Subject: Music History
Task: Write about a very uptight character
Event: Rowing
Prompt: Last Day
Chocolate Frog: Gold – Mountain Troll – Prompts – Stupid, Club
Gringotts: Alice In Wonderland – (Colour) Red, (Number) Two, (Number) Three, (Item) A key, (Word) Time; Big Bang Theory S1E1 – (Word) Naked, (Word) Lady; Charmed S1E3 – (Word) Key; Charmed S1E16 – (Word) Three, (Colour) Blue; The Rescuers – (Colour) Red; CSI: NY S1E1 – (Word) Sir; CSI: NY S1E2 – (Colour) Red; NCIS S1E1 – (Setting) A bar; Hunchback of Nortre Dame – (Word) Stop, (Word) Beautiful; Galavant S1E1 – (Word) Please, Sparkly; Galavant S1E2 – (Colour) Royal Blue; Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog – (Word) Slipping
Word Count: 835
Unwanted Attentions
Draco reluctantly allowed Blaise to place the obtrusive blindfold over his eyes grumbling internally about stupid, stag party traditions.
It wasn't something that he had ever wanted to partake in but, as his best man, Blaise had taken it upon himself to disregard what his opinions. The best Draco could hope for was that Blaise wouldn't go too far with his 'traditions'.
Unfortunately for Draco, that was not going to be the case as he soon found out when Blaise whipped off his blindfold and pushed him on the shoulder so that he was seated in a red, velvet chair.
As Draco allowed his eyes to adjust to the bright neon lights, he felt someone trail their arm across the back of his neck and froze.
"Blaise, where in the name of God have you brought me?" he hissed out of the corner of his mouth. "And just why is someone touching me?"
"Relax," Blaise said boisterously, "and enjoy the delights that Phoenix here will bring you."
Blaise beckoned the person whose hand was still touching his neck to come round.
Draco felt as though his eyes would pop out of his head as a beautiful woman sashayed in front of him. She was wearing a royal blue bra covered in miniscule, sparkly diamantes, and a matching pair of underwear.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat trying with all his might to look anywhere except in front of him.
"Here's fifty pounds," Blaise said, tucking a crisp note into the scantily clad woman's bra. "Give my boy a show he'll never forget."
Draco shot a scowl towards the man who was supposed to be his best friend.
"Don't look at me like that, Draco, it's your last day as a single man," Blaise told him, "so loosen up and enjoy Phoenix as well as all the delights she has to offer you."
"And if I don't want to?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at his best man.
"You don't have a choice mate," he answered, slyly slipping a pair of metal handcuffs around his wrists and snapping them shut. "You'll thank me for this later."
Blaise winked at him before heading off towards the bar at the far end of the room, leaving him alone with the half naked lady.
Draco pulled at his shackles as the woman began to sway in time with the music.
He didn't want to be here, and he didn't want to be looking at a woman who was not his wife-to-be. He felt as though he would be betraying the love of his life if he watched her—Phoenix—dance. It was wholly inappropriate.
The woman twirled on the spot so that her back was facing him, and Draco feebly hoped that this would be the end of his forced torture, however as soon as she began to grind herself against him he realised this was not the case.
Will this ever end? Draco thought to himself at the same time he was started to have an involuntary reaction to her ministrations.
No, no, no, why are you doing that? he asked himself. You love Astoria, why are you reacting like this to that woman. She's nothing special.
"Get away from me," he yelled, unable to take her grinding a second longer. "I'll give you double what my friend paid you if you just stop now."
"Sir, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she whispered seductively as she turned around to face him with big doe-like eyes and climbing onto his lap. "All men react this was to me, even the married ones."
"I refuse to be one of those men, now get off me," he pleaded, leaning back as far as he could to get away from her. "I'll pay you three times as much as my friend gave you. Just please leave me alone."
"Sir, your mouth maybe saying stop, but that's not what your body is telling me," she purred into his ear.
"FOUR!" Draco cried. "Four times as much—that's two hundred pounds for to stop. Please."
Phoenix sighed and climbed off him.
"Fine, you're no fun," she told him. "I'd rather have a customer who can appreciate me anyway."
"Thank you," Draco whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. "Would you be so kind as to get my friend from the bar so I can pay you? And, if you wouldn't mind, could you tell him I enjoyed myself immensely otherwise he'll never release me from these handcuffs?"
Phoenix nodded her head and headed towards the bar, returning moments later with Blaise in tow.
"See mate, I told you that you would love it; this club is the best," Blaise said, slapping him on the back before taking a small key out of his pocket and unlocking the handcuffs. "Now on with the next tradition."
Draco threw his head into his hands, and all he could think was that he hoped this one was more endurable and enjoyable than the one he had just experienced.
