This felt dangerous. Your pulse was throbbing in your ears, and you could feel the tingle of anxiety creeping over your skin. You smoothed your palms over your skirt in an attempt to rectify how sweaty they felt but it wasn't working. It didn't matter. Your head was spinning…
The bottle was spinning.
Oh this was a nightmare why had you agreed to play? The ring of Slytherins sitting around you varied vastly in terms of age, attractiveness and social status. You felt you were quite middle-of-the-road in all categories. You weren't sure if you were all that pretty, if being a 5th year made it okay to play this game with some of the older boys, if the fact that one of your parents being a muggleborn made you a half-blood or a mu…
The bottle was slowing. You watched its progress, refusing to look at the faces of those who sat around you, if they were eager for it to land on them, or dreading having to sneak off to one of the darkened corners with you…
It stopped, and there was a great roar of sound all around you. Girls saying no fair, boys wolf whistling, many of them laughing at your apparent good fortune, or the selected boy's bad luck. You followed the path pointed out by the neck of the bottle, and you suddenly felt on the verge of fainting.
Lucius Malfoy was smirking, shrugging away his jeering friends as he stood up and stepped into the circle towards you. You had to look absurd; your eyes wide and your face red and your mouth hanging open as you peered into the golden face of a god. But Lucius only smiled back, holding one of his hands out for yours, and you gave it to him numbly, allowing him to pull you up off of the floor.
You couldn't hear anything now. The sounds from the circle were drowned out as Lucius lead you to one of the fabled darkened corners. He turned to wave jovially at his mates, before slipping into an armchair with its back facing the crowd, and pulling you down into his lap. You sat stock still, your body ridged as a doll as you gazed down at him. He arched a fine blonde brow, rubbing his fingers up and down your arm. That finally got you to move in the form of a shiver.
"Nervous?" he asked coolly, and you whimpered slightly before nodding frantically. He chuckled lowly, his hand still running over your skin, his soothing gesture setting you on fire. "Whatever for?"
Your eyes widened disbelievingly as you stared back at him, trying to find your voice. "I… I've not… I've never-" you couldn't say it. And after a few moments of stammering, realization dawned on his chiseled face.
"You've never been kissed?" he asked incredulously, and when you started shaking your head now, he snatched up your chin between his fingers, a predatory grin spreading over his lips. "A pretty thing like you? I can't hardly believe it." He was moving in closer, your breath was quickening in short bursts, and just as you felt the ghost of his breath against your mouth, he whispered, "May I do the honors?"