Secrets and Dirty Deeds

By the Barefoot Pianist

Chapter 20

Carmen walked through the door of the common room, supported by Jade and Malfoy. She had continued her beer song up to thirty seven bottles of beer on the wall, but since she had something close to eleven pints of butterbeer, some of the alcohol had started to take effect. She ended up getting the whole pub singing along (while Crabbe and Goyle danced in the back ground), including a group of dwarves and a few hags, but the show had to end when a banshee decided to join in too.

"Thirty six bottles of beer on the wall…" Carmen chorused as they came in. All three of them slumped into a couch, exhausted from half carrying, half dragging Carmen from Hogsmeade. "Take one down… pass it around…"

"Shut… up…!" Malfoy yelled at her, his head resting back on the couch and his hands still in the supporting position, behind her back.

"Okay," she said in a small voice.

After a while, Jade got up, "I should go. I've got some stuff to do."

"Yeah, me too," Malfoy said and started to get up. But he was unable to. He looked down and found that Carmen had rapped her arms around his torso and was not letting go. "Okay, let go of me now," he said bluntly, but she still didn't move. "This isn't a joke…" he started to say, but a small snore interrupted him. She was asleep.

He gave a sigh. "Great," he said and tried his best to wriggle out of her grasp. But he was in vain. So he was stuck there, sitting on a couch while a drunken girl was clinging onto him in her sleep. "Great," he said again.

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"Jesus bloody Christ!" Carmen yelled out when her queen was brutally stomped on by Malfoy's night. Now Carmen was only left with her king, her knight her bishop and a handful of prawns... I mean, pawns.

Malfoy could be seen smirking his evil smirk, knowing that he now had the upper hand in the game. A little agitated, she massaged her temples trying to find a suitable (and hopefully not suicidal) move. At last she made a decision and said, "Knight to A1." Immediately, the black knight moved to the assigned spot.

"Castle to C1."

Shit, she thought. Her knight was cornered – even if she moved it, she'd still be killed. She moved her pawn a step forward, knowing what would happen next.

Malfoy gave a smirk behind his hand, and then said, "Castle to A1." Carmen couldn't help but grimace when her castle piece was smashed into splinters of wood. She reminded herself to start saving up for another set of chess pieces. "Your turn," he said politely, with an air of perky happiness.

Carmen scowled as she settled herself down to think of her next move. She sat there, staring at the chessboard for five minutes. Then ten. And fifteen, twenty, twenty-five. Malfoy finally got tired, after fruitless attempts in persuading her to move, he finally proposed, "Here, want some help?"

She looked at him in suspicion. "No," she growled. Her pride would kill her one of these days.

"Come off it," he said and got up and sat next to her to get a better look at the situation on the battlefield. He sat there for a while, leaning forward, concentrating hard. He then finally said, "You could move your king." She considered. It was possible. What did she have to lose? Nearly a whole chess set, her bet and most importantly her pride. Ah, she thought, fuck that.

"King to A1."

Bad choice. Very bad choice. Very, very bad choice – so bad that she was most definitely up shit creek without a fucking paddle and a shit-leaking hole in the bottom. However, Carmen was not aware of this as yet. Sweet revenge swept over her as her king demolished the offending castle.

She grinned to herself and looked towards Malfoy who still sat beside her. Despite the fact that he looked a little pale, he was his cool, collected self.

"Suck-" Carmen started to say, an attempt to tease him. But was then cut off when he brought himself forward, took her face with his two cold hands and kissed her confidently.

Carmen's eyes widened with dumbfounded surprise. Malfoy put down his bishop, "Checkmate," he said.

A/N: R&R Please! I guarantee that I will review your story, whether it's Harry Potter or not, if you review mine! I mean, it's only fair, right?

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!!!!!!! Mwa, I love this part. I mean, finally, but never too early or too late. Man, I love chess!

At this point in time, I'm reminiscing about the motor show I went to on Sunday… mmmmm. Apart from the fact that I love cars (yes, I do plan on having a 6.0 litre V8 Ute with bull-bar and air con etc… and one day, when I have my licence, I'm going to take it for a drive down a stretch of tar and put the pedal to the floor! 240 k/ph baby!) practically three quarters of the male teenage population was congregated in that one area… gawd, I had the best perve in ages! Not to mention, I just found out my neighbour is a seventeen year old guy… (His car was there at the show too). Despite his red hair (you know I love the Weasley twins) he's quite cute and he did happen to take his shirt off after a long bike ride… :P

Anyway, R&R please, if you want me to continue the story.