AN: Hey guys so chapter 2 is here. Thanks so much for adding me to a your alerts, you guys are too cool. Im trying not to make the whole Dramione thing happen too quickly, so it might be a little while before this story really earns its M rating. R/R
"Take a seat Granger," Malfoy said with a wicked almost scary glint in his eyes. He placed his hand on the small of Hermione's back and gave her a gentle push back into the room. Wondering what the hell she was getting herself into she walked back over to the burgundy love seat. But, before she could sit down she heard Malfoy say behind her, "No, no, no, tonight you're moving to the dark side."
He gestured dramatically to the Slyterin side of the room. Hermione rolled her eyes, walked around the mahogany coffee table and took a seat on the Slytherin green 'dark side.'
"If you're quite done with the theatrics, can we get on with whatever this is?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her and said, "Shut up Granger. What this is is Friday night…Slytherin style."
He then sat down across from her, took his wand out of the pocket of his jeans and waved it over the coffee table. Thirty shot glasses appeared in neat little rows, fifteen on one side and fifteen on the other.
"Accio Firewhiskey," Malfoy said with a smirk.
Two bottles of firewhiskey flew out of his open bedroom door. He caught them in both hands, never taking his eyes off Hermione and placed them in between the rows of shot glasses. Hermione looked nervously at the bottles, she had never actually been drunk before, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she would be if she consumed fifteen shots of alcohol. But she tried not to let her apprehension show on her face, she didn't want him to think he could intimidate her.
"Are you still game?" he said with a knowing smirk.
"Just tell me what were doing Malfoy." He blinked once and then said, "It's the Slytherin version of truth or dare. I give you a dare and you can either do it, take a drink, or take off an item of clothing. He paused momentarily to let that last part sink in. Whoever has the least amount of clothing on after the last drink is taken wins." "Isn't there the option of truth in truth or dare?" "It's the Slytherin version, so no truths."
Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "Okay then, let the game begin."
"Okay then."
Malfoy waved his wand one more time and the bottles lifted themselves up and poured the same amount of firewhisky into all thirty glasses.
"I'll even let you go first mudblood," he said condescendingly.
She narrowed her eyes at him and chewed on her bottom lip, which drew Malfoy's gaze to them. A second later her eyes lit up and she looked up at him. He quickly snapped his gaze from her lips and up to her eyes, he watched as they slowly arched into a smirk that genuinely startled him for a moment because of its likeness to his. Hermione took out her wand and waved it twice over the table.A small glass cup filled with a potion resembling molten silver appeared, after bending down over it and whispering something Malfoy couldn't hear she looked back up into his eyes, which she happened to notice matched the color of the potion exactly and said, "I dare you to drink this."
Malfoy looked at the glass with an expression that one would have when staring at a recent car accident.
It was almost comical and Hermione had to resist the urge to laugh.
"Granger, what the fuck is that?"
"As if I'm actually going to tell you, drink it and then you'll find out."
Malfoy took a deep breath and in the time it took him to blink twice all the hesitation was gone, having been replaced with a challenging smirk.
"Fuck it I'm not losing to a Gryffindor mudblood."
He grabbed the glass and downed the whole thing in one gulp. Surprise flitted across Hermione's face, it was gone in a second, leaving nothing but amusement in its place. Malfoy looked around waiting for the potion to take effect.
"Wow Granger a potion that does nothing, that was a stroke of genius."
Hermione conjured a large silver mirror and wordlessly held it in front of Malfoy's face. He gasped at what he saw, every inch of his skin was covered in pink elegant script, it read just one word repeated over and over again: Hermione.
"Are you fucking kidding, what is this?" he yelled at his reflection.
He ran both hands over his face, and stuck out his tongue to find that that it too was covered with her name. He got up and walked over to one of the full-length mirrors on either side of the fireplace. His hands went up to unbutton the top button of his shirt that he wore with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Once his shirt was completely unbuttoned his bare chest showed Hermione's name in conjunction with the rest of his body. Hermione couldn't help but stare at him. Draco Malfoy was undeniably hot despite him being the world's largest prick. His six pack abs were perfectly shaped, just begging for her to get up and run her hands over them. Just to see if they felt as perfect as they looked. Malfoy turned around leaving his shirt unbuttoned and sat back down on the couch.
"How long is this going to last Granger?" he said through his teeth.
Hermione didn't even hear him; she was still completely enamored by the sight of Malfoy half naked in front of her. Her hands were itching with the urge to touch him. "Granger…GRANGER!"
"Huh What?" she said struggling to wipe the doe-eyed look off her face.
"What pray tell were you just staring at?"
Malfoy's eyes were shining knowingly and he was sporting one of the smuggest smirks she had ever seen on his face. Hermione was decidedly mortified, but she could not let him keep thinking that he had caught her checking him out.
"Nothing you conceited little prat, what were you just asking me?" she said in and effort to change the subject.
"Oh no, you not getting off that easy. You were checking me out weren't you?"
Hermione tried as hard as she could to keep the blush off her face. She was apparently failing because Malfoy's smirk was growing in size.
"Just admit it you think I'm hot."
If only he knew exactly how true that was. Even with her name printed in hot pink all over his body his good looks were still prevalent. "Ugh, I do not," she lied quickly. Without warning Malfoy's smirk turned into a smile and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Whatever Granger I'll get you to admit it eventually, by any means necessary," he said lasciviously.
"Speaking of means, it's my turn isn't it?"
Hermione swallowed audibly as his smile returned to a smirk. She wondered vaguely if Malfoy had been born smirking.
"I dare you to fail your next exam on purpose."
"Are you kidding me? There's a snowballs chance in hell that you'll ever find me failing on purpose."
With that she grabbed the first shot in the line and downed it, wincing slightly as the fire whiskey burned its way down her throat. Hermione slammed the glass back down on the wooden table dramatically and looked up at Malfoy's face. Oh Shit. He was smirking.
"Oh, I knew you wouldn't do it Granger, I just wanted you to take a drink. Incase you've forgotten this game was born, raised and copyrighted in Slytherin, and there's a snowballs chance that I'll ever find myself losing to you," he said mockingly.
"Oh Shut up Malfoy, one little drink isn't going to give you even the smallest chance of not losing to me," Hermione said feigning confidence.
"Granger you can't fool me, you know what else was copyrighted in Slytherin?"
He got up and walked around to the other couch. Malfoy bent down and rested his warm palm gently on Hermione's cheek. His lips were almost touching her ear when he whispered: "The Hogwarts Student's Guide to Bullshitting."