Part 13
Two hours later, Draco's friend, Marcus Flint, suggested playing "7 Minutes in Heaven". Marcus was explaining how the game worked.
"Right, all the girls pick a number from this hat, and all the guys choose a number from this hat," he ws saying. "Then each guy finds what girl has his matching number, and then he takes her into that closet, there, *points* for seven minutes."
"And does what?" Goyle grunted.
Here Flint gave Goyle his very best 'you-are-such-an-idiot' look. "And he snogs her, Goyle!" he said exasperated. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"You wanna play?" Draco asked Star, grinning broadly. Star blushed furiously.
"No, I don't think so," she mumbled quietly.
"Aww, c'mon, Star!" said Marcus. "We need one more girl to make it even."
Star heard Pansy Parkinson whisper loudly to Millicent Bulstrode, "What is it with Americans that makes them think they're always better than us?"
Draco smiled, and lowered his voice so that the others wouldn't hear, "What's the matter—you scared?"
It was a combination of these three that made Star relent, and join the game.
"Okay, then, pass around the hats, girls choose out of the blue one, guys out of the black one. Now! No one says what number they've got until it's his turn!" Marcus directed as he distributed the hats into the crowd.
The hats were passed around, when it was passed to her, Star withdrew a scrap of parchment with a number scrawled on it. She quickly folded it and stufed it into her robes pocket, afraid to look at it.
"Draco, you can go first," said Marcus.
"Me?!?" Draco said, looking surprised.
"Well, sure, it's your party," Marcus reasoned, so Draco shrugged, and, stepping forward, read off his number:
"One."
A high-pitched squeal erupted from the crowd; someone was fighting tooth and nail to get to the front. "Me! Me! I have 1!" she shrieked excitedly, brandishing her slip of parchment in the air, and jumping up and down and grinning like a ditzy Muggle cheerleader. The crowd parted. Draco's heart sank, as Pansy Parkinson, all smiles, and making eyes at Draco, stepped forward.
Two hours later, Draco's friend, Marcus Flint, suggested playing "7 Minutes in Heaven". Marcus was explaining how the game worked.
"Right, all the girls pick a number from this hat, and all the guys choose a number from this hat," he ws saying. "Then each guy finds what girl has his matching number, and then he takes her into that closet, there, *points* for seven minutes."
"And does what?" Goyle grunted.
Here Flint gave Goyle his very best 'you-are-such-an-idiot' look. "And he snogs her, Goyle!" he said exasperated. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
"You wanna play?" Draco asked Star, grinning broadly. Star blushed furiously.
"No, I don't think so," she mumbled quietly.
"Aww, c'mon, Star!" said Marcus. "We need one more girl to make it even."
Star heard Pansy Parkinson whisper loudly to Millicent Bulstrode, "What is it with Americans that makes them think they're always better than us?"
Draco smiled, and lowered his voice so that the others wouldn't hear, "What's the matter—you scared?"
It was a combination of these three that made Star relent, and join the game.
"Okay, then, pass around the hats, girls choose out of the blue one, guys out of the black one. Now! No one says what number they've got until it's his turn!" Marcus directed as he distributed the hats into the crowd.
The hats were passed around, when it was passed to her, Star withdrew a scrap of parchment with a number scrawled on it. She quickly folded it and stufed it into her robes pocket, afraid to look at it.
"Draco, you can go first," said Marcus.
"Me?!?" Draco said, looking surprised.
"Well, sure, it's your party," Marcus reasoned, so Draco shrugged, and, stepping forward, read off his number:
"One."
A high-pitched squeal erupted from the crowd; someone was fighting tooth and nail to get to the front. "Me! Me! I have 1!" she shrieked excitedly, brandishing her slip of parchment in the air, and jumping up and down and grinning like a ditzy Muggle cheerleader. The crowd parted. Draco's heart sank, as Pansy Parkinson, all smiles, and making eyes at Draco, stepped forward.