Revenge is a Dish Best Served Nude
chapter 2
Draco had drank Firewhiskey before, but not often or in any great amount. His father naturally had only the best types of alchol at home – anything aged under twenty five years was absolutely forbidden from entering the house. Draco's experiences of anything stronger than the odd glass of wine over dinner had, until now, been strictly limited. The odd glass at Christmas or on those rare occasions when his father had been entertaining the great and the good and included him in the after dinner brandy. All of this meant that Draco had never really developed a taste for strong liquor.
I'll be damned if I'm going to let these bloody Weasleys' see it though, Draco thought fiercely, as he tried not to grimace at the large glug of Firewhiskey Fred was topping his glass up with.
The three boys had made there way through a little more than half of the first bottle so far, Draco drinking in awkward silence, the twins grinning to one another and repeatedly prompting him to 'drink up'.
"You know Draco, your stuck here with us so you may as well try and enjoy yourself instead of sitting their with a face like a cats arse." George said as Fred finished topping everyone up.
"Enjoy myself? With the two of you? I hardly think that's likely." Draco sneered, then paused and added. "And I don't have a face like a cats arse(!)"
"Of course you don't - you've got a woverly wittle face!" Fred said as though talking to a baby and pinching Draco's cheek.
The look this caused on Draco's face resulted in both of the Weasleys chocking on their drinks with laughter. Draco sighed heavily.
"And you tell me to enjoy myself." he muttered
"Oh come on now, we're not so bad. Some people rather like our company." Fred protested, a look of pure innocence on his face.
"And some people definitely enjoy us, don't they Fred? Even a few people from your house Draco."
"Oh, yeah – remember Daphne Greengrass, George? She enjoyed us so loudly I kept expecting someone to come see what all the noise was." Fred grinned at his brother.
"Urgh, you're disgusting both of you. Not that I believe a word of it – no one in Slytherin would touch blood traitors like you."
Even if they are sort of hot, a fuzzy part of Draco's mind said.
George leaned in and gave Draco a lewd wink.
"Well our private photo album doesn't quite agree – in fact there is all kinds of touching. Hands on breasts, hands on bums, hands on co-"
"Alright! I get it!" Draco protested, finding the images he had popping into his head both unsettling and appealing.
God, i'm really feeling the Firewhiskey – that must be it, Draco reassured himself.
"Mouths on di-" George continued as though Draco had never interrupted.
"Enough already(!)" Draco said, trying to look disgusted. "So is this what's meant to be fun is it? Listen to you two louts brag about sex you've probably not even had?"
"We weren't bragging – just pointing out that not everyone seems to have the same problems with us you do." George said holding up his hands.
"Tell you what, why don't we just play a drinking game?" Fred suggested.
"Like what?" Draco asked sceptically.
"Well i'd suggest Truth or Dare, but I don't really think Mr Cheerful the barman would put up with it long if we start doing more than sitting and drinking... so how about...Truth or Drink?"
"Truth or Drink?"
"We take turns asking each other personal questions, and if you won't answer – you do a shot."
"You have to be kidding." Draco said, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Or we could go back to telling which bits are touching which in our photos?" George suggested.
"Oh for God sake! Fine, we'll play the stupid game." Draco huffed.
If these idiots think I'm telling them a single personal thing about me, they're even dumber than I thought. Hell, they'll probably be lying as well. Draco decided
"Right first things first." George said, pulling something out of his pocket and placed it on the table.
It was a Sneakoscope.
Seeing Draco's look of disbelief, George grinned.
"How else will we know everyone's telling the truth?"
Well, so much for lying
Fred poured everyone a good measure of Firewhiskey (the first bottle was now all but empty), and then set out the rules. Any question was OK, refusing to answer a question meant you had to drink, being caught in a lie meant two drinks.
"Draco, you can ask the first question." Fred said generously.
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Post story note: Please review and let me know what you think – never written these characters before so i'm not too sure if they seem right