Happy Halloween! Chapter two
A/N Yay! Xmas is here, no more school for two weeks! LoTRII! PARTIES! I'm ignoring the whole revision thing for now, along with all the once in royal crap, no offence meant it's just meaningless to me. Anyways, here comes the best bit! Harry/Draco and Hermione x ?! Just you wait! If you were wondering, it's the trio's final year, and the rest are visitors for a Halloween reunion ball kinda thing.
Back in the great hall, the ball was in full swing, Sirius had somehow managed to charm a dance with Professor Macgonagall and the pair were foxtrotting around the room with some style, much to Remus' amusement and Snape's annoyance. The students also appeared to be enjoying themselves, past and present, although most of them were engaged elsewhere, mainly in the grounds. The band this year, a rock group led by Bill Weasley, were slamming out the most raucous chords ever to shake Hogwarts' foundations to great applause.
It was a truly spectacular event, the only person not smiling being Snape who as ever stood to one side, arms crossed like a barrier across his chest and his most antisocial scowl written across his sour features. Silently, Harry and Draco crept past him, making their way towards the knot of adoring England Quiddich fans that had surrounded Madame Hooch and her former favourites that had gone on to form the youngest and most dynamic Quiddich squad England had had yet. Of course there were a few members missing, in fact there were only two members of the team there, the rest having escaped long before, trying to avoid the blinding glare of Colin Creevey's photographic flash.
These two remaining players were Katie Bell and Cersei Daenarys, who had transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons for her final two years. Draco tweaked Cercei's sleeve discreetly, "Cerce!" he whispered in her ear, "We need a word."
Oliver Wood, captain of the England Quiddich team and ex Hogwarts student sat alone, leaning against one of the tall Quiddich goal posts. He, just like Snape, was one of the unlucky few to have no one to dance with, or even speak to, although at least Snape thought he had no one to talk to, not being accustomed to speaking civilly to anyone very often. However, Oliver Wood was completely alone, the half empty bottle of butterbeer being his only companion and comfort against the chill wind that knifed through the thin fabric of his dressrobes. Suddenly, there was a rustle behind him, and as he turned he spied two figures materialising beside the right-most goal post.
"Hey boss! Stood up again for the ball?" Oliver winced; it was painfully true, Malfoy's words only driving the truth home even more harshly. This was the third time he'd been dropped, despite his good looks and captaincy, the girls just found him more entertaining floundering for words as they waltzed away with another guy, although this time it had been a girl. That had really stung. He dragged himself to his feet,
"Malfoy, Potter." He greeted them. Malfoy was grinning is characteristic evil grin, even more unnerving in the moonlight as his eyes, hair and teeth glimmered eerily. Potter too was smiling a small, secretive smile, something was definitely up. "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously, eyes narrowing.
Malfoy's expression became even more cunning, "We were wondering how to get you what you want actually, seeing as how you're such a total failure with women"
"You'd be making somebody extra happy if you agree." Harry added.
"Who? And agree to what?" Oliver was suddenly becoming very curious, cursing himself for getting too easily entangled in wild schemes. Draco's grin was becoming more and more mischievous, "You'd never believe me in a million years, but it's Hermione."
Back on top of the astronomy tower, things were getting pretty rowdy. Truth or Dare had been ditched in preference to the faster paced question game, and considering the amount of firewhisky the players had imbibed, they were doing pretty well.
"Have you ever gotten off with a broomstick?" Fred asked Angelina very quickly
"Would you jack yourself with someone watching" she fired back quicker.
Cho yawned, "Would someone rub my back?" George stared,
"That's not a proper question!" Cho grinned,
"Gotcha! Now drink!" Fred slapped his twin on the back in consolation,
"S'all right, that was the one clever one she's got."
"Do you find Snape attractive?" Alicia half accused Fred, who spluttered,
"Bleaurgh! Never!" before realising his mistake. Hermione grinned,
"Would you go with the Bloody Baron?" Angelina blanched, remembering a nasty moment in the prefect's bathroom, but recovered herself in the nick of time, "Have you ever gone with Ron?" Hermione looked daggers at her,
"What do you do with Fred at those post match celebrations of yours?"
"Have you ever watched Harry jack off in his sleep over Draco?"
"Would you do Macgonagall?"
"I don't know! Would.shit!" Fred downed the third shot this round. "Bloody hell!" he slurred, "Angelina, have you ever slept with Freorge?"
"Who's Freorge?" Alicia blinked, confused.
"Yeah! Who is he, can't be both can he?" Cho, having drunk slightly less was still sober enough to realise that somehow Fred and George had become one. Fred waved his hands dismissively, "Sod off! I don' know anyfing many ore!"
For some reason, Harry and Draco hadn't been asked anything yet, and puzzled, Hermione turned her bleary eyes to where she thought she'd seen them last. There was someone else with them, but she couldn't quite see who it was. Are you Freorge?" He, for she assumed them to be male, didn't answer, instead Draco's drawling voice sneered,
"If you wasted losers are finished with your silly games, may I suggest something a little more amusing?" Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George turned their heads expectantly at the obvious innuendo in his voice. "Suggest on, man!" Draco smiled, this was easier than getting Hagrid to adopt a dragon.
"A game of my own devising, a cross between truth or dare and spin the bottle. Everyone in?"
"We are if no one else is!" the twins leered, dragging Alicia and Angelina closer. The last remaining shred of reason inside Hermione Granger opened its mouth in protest, only to be bludgeoned into silence by her intoxicated inhibitions. "Count me in" she grinned inanely, almost in unison with Cho.
"Excellent," purred Draco, patting Wood on the back as he stroked Harry's thigh, "here are my rules;."
A/N Sorry this has taken way too long, but my exams are in two weeks and I'm trying to find a home for my old pony while desperately seeking a new equine partner. Happy New Year and good luck to all you ppl doin exams! Love as always to Emma and KT.
A/N Yay! Xmas is here, no more school for two weeks! LoTRII! PARTIES! I'm ignoring the whole revision thing for now, along with all the once in royal crap, no offence meant it's just meaningless to me. Anyways, here comes the best bit! Harry/Draco and Hermione x ?! Just you wait! If you were wondering, it's the trio's final year, and the rest are visitors for a Halloween reunion ball kinda thing.
Back in the great hall, the ball was in full swing, Sirius had somehow managed to charm a dance with Professor Macgonagall and the pair were foxtrotting around the room with some style, much to Remus' amusement and Snape's annoyance. The students also appeared to be enjoying themselves, past and present, although most of them were engaged elsewhere, mainly in the grounds. The band this year, a rock group led by Bill Weasley, were slamming out the most raucous chords ever to shake Hogwarts' foundations to great applause.
It was a truly spectacular event, the only person not smiling being Snape who as ever stood to one side, arms crossed like a barrier across his chest and his most antisocial scowl written across his sour features. Silently, Harry and Draco crept past him, making their way towards the knot of adoring England Quiddich fans that had surrounded Madame Hooch and her former favourites that had gone on to form the youngest and most dynamic Quiddich squad England had had yet. Of course there were a few members missing, in fact there were only two members of the team there, the rest having escaped long before, trying to avoid the blinding glare of Colin Creevey's photographic flash.
These two remaining players were Katie Bell and Cersei Daenarys, who had transferred to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons for her final two years. Draco tweaked Cercei's sleeve discreetly, "Cerce!" he whispered in her ear, "We need a word."
Oliver Wood, captain of the England Quiddich team and ex Hogwarts student sat alone, leaning against one of the tall Quiddich goal posts. He, just like Snape, was one of the unlucky few to have no one to dance with, or even speak to, although at least Snape thought he had no one to talk to, not being accustomed to speaking civilly to anyone very often. However, Oliver Wood was completely alone, the half empty bottle of butterbeer being his only companion and comfort against the chill wind that knifed through the thin fabric of his dressrobes. Suddenly, there was a rustle behind him, and as he turned he spied two figures materialising beside the right-most goal post.
"Hey boss! Stood up again for the ball?" Oliver winced; it was painfully true, Malfoy's words only driving the truth home even more harshly. This was the third time he'd been dropped, despite his good looks and captaincy, the girls just found him more entertaining floundering for words as they waltzed away with another guy, although this time it had been a girl. That had really stung. He dragged himself to his feet,
"Malfoy, Potter." He greeted them. Malfoy was grinning is characteristic evil grin, even more unnerving in the moonlight as his eyes, hair and teeth glimmered eerily. Potter too was smiling a small, secretive smile, something was definitely up. "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously, eyes narrowing.
Malfoy's expression became even more cunning, "We were wondering how to get you what you want actually, seeing as how you're such a total failure with women"
"You'd be making somebody extra happy if you agree." Harry added.
"Who? And agree to what?" Oliver was suddenly becoming very curious, cursing himself for getting too easily entangled in wild schemes. Draco's grin was becoming more and more mischievous, "You'd never believe me in a million years, but it's Hermione."
Back on top of the astronomy tower, things were getting pretty rowdy. Truth or Dare had been ditched in preference to the faster paced question game, and considering the amount of firewhisky the players had imbibed, they were doing pretty well.
"Have you ever gotten off with a broomstick?" Fred asked Angelina very quickly
"Would you jack yourself with someone watching" she fired back quicker.
Cho yawned, "Would someone rub my back?" George stared,
"That's not a proper question!" Cho grinned,
"Gotcha! Now drink!" Fred slapped his twin on the back in consolation,
"S'all right, that was the one clever one she's got."
"Do you find Snape attractive?" Alicia half accused Fred, who spluttered,
"Bleaurgh! Never!" before realising his mistake. Hermione grinned,
"Would you go with the Bloody Baron?" Angelina blanched, remembering a nasty moment in the prefect's bathroom, but recovered herself in the nick of time, "Have you ever gone with Ron?" Hermione looked daggers at her,
"What do you do with Fred at those post match celebrations of yours?"
"Have you ever watched Harry jack off in his sleep over Draco?"
"Would you do Macgonagall?"
"I don't know! Would.shit!" Fred downed the third shot this round. "Bloody hell!" he slurred, "Angelina, have you ever slept with Freorge?"
"Who's Freorge?" Alicia blinked, confused.
"Yeah! Who is he, can't be both can he?" Cho, having drunk slightly less was still sober enough to realise that somehow Fred and George had become one. Fred waved his hands dismissively, "Sod off! I don' know anyfing many ore!"
For some reason, Harry and Draco hadn't been asked anything yet, and puzzled, Hermione turned her bleary eyes to where she thought she'd seen them last. There was someone else with them, but she couldn't quite see who it was. Are you Freorge?" He, for she assumed them to be male, didn't answer, instead Draco's drawling voice sneered,
"If you wasted losers are finished with your silly games, may I suggest something a little more amusing?" Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George turned their heads expectantly at the obvious innuendo in his voice. "Suggest on, man!" Draco smiled, this was easier than getting Hagrid to adopt a dragon.
"A game of my own devising, a cross between truth or dare and spin the bottle. Everyone in?"
"We are if no one else is!" the twins leered, dragging Alicia and Angelina closer. The last remaining shred of reason inside Hermione Granger opened its mouth in protest, only to be bludgeoned into silence by her intoxicated inhibitions. "Count me in" she grinned inanely, almost in unison with Cho.
"Excellent," purred Draco, patting Wood on the back as he stroked Harry's thigh, "here are my rules;."
A/N Sorry this has taken way too long, but my exams are in two weeks and I'm trying to find a home for my old pony while desperately seeking a new equine partner. Happy New Year and good luck to all you ppl doin exams! Love as always to Emma and KT.