Slytherin parties were the pinnacle of students' last two years at Hogwarts, everyone knew it. Students from every house always tried to sneak in and have a good time with the snakes, but it was damn near impossible. When you have a house full of purebloods, the acceptance of outsiders is extremely low, and that's how Draco liked it. When more houses were involved, parties were louder, rowdier and trashier. The chances of having mudbloods and random commoners try to come into the dungeons would be much higher if Slytherin parties were open invitations—but those were the girls that had always been easier to get into bed. Most pureblood girls were very prude and used their virginities as a prize to be won as long as a courtship and marriage could be guaranteed to them.

After he'd finished his rounds with some random 5th year Hufflepuff, Draco couldn't wait to join the party going on in his common room. The boy planned on getting shit-faced, especially after the evening he'd just had.

Draco still couldn't believe that Granger had overheard his entire conversation with Pansy in the prefect's bathroom. What was even worse was that he actually felt slightly guilty about it. He had said some pretty awful things about the girl, which had been completely normal for him to do—so why all of a sudden did he feel this way? Maybe it had been the look of horror on her face as she walked by him to leave, or her complete silence in doing so. Draco had spent the better part of half a decade teasing, taunting, insulting and tormenting her with the most blasphemous words a boy could tell a young girl, but he had never left Hermione Granger speechless. He knew he'd crossed a line when he called her a psychopath, but it had just come out.

Dwelling on something Draco couldn't change and didn't want to apologize for was futile, and it bothered him that he was bothered. It was time to get intoxicated.

He had been met with enthusiasm the moment he entered the Slytherin common room and was greeted immediately by Pansy who had been holding a bottle of fire whisky. Without having to ask, a drink was handed to him by his "girlfriend" and the two made their way onto one of the plush green couches. The pent-up stress that had been culminating inside of Draco instantly left his body the second he took a swig of the liquor and deeply exhaled. He knew Pansy had felt similarly to him, if not worse by the whole Granger fiasco. For someone who preached about blood status and such, Pansy sure knew when to pick a time to have a conscious.

"I feel bad for the girl, she basically just overheard the love of her life say she was repulsive," she had said, as soon as Granger had exited the bathroom.

"I've said and done much worse to her Pans," was all he'd replied, and it had been true.

Draco had made it his life's mission to bully Hermione Granger ever since the girl had made it known to every single person in their first year at Hogwarts that she was basically head over heels for him. It had been one of the worst days of his life, she had even tried to kiss him with her filthy mud blood lips. Ever since that day, Draco had said the most obscene and cruel things to the Gryffindor girl at any opportunity, yet her feelings had never faltered until now.

Looking around the Slytherin dungeon now, watching his peers drink and dance and socialize with one another made him feel so much more at ease. No matter how stressed or unnerved he could be feeling, this was the one place that brought him a sense of peace. It also helped that he had a drink in his hand, although it had started to become rather empty…

"Replenish?" Draco looked over at Pansy, who smiled at him and began pouring into his cup.

Pansy poured herself another as well and looked at him sideways with a grin. He knew that look all too well—she either wanted something from him or was about to say something annoying.

"Yes?" he sighed, not even bothering to go along with her ruse.

"Let's play a game," Pansy declared, rather loudly too. Others looked over at them, clearly wanting to join whatever it was they would be playing. Slytherins loved games, it had been a way to demonstrate their cunning and ambitious ways, all while having fun.

"Truth or dare!" said someone Draco could not identify.

Pansy looked over, and then turned her head back, "yes, truth or dare, how about it?"

Draco simply shrugged, knowing that most people rarely ever picked him in this game because they knew he wouldn't answer personal questions or partake in troublesome or embarrassing dares. Quite frankly, he wasn't too fond of the game, but he knew playing spin the bottle in a room full of prudes was out of the question.

A group of about eight people, consisting mainly of his friends Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Theo as well as Daphne Greengrass and Millicent Bulstrode along with two seventh years had gathered around the couch where he was sitting with Pansy. He had been slightly surprised that the two girls had joined, considering they weren't the daredevil types so he was looking forward to seeing what would become of this little game. Draco began to worry however, as he looked over at Pansy and noticed that she'd developed a devious grin. The girl was up to something, and he really didn't want to be on the other end of it.

"I would like to start off this game, if I may," began Blaise, to no one's surprise. The Italian always needed to be the centre of attention, and games were no exception.

"Go on then," replied Pansy, "who do you pick?"

Blaise smirked and looked over the group with a critical eye, until he finally landed on his target.

"Goyle," Blaise giggled, "truth or dare?"

Gregory Goyle looked nervous upon hearing Blaise's playfulness. He knew something was coming his way.

"Truth," he replied, "the last time you dared me to do something, I ended up spending a month's worth of Saturdays with Professor Snape—no thank you."

Blaise simply smiled at Goyle while rubbing his palms together in a scheming manner, and then asked, "if you had to shag one instructor at Hogwarts, who would it be and why?"

The entire circle erupted with laughter, including Draco. There wasn't one professor at Hogwarts who was attractive, and certainly none who were shagging-material. Oh Goyle, Draco thought, the poor bloke would not be able to live this answer down, no matter who he selected.

Goyle thought long and hard about this—a good ten seconds, which had been quite significant for the meathead. "I would probably go with Madame Hooch, at least the woman knows her Quidditch," was all he said.

Blaise made a face that resembled someone who was about to wretch before saying, "that was disappointing, but okay it's your turn now."

Goyle looked over to his side, where Daphne Greengrass had been sitting and raised his eyebrow at her. "Daphne," he smiled, "truth or dare?"

Unsurprisingly, she too, picked truth.


After answering Goyle's stupid question the game continued, and everyone had picked truth. It was becoming extremely boring, and Draco was zoning out constantly. The only thing keeping him going was the quasi-full bottle of fire whisky whose contents were being poured into his cup at nearly every turn. At least he was starting to feel drunk, otherwise he would have probably gone to bed 4 rounds ago. The game had been so lackluster that he almost wished someone would pick him just so he could be somewhat stimulated.

Finally, someone actually did pick him. Theodore Nott.

"Malfoy," Theo said, "truth or dare mate?"

Feeling adventurous, and wanting to inspire his peers to do the same, Draco chose dare. Knowing Theo, the dare probably wouldn't be anything too ridiculous, so he'd felt secure in his decision. But he had spoken too soon.

"I dare you to spend the rest of the game fully naked," Theo said, and everyone began to shout, laugh and clap all at once.

"Mate, if you wanted a piece of this all you had to do was ask," Draco chided as he began undressing in front of his peers. Most guys at his age would have probably denied such a dare, feeling insecure or simply too pious for such an act—but he was Draco Malfoy, and he did not back down from a challenge. Especially one he knew would only benefit his reputation.

"Mock all you want Malfoy, I'm not the one sitting in the middle of the common room with my bollocks out in the open," Theo replied, half laughing and half challenging him. "It's your turn by the way."

Sitting completely nude on the couch, with only the fire whisky bottle between his legs (so as to not completely traumatize the two girls sitting in front of him, as well as passersby), Draco felt quite comfortable with himself. He emphasized his comfort and confidence with his seating position, having his legs spread wide open and placing his arms behind his head.

"Alright then, let's make things more interesting, shall we?" Draco began, "Pansy, truth or dare?"

She had been staring at him as he sat bare on the couch in all his glory and therefore had been snapped out of her reverie at his words. "Oh, sorry uhm," she hesitated, "dare!"

"I dare you to make out with Daphne for thirty seconds," he smiled, knowing that Pansy liked kissing girls.

Pansy looked over at Daphne, who appeared to be very nervous and was probably wondering if kissing a girl would be breaking the rules of pureblood society. The girl was not saying anything, so Pansy took her lack of protest as an okay and made her way to where Daphne was sitting.

Every single guy was keenly observing the two witches, impatiently waiting for their make out session. Things were about to get hot. As soon as Pansy obtained Daphne's actual consent to kiss her, the two girls started going at it. It had started out slow, Pansy obviously initiating it and taking the lead. Daphne began kissing her back and they slowly started opening their mouths and their tongues began to intertwine. It was bloody fucking hot. Draco couldn't hide his arousal even if he tried, the fire whisky bottle was nowhere near the opacity he would have needed, nor was it long enough to fully conceal his erection.

He wanted to see if he was the only bloke affected by the kissing, but he literally couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. It was marvelous, and he couldn't believe how much Daphne Greengrass seemed to be enjoying this.

After about a minute, the two girls finally had come up for air and had stopped French kissing, much to everyone's dismay—even Millicent had seemed to be enjoying the show. Draco knew his dare had been the highlight of everyone's night and felt pride swell through him. This is what truth or dare should be!

Pansy looked over at Daphne and said, "thank you for that, you're a great kisser."

The boys went WILD. Everyone applauded them, and poor Daphne was redder than a Weasley's hair on a hot summer day. Life was good, and Draco was completely shit-faced. At least his hard-on had gone soft, probably from the alcohol but a good thing, nevertheless. He didn't want one of the guys calling him out for it, and they had been too busy drooling over the girls to notice before.

"My turn," said Pansy as she made her way back to the couch, "and I pick… Blaise!"

"I pick dare," Blaise replied, "and if it's anything like what you just did, I would be more than happy to oblige, Lady Parkinson."

Pansy stifled a laugh, clearly having other plans for the poor bloke. "Sorry Zabini, making out with one of the boys isn't in the cards for you tonight," she began, "I have a much better idea."

Everyone went silent, as her tone indicated that she was about to drop a bomb on Blaise.

"I dare you to bid on Hermione Granger at the auction next week—and make sure you win."

Everyone remained silent for what felt like hours, until finally bursting into tears of laughter. Everyone except Draco and Blaise.

"Done. I expected much worse from you Pansy," Blaise smirked, and Draco wondered how a dare could be much worse, but at least it wasn't his dare. He would've croaked.

"Mate how is that not the worst dare you've ever received?" said Crabbe, in between fits of laughter.

"It's Hermione Granger, not a bloody monster," Blaise replied, "she's a mud blood but she's very fit, maybe I can even get a shag out of it—word is, she shagged Krum after the Yule Ball."

"There's no way!"

"She only did that to try and make Draco jealous!"

"How could you even go near that mud blood?"

"Granger's a swot!"

Everyone was chatting about Hermione Granger now, and whether she'd had sex with Viktor Krum. It was crazy how Draco could not escape this girl. Even when playing a game of truth or sodding dare! To make matters worse, it had bothered him that Blaise found her fit. How could his housemates, who were the children of blood supremacists be comfortable to admit these things aloud! Why did these people suddenly think she was even remotely attractive? She could not have changed that much.

"I accept the dare," Blaise said once more, "and if I bed the Gryffindor princess, I'll be sure to let you all know."

The game ended then, and Draco just wanted to get some sleep.

What a night.


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