his wand, Draco and Hermione could now see each others eyes and realization sunk in of how close their faces actually were. Hermione's head swam with intoxication and Draco jerked backwards into a sitting position. Both were quiet for a moment and avoided the gaze of the person sitting opposite them.
"I think we may need a few more drinks…" Hermione said almost inaudibly.
"I think you're right." Draco said back. He unscrewed the bottle and set it between them.
"So… truth or dare?" He asked, gaining a bit of confidence back now that the ball was back in his court.
"Dare." Hermione replied at once, knowing she would lose her nerve if she didn't answer promptly.
The most prominent smirk appeared on Draco's face, which was soon masked by an equally dangerous smile. His eyes glinted in the candle-like light given off from his wand.
"I dare you to strip for me," Hermione immediately smacked him on the shoulder. He burst out laughing. "Hey! I didn't mean completely naked, just to bra and panties."
Draco winked at her. She scoffed.
Normally, Hermione would completely protest to this, and Draco expected it. However, Hermione wanted to give him a reason not to think she was some innocent little girl who had no experience, even if it was true.
She shot a small smirk back at him, took a swig from the bottle, and choked only a little this time. Draco thought this was her equivalent of a 'pass' but was stopped in his tracks as she reached for the hem of her blouse and pulled the shirt over her head. She revealed a white bra which contrasted beautifully with her tanned skin.
Draco lifted and eyebrow and fought not to let his jaw fall open. He didn't make a sound as she stood up from her previous position, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down over her shapely legs. Draco couldn't help but gawk at her plain white thong and she quickly sat down and crossed her arms over her lap.
The self consciousness beginning to set in realizing she was sitting half naked in front of the most sexually experienced guy at Hogwarts. It was now her turn again, and in an attempt to regain her composure, she spoke.
"Payback's a bitch, Malfoy. Truth or Dare?"