Game of Seduction
PG-13 (for now)
Ryo Angel
Truth, Dare, or Strip - Round Two ---
Draco's turn again. Everyone bit their lips as he spun the bottle. They prayed. They hoped. Some even closed their eyes and whispered a spell or three. The bottle slowed and stopped. Again at Draco. He narrowed his eyes and spat out a couple of choice words.
"Now, now. Be nice Draco." Hermione cautioned, picking the bottle up and pouring him a shot. Draco snatched the cup and downed it before throwing the cup in the fire, loving the sound of glass shattering. "Stupid game."
"You're the one that thought of it, hon." Hermione placed the bottle in the middle, ignoring the looks and whispers around her as everyone digested her words. "Your turn Ron." She gestured, "Spin it good." She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. His eyes lingered on them as his hands gave the bottle a wobbly send-off. It circled everyone once, twice and stopped. "Blaise, truth or dare?"
"Two dares... I'll go with a truth." The Slytherin sat back and smiled, "Do your worst."
"Oh, come on Blaisey!" Draco held a bottle of milky concoction in his hands, "Truth? Are you a Slytherin or are you a snake?" He took a swig and stopped think about what he said, "Snake..." He whispered, twirling his tongue and giggling like crazy.
"Oh. Kay." Ron peeled his eyes of the spectacle that is Draco and turned to Blaise, "Well... um, I actually half expected you to pick dare... let's see... truth... truth..." Come on Ronald Weasley, think of some good blackmail questions! "Is it true you're a fag?"
Blaise looked bemused, "Why? Girls just aren't cutting it with you?" He leaned in forward, "Need some MAN action?" He winked.
Ron turned another shade of deep red as Blaise chuckled, "Half and half. I'm bisexual... and..." Blaise gave Ron an once-over, taking in his lanky form and sweet freckles, "I would personally give you some schooling... if you should want it." He winked again.
Everyone around them sported amused smiles as Ron poured himself a tall glass of Midnight Brew and gulped it down in a hurry. "I believe it's my turn." Blaise reached over and lazily gave the bottle a little spin and poor little Ginny froze as the snake looked her in the eyes and licked its chops, "Well? Truth or dare, little girl?" Blaise smiled a snaky smile of reassurance.
"Well..." Ginny hesitated, "Dare, I guess..."
Ron looked bugged eyed at her, "Dare? Ginny, you don't know what dares that snake would come up with!"
"Well, Ronny boy, I won't compromise your darling little sister. Don't worry about that..." Blaise blew him a kiss and Ron shrank back, shivering slightly and Hermione gave him a worried look, maybe Ron hasn't asked her to the dance yet because he wasn't interested in her... or any girls at all.
"I dare you to... dance." Blaise smiled at her, "Pole dance, to be exact."
Ginny frowned, "Isn't that what muggle strippers do...?" She paled at the thought, "Do... do I have to take off my clothes?" She asked in a whisper.
The poor girl. Blaise relented and shook his head, snapping his fingers to make a pole appear in the middle of the group, "Just a short four minute song and you can go. Take it or strip."
Ginny stood and walked slowly into the group, "I'll take it." She tilted up her head and Bon Jovi's It's My Life floated through and all watched as sweet innocent Ginny swayed to the music, wrapping her long legs around the pole and had her wicked way with it. She loosened a few buttons of her shirt and hiked her skirt up as she gave way to her inner animal instincts, the lyrics and music grabbing control of her, energy pumping through her veins. She grabbed the pole and swung herself around it, tilted her head up and threw back her hair as she blew kisses to Neville Longbottom who shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide a hard problem of his.
Four minutes were soon up and the music stopped. Ginny's eyes grew wide and she blushed furiously as catcalls were heard. Ron could only stare at his little sister with moth gaping, shocked to say anything. Imagine that! His own little sister!
Draco poured out a bit of his milky concoction and handed it to Ginny, sloshing a bit of it on Harry, "'ere ya go!" Ginny took it gratefully and stepped aside as Draco eyed the few drops that had landed on Harry's neck and licked his lips.
Ginny downed the concoction and blinked, surprised by its taste, "Draco...?"
"Shhh..." He giggled like mad, "Ish good?"
Ginny nodded and giggled slightly, "Berry vood." They both laughed at what she said and Hermione took it upon herself to try and snatch the bottle away from Draco and soon they were entwined in a game of tug and war.
"Ish mine! My preciousss!!" Draco tugged it free and hugged it to his chest, "Mine!" He pouted, looking at her from behind his long silver lashes, "But you can have shome." He poured a large glass of it and gave it to her, "Ish good."
Hermione took the glass and smelled it, eyes opening wide when she realized what it was.
"Drink!" Draco clink his precious with her wine glass and took a long swig from it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione do the same. "Ish good?" He asked hopefully.
Hermione giggled slightly and a little wobbly went to sit down next to Ron… or rather, sat on him. In his lap. "Ish berry good." She snuggled in and Ron froze, not knowing what to do. "Ginny spin!" Hermione demanded as she slowly sipped the milky substance. Merlin knows it's giving her a lot of courage that night.
Shaking her head slightly, Ginny spun the opaque bottle and watched it go round and round. "'arry!" Ginny giggled like a hyena, "Truth o' dare?"
"Dare." There wasn't a doubt. He's in Gryffindor, of course he's going to receive a dare.
Ginny bit her lips to hold back the laughter, "I dare you to give Draco a lap dance!!" The two girls that drank from Draco's precious giggled hysterically as Draco looked at Harry with sleepy eyes and a tantalizing smirk. "Refuse and strip alla way!"
"What?" Harry gaped, "I thought…"
"Alla way!" Hermione agreed, snuggling closer to her redhead, "Ronny soft and nice ta snuggle wit'" Hermione murmured as she wrapped his arms around her, "Wrap all up! Hide me from eberyone!"
Ron swallowed as he felt Hermione's warmth spread through him. He's holding her. Finally… not even in his wildest… well, perhaps in his wildest dreams. "Hermione…"
She looked at him, "Soft lips." She breathed, tracing his lips with her fingers, "Me kiss." And indeed she did. She replaced her fingers with her lips and softly gave him a chaste kiss, soft and innocent. "Sweet." She smiled happily as she snuggled back up on him to see what Harry would do.
At this point in time, many of the participants of the game were starting to down the hard liquor like no tomorrow, they were wondering if the people at the House of Gryffindor half-mad and gaped as Harry tossed down a glass of Midnight brew along with what suspiciously seemed to be a dash of Draco's precious before he hiccupped and then giggled slightly before he snapped his fingers.
Slow tantalizing music started to build and swell as Harry gave Draco the dared lap dance, grounding their hips together in tune with the music. More and more hard liquor were consumed as everyone wondered if they were going half-mad. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? Two mortal enemies having dry sex before their very eyes?! Harry was now running his hands along Draco's chest while his lower half was grinding down on his mortal enemy. The music dipped high to a shrill and then dropped as Harry pushed himself away from Draco and with a coy smile gave Draco a little show as he pulled his shirt high enough to show off his rock hard abs and… is that a nipple piercing?! It is!
Draco groaned as he tried to grab Harry, "I'll trade you my precious!!" He whined, waving the bottle filled with milky substance at Harry.
Harry tsked and shook his head, stepping away and sitting down as the music stopped, "Mah turn!" He said gleefully as he spun the bottle, "Ohhh!!" He clapped his hands, "Ron and Hermione! Truth or dare?"
Hermione only snuggled closer and Ron said meekly, "Truth."
Harry giggled and stuck out his tongue, "Do you lurrrve each other?"
By now, everyone had at least a sip from Draco's "precious" and they all started giggling as Ron turned a deep red and Hermione nodded enthusiastically, "Love you muchly!" She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a delicious kiss. "Mmm... Ron taste..." She giggled at what she said and turned to Harry, "What was the question again?"
The thought of Hermione not hearing what the question was gave everyone another round of hysterics and Harry crawled over to Draco and tried to wrestle his "precious" away from him.
"Mine!" Draco screamed, "Back off! Back off!" He grabbed at his "precious" and tried to put it as far away from Harry as possible, "You stealer!!" He shrilled, "Mine! Mine!"
"Gimme!" Harry lunged for it, "I'll hex you!"
"No! No!" Draco screamed like a girl as Harry straddled the smaller man and there were soon engaged in a round of tug of war as Harry got a good grip on Draco's "precious" and started pulling. "No! No! MIIINE!!"
Author's Notes
Hehehe... I'm sorry, I just had to do it. So it might not be funny to everyone out there, but it certainly is to me. Don't you just wonder what Draco's "precious" is? I think I'll write an interlude about that... I'll give a cookie to anyone that guesses it
And poor Draco, twice he spun and twice he missed and had to take a shot... maybe he'll have better luck next time... maybe.
But at least there's some (drunken) action between Ron and Hermione! Next update would be an interlude - Draco Malfoy and His "Precious"
After that is the aftermath, currently titled - The Good, the Ugly, and the Bad, which I'm debating whether or not to make it R from there on. Some people might find that mentioning alcohol somewhat adultish... but there's not a lot of language or violence. The harshest word said was hell, but it's actually a word in the dictionary... and people here are really using it quite literally... and I'm debating on some limeish action... so... well, what do you guys say?
Oh, oh, I need to write in a scene where Voldie dies. Somewhat serious and somewhat comical. How do you guys envision Voldemort dying?
Anyhoo, I'm updating from my college dorm! This is so exciting
To my reviewers: I don't have too much time to reply to everyone, but a thank-you to all that reviewed! Love you all!
Ryo Angel
Truth, Dare, or Strip - Round Two ---
Draco's turn again. Everyone bit their lips as he spun the bottle. They prayed. They hoped. Some even closed their eyes and whispered a spell or three. The bottle slowed and stopped. Again at Draco. He narrowed his eyes and spat out a couple of choice words.
"Now, now. Be nice Draco." Hermione cautioned, picking the bottle up and pouring him a shot. Draco snatched the cup and downed it before throwing the cup in the fire, loving the sound of glass shattering. "Stupid game."
"You're the one that thought of it, hon." Hermione placed the bottle in the middle, ignoring the looks and whispers around her as everyone digested her words. "Your turn Ron." She gestured, "Spin it good." She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. His eyes lingered on them as his hands gave the bottle a wobbly send-off. It circled everyone once, twice and stopped. "Blaise, truth or dare?"
"Two dares... I'll go with a truth." The Slytherin sat back and smiled, "Do your worst."
"Oh, come on Blaisey!" Draco held a bottle of milky concoction in his hands, "Truth? Are you a Slytherin or are you a snake?" He took a swig and stopped think about what he said, "Snake..." He whispered, twirling his tongue and giggling like crazy.
"Oh. Kay." Ron peeled his eyes of the spectacle that is Draco and turned to Blaise, "Well... um, I actually half expected you to pick dare... let's see... truth... truth..." Come on Ronald Weasley, think of some good blackmail questions! "Is it true you're a fag?"
Blaise looked bemused, "Why? Girls just aren't cutting it with you?" He leaned in forward, "Need some MAN action?" He winked.
Ron turned another shade of deep red as Blaise chuckled, "Half and half. I'm bisexual... and..." Blaise gave Ron an once-over, taking in his lanky form and sweet freckles, "I would personally give you some schooling... if you should want it." He winked again.
Everyone around them sported amused smiles as Ron poured himself a tall glass of Midnight Brew and gulped it down in a hurry. "I believe it's my turn." Blaise reached over and lazily gave the bottle a little spin and poor little Ginny froze as the snake looked her in the eyes and licked its chops, "Well? Truth or dare, little girl?" Blaise smiled a snaky smile of reassurance.
"Well..." Ginny hesitated, "Dare, I guess..."
Ron looked bugged eyed at her, "Dare? Ginny, you don't know what dares that snake would come up with!"
"Well, Ronny boy, I won't compromise your darling little sister. Don't worry about that..." Blaise blew him a kiss and Ron shrank back, shivering slightly and Hermione gave him a worried look, maybe Ron hasn't asked her to the dance yet because he wasn't interested in her... or any girls at all.
"I dare you to... dance." Blaise smiled at her, "Pole dance, to be exact."
Ginny frowned, "Isn't that what muggle strippers do...?" She paled at the thought, "Do... do I have to take off my clothes?" She asked in a whisper.
The poor girl. Blaise relented and shook his head, snapping his fingers to make a pole appear in the middle of the group, "Just a short four minute song and you can go. Take it or strip."
Ginny stood and walked slowly into the group, "I'll take it." She tilted up her head and Bon Jovi's It's My Life floated through and all watched as sweet innocent Ginny swayed to the music, wrapping her long legs around the pole and had her wicked way with it. She loosened a few buttons of her shirt and hiked her skirt up as she gave way to her inner animal instincts, the lyrics and music grabbing control of her, energy pumping through her veins. She grabbed the pole and swung herself around it, tilted her head up and threw back her hair as she blew kisses to Neville Longbottom who shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide a hard problem of his.
Four minutes were soon up and the music stopped. Ginny's eyes grew wide and she blushed furiously as catcalls were heard. Ron could only stare at his little sister with moth gaping, shocked to say anything. Imagine that! His own little sister!
Draco poured out a bit of his milky concoction and handed it to Ginny, sloshing a bit of it on Harry, "'ere ya go!" Ginny took it gratefully and stepped aside as Draco eyed the few drops that had landed on Harry's neck and licked his lips.
Ginny downed the concoction and blinked, surprised by its taste, "Draco...?"
"Shhh..." He giggled like mad, "Ish good?"
Ginny nodded and giggled slightly, "Berry vood." They both laughed at what she said and Hermione took it upon herself to try and snatch the bottle away from Draco and soon they were entwined in a game of tug and war.
"Ish mine! My preciousss!!" Draco tugged it free and hugged it to his chest, "Mine!" He pouted, looking at her from behind his long silver lashes, "But you can have shome." He poured a large glass of it and gave it to her, "Ish good."
Hermione took the glass and smelled it, eyes opening wide when she realized what it was.
"Drink!" Draco clink his precious with her wine glass and took a long swig from it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione do the same. "Ish good?" He asked hopefully.
Hermione giggled slightly and a little wobbly went to sit down next to Ron… or rather, sat on him. In his lap. "Ish berry good." She snuggled in and Ron froze, not knowing what to do. "Ginny spin!" Hermione demanded as she slowly sipped the milky substance. Merlin knows it's giving her a lot of courage that night.
Shaking her head slightly, Ginny spun the opaque bottle and watched it go round and round. "'arry!" Ginny giggled like a hyena, "Truth o' dare?"
"Dare." There wasn't a doubt. He's in Gryffindor, of course he's going to receive a dare.
Ginny bit her lips to hold back the laughter, "I dare you to give Draco a lap dance!!" The two girls that drank from Draco's precious giggled hysterically as Draco looked at Harry with sleepy eyes and a tantalizing smirk. "Refuse and strip alla way!"
"What?" Harry gaped, "I thought…"
"Alla way!" Hermione agreed, snuggling closer to her redhead, "Ronny soft and nice ta snuggle wit'" Hermione murmured as she wrapped his arms around her, "Wrap all up! Hide me from eberyone!"
Ron swallowed as he felt Hermione's warmth spread through him. He's holding her. Finally… not even in his wildest… well, perhaps in his wildest dreams. "Hermione…"
She looked at him, "Soft lips." She breathed, tracing his lips with her fingers, "Me kiss." And indeed she did. She replaced her fingers with her lips and softly gave him a chaste kiss, soft and innocent. "Sweet." She smiled happily as she snuggled back up on him to see what Harry would do.
At this point in time, many of the participants of the game were starting to down the hard liquor like no tomorrow, they were wondering if the people at the House of Gryffindor half-mad and gaped as Harry tossed down a glass of Midnight brew along with what suspiciously seemed to be a dash of Draco's precious before he hiccupped and then giggled slightly before he snapped his fingers.
Slow tantalizing music started to build and swell as Harry gave Draco the dared lap dance, grounding their hips together in tune with the music. More and more hard liquor were consumed as everyone wondered if they were going half-mad. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? Two mortal enemies having dry sex before their very eyes?! Harry was now running his hands along Draco's chest while his lower half was grinding down on his mortal enemy. The music dipped high to a shrill and then dropped as Harry pushed himself away from Draco and with a coy smile gave Draco a little show as he pulled his shirt high enough to show off his rock hard abs and… is that a nipple piercing?! It is!
Draco groaned as he tried to grab Harry, "I'll trade you my precious!!" He whined, waving the bottle filled with milky substance at Harry.
Harry tsked and shook his head, stepping away and sitting down as the music stopped, "Mah turn!" He said gleefully as he spun the bottle, "Ohhh!!" He clapped his hands, "Ron and Hermione! Truth or dare?"
Hermione only snuggled closer and Ron said meekly, "Truth."
Harry giggled and stuck out his tongue, "Do you lurrrve each other?"
By now, everyone had at least a sip from Draco's "precious" and they all started giggling as Ron turned a deep red and Hermione nodded enthusiastically, "Love you muchly!" She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a delicious kiss. "Mmm... Ron taste..." She giggled at what she said and turned to Harry, "What was the question again?"
The thought of Hermione not hearing what the question was gave everyone another round of hysterics and Harry crawled over to Draco and tried to wrestle his "precious" away from him.
"Mine!" Draco screamed, "Back off! Back off!" He grabbed at his "precious" and tried to put it as far away from Harry as possible, "You stealer!!" He shrilled, "Mine! Mine!"
"Gimme!" Harry lunged for it, "I'll hex you!"
"No! No!" Draco screamed like a girl as Harry straddled the smaller man and there were soon engaged in a round of tug of war as Harry got a good grip on Draco's "precious" and started pulling. "No! No! MIIINE!!"
Author's Notes
Hehehe... I'm sorry, I just had to do it. So it might not be funny to everyone out there, but it certainly is to me. Don't you just wonder what Draco's "precious" is? I think I'll write an interlude about that... I'll give a cookie to anyone that guesses it
And poor Draco, twice he spun and twice he missed and had to take a shot... maybe he'll have better luck next time... maybe.
But at least there's some (drunken) action between Ron and Hermione! Next update would be an interlude - Draco Malfoy and His "Precious"
After that is the aftermath, currently titled - The Good, the Ugly, and the Bad, which I'm debating whether or not to make it R from there on. Some people might find that mentioning alcohol somewhat adultish... but there's not a lot of language or violence. The harshest word said was hell, but it's actually a word in the dictionary... and people here are really using it quite literally... and I'm debating on some limeish action... so... well, what do you guys say?
Oh, oh, I need to write in a scene where Voldie dies. Somewhat serious and somewhat comical. How do you guys envision Voldemort dying?
Anyhoo, I'm updating from my college dorm! This is so exciting
To my reviewers: I don't have too much time to reply to everyone, but a thank-you to all that reviewed! Love you all!