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Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews! Yes, her hair is still Weasley red but it will change back . . . eventually. I would like to address the comment by a reviewer who said the story was unrealistic. :shrug: No one ever goes into enogh detail anyway so who knows? Anyway, I am totally excited for this chapter, I hope you enjoy it! Due to losing it the first time I wrote it, that explains the delay.
Chapter Six: Slytherin Truth or Dare
"Fucking Hagrid," Blaise grumbled, slouching in a large armchair across from me. "I don't touch animals that will self-combust on my hand! Give me a fucking fag," he snarled. I tossed him one of my cigarettes and he lit up.
Today in Care of Magical creatures we had been working with these birds that if you don't take care of them properly, or hold them right or something, they basically blow up in your hand. I found this hilarious but Blaise had refused to touch them and got sent to Snape for it. Granted Snape didn't do much but still it had been terrible for the Italian.
I however, was smoking with my legs over the armrest of a different reason. Justin had in fact, against all probablity, asked Kognovich out who naturally said yes. Also, Seamus still wasn't looking at me. This doesn't sit well with me you know. So here I was, three cigarettes down and about ten more to go.
"Don't you have detention or whatever?" Blaise asked.
"You think I am actually going?"
"Well what do you want to do instead?" I shrugged. "Come on, Xan," he said huffily. "You have more games up your sleeve then Draco has blonde chest hair now pick something!"
"How about . . . truth or dare," I said.
Blaise shrugged. "Works for me. We need more people though."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Hey Theo, Draco, Morgan, Malcolm!" he shouted. "Get your bloody arses over here, we're playing a game! Bring the firewhisky with you!" Gryffindors have butterbeer, we have firewhiskey.
"What are you shouting about Zabini," Draco asked, coming over all the same.
"Sit down, we're playing truth or dare," Blaise said, sliding off of the chair to the floor. I stayed on the chair.
"Let me get Pansy and Daphne," Morgan said, running up to the dormitories. Moments later she returned with the two and the game was set in motion.
"Now," Blaise said, still puffing away. "Everyone has to answer truthfully or Xan will bust you for something i don't yet know anything about." I smirked and nodded. "So Theo, truth or dare?"
"Truth," he answered, taking a swig of firewhiskey.
"Wanker," Malcolm said.
"Who, in this circle would you shag, who's a guy," Blaise finished.
"What! I am not answering that!" Theo protested.
Blaise looked at me as did everyone else. I just gave him a knowing smirk which was all it took to evoke an answer. Don't I speicial. Theo mumbled something and everyone leaned in. "What?"
"I said Baddock!" Everyone howled with laughter and Theo quickly moved on, trying not to go beat red.
"Daphne truth or dare?"
"Dare," she said with a smirk.
"Take all your makeup off and leave it off for the rest of the night." If there hadn't been so much blush on her face, Daphne would have paled. Slowly, using her wand she got all the makeup off her face. Everyone gasped.
"Daphne," I said calmly. "You honestly don't look any different."
"Yep, still bird-like," Draco said with a nod.
She sneered at him before moving on. "Pansy truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"What is the most attractive thing about Draco and when did you discover it?"
She paused. "His ass. Noticed in third year."
All the boys laughed and Draco just scowled. Malcolm patted him in teh shoulder. "You should take that as a compliment, mate."
In case you are wondering, Pansy is quite over Draco. She isn't a lovesick pug as some gryffindor narrators would have you think. Let's just say she and Morgan are partners in cime when it comes to ravenclaws.
The firewhiskey finally got to me and I started to chug. "Damn, Marlow," Theo said. "What got you all worked up?"
I passed the bottle and shrugged, starting on a new cigarette. "We all need to loosen up."
"Malcolm, truth or dare?" Pansy asked.
"Dare," he said with a confident smirk.
"Snog someone in this room."
"Oh that was too easy, pansy," I muttered as malcolm surveyed the room. I put out my cigarette and took another swig of fire whiskey while i waited for him to pick. Suddenly, he got up and came over to Draco. Well, at least i thought he was coming over to Draco. In fact, he came over to me.
For the record, I have kissed Malcolm Baddock before. I won't go into the details because this isn't the time or place and he just tried to add tongue. I bit him.
He pulled away sharply and rolled his lips, trying to hid the pain. "You minx, Marlow. Anyway, my turn," he said sitting down again. "Marlow truth or dare?"
"Can't get enough of me can you?" I said coyly.
"Oh yes nicotine gets me going."
"Dare," I answered nonchalantly.
He grinned. "Go to the detention room and snog Potter senseless."
Everyone got quiet, not sure whether to laugh or gasp. I took it in a stride, this would be amusing. "Alright," I swung my legs around onto the floor. "Let's go." I walked smoothly out of the common room and the seven other members of our game followed.
"You're actually going to do it?" Pansy hissed.
"I'm no coward," I said. "Get that smirk off your face, Draco," I said calmly.
"You're going to kiss, Potter," he said dreamily. "This is priceless."
I looked at Malcolm and we both rolled our eyes. Draco was about a tuesday away from being gay. Not to say I didn't love the little blond brat, I have after all spent more time living with him than anyone else next to Baddock. He is just . . . interesting . . . and he makes pig noises in his sleep but I can usually ignore those.
I stopped everyone a corridor away from the detention room, all except Malcolm (he had to bear witness) and then I waltzed on in. "Nice of you to finally show up," Wonderboy spat.
"You don't sound very happy that I did," I replied sititng on the same table. He sneered at me. "You know Potter," I said sliding towards him. "You don't have a good sneer, or a scowl for that matter. You contort your face in the completely wrong way."
"What are you, a critic?"
"Perhaps," I said continuing to move closer and closer to him. He shifted uneasily. "See," I reached out towards him. "You have to move your eyes one way and your lips another." Just before he could say, huh, I captured his mouth in a kiss. I counted in my head and just before you would add tongue, I pulled away.
I calmly got to my feet and left the room without pause. Once I got out into the corridor I found Malcolm holding back his snickers. "Lovely," he barely got out. After all the comments and gasps it was my turn to ask.
"Draco, truth or dare?"
"Dare," he said, giving me the look that makes all the girls melt.
"Run naked through the quidditch pitch."
He stared at me, as though assessing whether deny it or complying would be better for him. If he complied, how would he do it and still save face? He leaned over to Pansy and whispered something. She dashed off and minutes later came back with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Alright, Marlow, I'll do it."
"It's a dare, Draco. It's not like you have a choice."
"But," he went on as though he hadn't heard me because let's face it, slytherin boys never listen to slytherin girls. "Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, Zabini and Baddock have to do it as well."
"Ew," Morgan shivered. "Crabbe . . . naked. Disgusting."
Daphne whistled. "Let's go, Malcolm!"
I folded my arms across my chest. "Shall we go to the pitch then."
"Whoa," Teddy said holding up his hands. "I never signed up to run naked." Draco shot him a look and had you been there, you would know why they call him the prince of slytherin but the prince is nothing without his court.
"You have to give me a better reason than that," Blaise said folding his arms. That was when I realized I wasn't the only one who knew about Hermione Granger and moreover, discovered that it wasn't a typical conquest. Blaise was going to go naked as well.
When we got out to the pitch, I lit a cigarette and motioned for the boys to strip. Daphne and Pansy were giggling and Morgan was swilling firewhiskey. Before Crabbe or Goyle could touch a single button on their shirts, I made them go around the bleachers. "Like what you see Marlow?" Draco asked as he slowly removed his pants.
I blew smoke over my shoulder. "Oh yes, Malfoy you in boxers is what I dream about now take them off."
"First you have to tell us what hte fuck we're doing," Theo said, rubbing his arms. "It's bloody freezing."
"I like it," Malcolm said, shaking his ass towards Morgan.
"Run around the pitch, butt naked," I began, "then come all the way back here and do six jumping jacks."
"You will pay for this, Xan!" Blaise shouted just as all the others ripped off their boxers and ran.
"That is disgusting," Morgan said gesturing with the bottom of the bottle towards Crabbe and Goyle.
"Yeah but look at Baddock," Daphne said awed.
They came around, Draco, Blaise and Teddy racing eachother for first while Malcolm casually jogged as though he did it on a regular basis and the brutes were struggling not to die. They came up, stopping yards away from us and started the jumping jacks.
"Marlow! You –" someone shouted my name and I spun around to find a very unconscious Harry Potter.
"I always knew he was a poof," Daphne whispered.
"What the fuck is he doing here?" Teddy shouted, being overcome by body-consciousness.
"More the merrier," Blaise said elbowing Draco.
"Fuck you!" the blond said, finished and grabbing for his shorts. "Let's rough up pretty boy here."
"Draco, you have a game to play," I said putting out my cigarette and walking towards the unconscious wonderboy. "I have something in mind."
"Leave it to Marlow to be the torture expert," Blaise said.
"Oh you better believe it," I said taking a hold of one of Potter's arms and dragging him. "I'm going to dress him up like a girl and everything."
"Take pictures," Pansy called. She is such a ditz somtimes.
"Huh, Wha-" Wonderboy finally woke and looked around. I waited for him to see me as I sat smoking in a chair. When he did see me, he fixated and stared as though he was trying to burn a hole through my skull.
"Why 'allo there," I said blowing smoke.
"Where am I?" he asked darkly.
"Slytherin common room," I answered.
"Too empty," he said looking around at the dark surroundings. "Where am I really?"
I laughed, "Slytherin common room, just off in a corner."
"What do you want?"
I rolled my eyes. "You really should be thanking me Potter. You fainted like a pansy at the sight of a few naked boys and if I hadn't stepped in you would have been gang raped."
He shivered but got it together (unlike Ronaldo if I had to place a bet). "What's in it for you?"
I shrugged. "Why did you come looking for me?"
As though a light bulb of rememberance came on over his head, he got to his feet, straightened himself out and walked over. I calmly placed my cigarette in the ashtray and folded my arms. Like a fool seeking vengeance, he smashed his lips onto me, assaulted me with his tongue and then pulled away.
"You aren't the only one who can take power through a kiss," he said folding his arms. He couldn't hold that pose for long because his face faultered. "Do you have any water?"
"Why?"
"My mouth tastes like a tar barrell."
"Not my problem," I said with a shrug. "Would you really trust dirty slytherin water anyway?"
"Care to show me the exit?" he snarled.
"Hm . . . no," I said twirling a cigarette in my hands.
"What do you want?" he asked, getting irritated.
"Truth or dare?"
"What?"
"Truth or dare?" I repeated. "It isn't that difficult of a question."
"Truth, wait, no, dare, wait . . . truth."
I smirked. "Why do you hate slytherins?" In truth, this had been a question nagging me for a very very long time. I honesty don't know why, but well-aquainted with wonderboy as I was, I suppose it seemed logical to wonder why he stared fiery death at me when he never knew my name.
"B-because!" he sputtered. "You are all slimy gits who want me dead!"
"That's giving yourself a bit too much credit."
"What have I ever done to you all?" he shouted. God he gets angry so easily.
"To me? To all of us. You see a purely black and white world don't you, Potter? You have done more than you know and blinded with your own modesty about being the-boy-who-lived."
Harry opened his mouth to say something when he got an idea. "Truth or dare, Marlow?"
I paused. Clever, clever indead. "Dare," I answered. Truth is far to risky.
He paused, trying to think of something worthwhile. "I dare you to answer one question completely honestly."
"That should be against the rules," I said rolling my eyes.
"Why did you first hate my guts?"
I reluctantly felt my insides twisting the undeniable truth coming out. I hate this feeling. "I don't hate you, Potter. I just find you incredibly entertaining."
"Is that why you kissed me?"
"Tut, tut, tut, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Did you like it when I kissed you teh first time?"
He flushed. "You didn't taste like nicotine . . ."
"You have to answer truthfully you know it."
"It wasn't that bad," i think that was the best i was going to get out of him.
"Now truth or dare, Marlow."
"Dare."
"Kiss me again."
I nearly choked on my own spit. "Excuse me?"
"Then you will have to admit that you kissed Harry Potter, a gryffindor." He looked quite pleased with himself. So I did as he asked. There were no fireworks if that was what you were expecting. There was something about wonderboy though, that drew me in. Kind of the same feeling as I first had with Justin. A sense of danger, a sense of unknown and exhilaration. I liked it.
I broke away, smiled, and took his arm, making my way towards the exit. "You see, Potter," I explained. "Who are they going to believe? By who I mean everyone. Your story of a slytherin secretly in love with the boy wonder, or this?" I pushed him out into the corridor and stepped out after him.
"You pervert, Potter!" I shouted, just in time for Draco and the lot to round the corner. "Oh my god I cannot believe –"
"What happened?" Draco asked, coming towards us, at the sight of Potter.
"Sick freak kissed me!" I exclaimed.
"What!" Zabini and the girls exclaimed.
I have never seen anyone move as fast as Harry Potter did out of that hall.
The next morning I was sat down at the slytherin table feeling incredibly downtrodden. I pulled out a flask of firewhiskey I had found in the hall, near where I believe I left one last night, and poured it into my pumpkin juice.
"Hey Xan?"
"Yes," I answered looking over at Pansy.
"What did Harry Potter taste like."
"That is disgusting," Draco said as I took gulps of the drink.
I got up to fish out some cigarettes when suddenly I began to cough violently. I coughed and coughed, collapsing to my knees and finally my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I never even got to see the shock expressions of wonderboy and ronaldo.
Author's Note:So what happened to Xan? . . . anyway how was the chapter? Hope it was enjoyable. Anyone have any requests or ideas for where they would like to see the story go? I could use all the help I could get. Anyway, see you all in the next chapter.