"Hermione? Was there supposed to be an officer's meeting?" Ginny asked, noting Hermione's entrance with her head still buried in manga. She noticed however, that Hermione was not answering her. She looked up, saw Hermione gaping at Draco, rolled her eyes, then returned to the manga.
"Grnager, do you have a problem or something?" Draco asked, beginning to feel very uncomfortable.
Squeaky had found a way to stare at Draco without gaping directly at him like Hermione was. She, instead was looking at his reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Draco noticed, and was inching further away from the two (although he wanted to remain on the bed as it was rather comfortable), and as he inched towards the edge of the bed, the straps jumped up and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. As he flailed, trying to loose himself, the straps at the other end got his ankles.
"What the fuck?!" Draco yelled, flailing harder. But as his ankles and wrists were strapped down, this pretty much resulted in pelvic thrusts. Hermione and Squeaky were mirrors of each other, both blushing, eyes wide, jaws on floor.
Lorn, on the other hand, reacted quite differently.
"Jeezus Christ Hermione, that's not even physically possible! Oh, it's burned on my eyelids, fuck!" He grimaced, and then smacked Hermione in an attempt to move her thoughts away from the ferret. "Squeaky! What the hell is wrong with you two? Gah!"
"Excuse me?! Can someone help me?! The bed's trying to eat me!" Draco yelped.
"I'll help, just stop flailing!" Lorn begged, cradling his skull.
Draco stilled himself and waited patiently. Lorn made no move to help. "Well?" He snapped.
"I'm just trying to figure out how to free you without trading spaces." Lorn said, musing over the straps. "And my thinking process would be much improved if someone weren't broadcasting mental images!" Lorn said, glaring at Hermione.
"Oh, is that a deterrent?" Hermione asked, sitting on the bed near Draco. Squeaky huffed up looking like some giant, demented teddy bear hamster and sat down inches from Hermione, shoving her off the bed. Hermione landed on the floor indignantly.
Drake crouched in a very catlike manner over Draco's wrists. He poked one of the straps with a peanut butter twix and the strap rippled, then tightened harder around Draco's wrist. He cried out in pain.
"Don't poke 'em!" Drake called to Lorn.
"Don't poke them!" Draco agreed, his voice sounding much higher pitched than was normal. The strap was tightening even more, he looked panicked. "Help! My hand's turning purple!"
This got Squeaky's attention as she rather liked Draco's hand the colour it was. Suddenly the straps disappeared. Draco sat up in relief, and began cradling his hand. Lorn stared at the bed, trying to figure it out.
Drake removed a pillow from its pillowcase and then began stuffing twixes in the pillowcase. "I really would love to stay and figure this place out, but alas, I have no desire to be eaten by a possessed bed. So if you'll excuse me-" Drake stopped short. He had now reached the wall where the door he'd entered through had been.
"Wh-where's the door?" Draco asked, looking panicked.
"It was right there." Drake said in a small voice.
"I KNOW WHERE IT WAS, I WANT TO KNOW WHERE IT IS NOW!!!" Draco screamed. He jumped up from the bed and ran over to where Drake was. He kicked the wall, and then hopped around for a minute on his injured foot. "Open up and let me out for crissakes!"
"We're trapped here?" Lorn asked. His eyes went wide with fear as he looked from Hermione, to Squeaky, to Draco to the assembled sexual paraphernalia. He grimaced. "Peachy."
Ginny looked up from her manga. She looked confused. "It's never done this before. Something must be wrong." She noted.
"Before…she has been here before!" Draco exclaimed. "Out with it Weasley, what is this place?" Draco demanded.
Ginny scowled, but answered anyway, as some unknown quality about Lorn intimidated her. "This is the Room of Requirement. It adjusts to what you want the most. I don't think it's ever had this many people coming in wanting different things, so it must be malfunctioning."
"Well…what if we all wish for a way out?" Drake asked.
"Yeah, yeah that sounds like a good idea." Draco said.
"I've never tried it from the inside before. You usually have to be outside the room…but I guess it's worth a try. Just visualize, I guess." Ginny instructed.
Lorn looked from Hermione, to Squeaky. "This isn't going to work." But he visualized the door anyway.
Sure enough, a door popped up in one wall. The boys cried out with relief and rushed for the door. And they almost made it before the chains and locks appeared too. Drake gaped at the chains, making some unintelligible sounds in the back of his throat. Draco kicked the door, and he was zapped.
"Ow!"
"Clearly, someone doesn't want us to leave this room." Lorn muttered.
"Gee, I-I wonder who it could be?" Squeaky said nonchalantly.
Straps had appeared on the bed again. They were lengthening slowly and moving in a snake-like manner towards Draco. Lorn smacked Squeaky and they retreated momentarily. Then they lengthened again. Lorn smacked Squeaky but nothing happened.
Draco backed himself into a corner. Somehow, he'd gotten it into his head that Lorn was the one making the bed go after him (it's not like the girls liked him for his brains) and he turned a pleading gaze to Lorn. "No! Don't make it eat me again!"
Lorn looked revolted. "Oh yes Ferret, I actually WANT to see you tied down. You know I'm the one who brought the whips too! This is all some kind of weird kink I have! I LIKE 'EM RODENTY!!!" Lorn screamed.
Lorn gave up on diverting Squeaky and Hermione's attention, and Draco found himself strapped down to the bed once more, this time spread-eagled. Hermione's eyebrow raised. She turned to Squeaky, who shrugged her shoulders.
And then the door opened. Drake sprinted towards it, but got zapped. Draven Silver stood in the doorway, looking as though he'd just come out of a pleasant fantasy with the zappy noise and now what sounded like a cat having its tail stepped on.
"Leave while you still can! We're prisoners!" Lorn called.
Draven took in the silk sheeted bed. "Looks like you're being well treated." He stepped over the threshold and the door bolted itself up again. He strolled over to the bed where Draco laid in a very vulnerable position. "Hey Ferret-boy."
"'Lo." Draco answered in a somewhat muffled voice. Draven casually stretched out next to him, and then rolled onto his side. He began to examine the straps.
"These are interesting things, aren't they?"
"Care to help me Silver?" Draco asked. A faint blush was just barely detectable. Hermione's eyes widened.
"I think I rather like you the way you are…if you don't mind." Draven answered casually.
"Well if the room were less crowded maybe." Draco said flirtatiously.
Squeaky was getting her possessive hamster look again.
*********Author's Notes**************
Sorry this one's a little short. I'll have more up as soon as I can think of what to add. I veered off a little from the game we played. In the game we talked about Draven but he never showed up. ^_^ So next chapter there will be some catfights, and Draco might actually notice he's being lusted after. After all, it's not like anyone there wants him for his brains or personality…
"Grnager, do you have a problem or something?" Draco asked, beginning to feel very uncomfortable.
Squeaky had found a way to stare at Draco without gaping directly at him like Hermione was. She, instead was looking at his reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Draco noticed, and was inching further away from the two (although he wanted to remain on the bed as it was rather comfortable), and as he inched towards the edge of the bed, the straps jumped up and grabbed his wrists, pinning him down. As he flailed, trying to loose himself, the straps at the other end got his ankles.
"What the fuck?!" Draco yelled, flailing harder. But as his ankles and wrists were strapped down, this pretty much resulted in pelvic thrusts. Hermione and Squeaky were mirrors of each other, both blushing, eyes wide, jaws on floor.
Lorn, on the other hand, reacted quite differently.
"Jeezus Christ Hermione, that's not even physically possible! Oh, it's burned on my eyelids, fuck!" He grimaced, and then smacked Hermione in an attempt to move her thoughts away from the ferret. "Squeaky! What the hell is wrong with you two? Gah!"
"Excuse me?! Can someone help me?! The bed's trying to eat me!" Draco yelped.
"I'll help, just stop flailing!" Lorn begged, cradling his skull.
Draco stilled himself and waited patiently. Lorn made no move to help. "Well?" He snapped.
"I'm just trying to figure out how to free you without trading spaces." Lorn said, musing over the straps. "And my thinking process would be much improved if someone weren't broadcasting mental images!" Lorn said, glaring at Hermione.
"Oh, is that a deterrent?" Hermione asked, sitting on the bed near Draco. Squeaky huffed up looking like some giant, demented teddy bear hamster and sat down inches from Hermione, shoving her off the bed. Hermione landed on the floor indignantly.
Drake crouched in a very catlike manner over Draco's wrists. He poked one of the straps with a peanut butter twix and the strap rippled, then tightened harder around Draco's wrist. He cried out in pain.
"Don't poke 'em!" Drake called to Lorn.
"Don't poke them!" Draco agreed, his voice sounding much higher pitched than was normal. The strap was tightening even more, he looked panicked. "Help! My hand's turning purple!"
This got Squeaky's attention as she rather liked Draco's hand the colour it was. Suddenly the straps disappeared. Draco sat up in relief, and began cradling his hand. Lorn stared at the bed, trying to figure it out.
Drake removed a pillow from its pillowcase and then began stuffing twixes in the pillowcase. "I really would love to stay and figure this place out, but alas, I have no desire to be eaten by a possessed bed. So if you'll excuse me-" Drake stopped short. He had now reached the wall where the door he'd entered through had been.
"Wh-where's the door?" Draco asked, looking panicked.
"It was right there." Drake said in a small voice.
"I KNOW WHERE IT WAS, I WANT TO KNOW WHERE IT IS NOW!!!" Draco screamed. He jumped up from the bed and ran over to where Drake was. He kicked the wall, and then hopped around for a minute on his injured foot. "Open up and let me out for crissakes!"
"We're trapped here?" Lorn asked. His eyes went wide with fear as he looked from Hermione, to Squeaky, to Draco to the assembled sexual paraphernalia. He grimaced. "Peachy."
Ginny looked up from her manga. She looked confused. "It's never done this before. Something must be wrong." She noted.
"Before…she has been here before!" Draco exclaimed. "Out with it Weasley, what is this place?" Draco demanded.
Ginny scowled, but answered anyway, as some unknown quality about Lorn intimidated her. "This is the Room of Requirement. It adjusts to what you want the most. I don't think it's ever had this many people coming in wanting different things, so it must be malfunctioning."
"Well…what if we all wish for a way out?" Drake asked.
"Yeah, yeah that sounds like a good idea." Draco said.
"I've never tried it from the inside before. You usually have to be outside the room…but I guess it's worth a try. Just visualize, I guess." Ginny instructed.
Lorn looked from Hermione, to Squeaky. "This isn't going to work." But he visualized the door anyway.
Sure enough, a door popped up in one wall. The boys cried out with relief and rushed for the door. And they almost made it before the chains and locks appeared too. Drake gaped at the chains, making some unintelligible sounds in the back of his throat. Draco kicked the door, and he was zapped.
"Ow!"
"Clearly, someone doesn't want us to leave this room." Lorn muttered.
"Gee, I-I wonder who it could be?" Squeaky said nonchalantly.
Straps had appeared on the bed again. They were lengthening slowly and moving in a snake-like manner towards Draco. Lorn smacked Squeaky and they retreated momentarily. Then they lengthened again. Lorn smacked Squeaky but nothing happened.
Draco backed himself into a corner. Somehow, he'd gotten it into his head that Lorn was the one making the bed go after him (it's not like the girls liked him for his brains) and he turned a pleading gaze to Lorn. "No! Don't make it eat me again!"
Lorn looked revolted. "Oh yes Ferret, I actually WANT to see you tied down. You know I'm the one who brought the whips too! This is all some kind of weird kink I have! I LIKE 'EM RODENTY!!!" Lorn screamed.
Lorn gave up on diverting Squeaky and Hermione's attention, and Draco found himself strapped down to the bed once more, this time spread-eagled. Hermione's eyebrow raised. She turned to Squeaky, who shrugged her shoulders.
And then the door opened. Drake sprinted towards it, but got zapped. Draven Silver stood in the doorway, looking as though he'd just come out of a pleasant fantasy with the zappy noise and now what sounded like a cat having its tail stepped on.
"Leave while you still can! We're prisoners!" Lorn called.
Draven took in the silk sheeted bed. "Looks like you're being well treated." He stepped over the threshold and the door bolted itself up again. He strolled over to the bed where Draco laid in a very vulnerable position. "Hey Ferret-boy."
"'Lo." Draco answered in a somewhat muffled voice. Draven casually stretched out next to him, and then rolled onto his side. He began to examine the straps.
"These are interesting things, aren't they?"
"Care to help me Silver?" Draco asked. A faint blush was just barely detectable. Hermione's eyes widened.
"I think I rather like you the way you are…if you don't mind." Draven answered casually.
"Well if the room were less crowded maybe." Draco said flirtatiously.
Squeaky was getting her possessive hamster look again.
*********Author's Notes**************
Sorry this one's a little short. I'll have more up as soon as I can think of what to add. I veered off a little from the game we played. In the game we talked about Draven but he never showed up. ^_^ So next chapter there will be some catfights, and Draco might actually notice he's being lusted after. After all, it's not like anyone there wants him for his brains or personality…