Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Truth Will Out
Chapter Number/Total: 19/42
Chapter Title: Truth Will Out
Words: 2740 Words
As Harry had predicted, Hermione was quite worried when the tests were finished, and even though he and Draco had gone to bed early, it hadn't meant they could escape her for the rest of the next day.
She went on and on about possible questions she might have missed, spells that hadn't been as strong as she'd liked, and the fact that her pig had been sporting a brown spot that she insisted had looked like the wood of the desk from which it had been changed.
Harry was actually happier to listen to Lavender and Parvati's chatter about the party they had been working on the entire week at Hogwarts with Padma and her Ravenclaw friends. In fact, this party was the only reason most of Harry's year was staying for another day, as they didn't actually have to be there. The teachers sort of knew about this party, and were only allowing it because Hermione was very adamant about setting an age line at the door. They were using the Room of Requirement for it.
Harry had been wanting to go home, but in the end, had decided to stay. It was probably going to be the last time he would see everyone in his year together and that had made him want to remain at Hogwarts for one last night.
Ginny had agreed to watch Valen, yet again, with much thanks from Harry and Draco. She seemed to like watching him, though, so that took away some of the guilt.
Harry had showered, dressed in some clothes that he thought made him look quite good, and had even attempted to style his hair. He was ready to go and only waiting with Draco and Ron for Hermione.
Draco was dressed in his best casual clothes and had used a styling charm on the still-short hair. He grinned at Harry. "Ready?" he asked, thinking about not only the party but how Harry dressed up made him want to undress him again.
Harry grinned back. "Yes," he said.
"Just wait until she's down here," Ron complained. "We can all go down there together."
Harry knew Ron just didn't want to wait for Hermione by himself. He shrugged, but they didn't have too much longer to wait. Hermione came down a few minutes later, looking quite nice with her hair tamed rather than pinned up or all over the place as usual. It certainly looked like Ron approved.
Harry snorted at him.
"Very nice," Draco said approvingly as well. "Shall we go?"
Hermione smiled at Draco, taking Ron's hand. "Yes, I'm ready," she said.
Harry took Draco's hand and the four of them exited through the portrait hole, making their way down to the seventh floor. It was strange to be going to the Room of Requirement for a reason other than to fuck Draco Malfoy, even though he had been in the room plenty of times before he had been there with his husband.
Draco was thinking similar thoughts but he tried to keep it off his face. He smiled at his husband, though.
Harry smiled back, looking sideways at Draco.
They reached the room within a few minutes and didn't hear the music until they had actually passed through the door. Someone must have wished for the room to be soundproof. It wasn’t exactly loud, but it wasn't quiet. There were already several people there. The room was very large, much larger than when Harry and Draco had used it, and there were small little tables and chairs scattered about the place rather than a couch or bed. Harry also couldn't tell where the music was coming from. It was like the very walls were thrumming with the sounds.
Draco looked around approvingly and saw that most of their class was already in the room, as well as a few of the older 7th years.
"Hey, you lot," said Parvati happily, striding up to them. "Drinks, food and other stuff is over there." She pointed to a table against one of the walls.
"What have you got?" Ron asked.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Alcohol, of course, Ronald."
Hermione made a bit of a disapproving face, but sighed and went with him as Ron crossed to the indicated table.
"Drinks first?" Draco asked Harry. "Or dancing first?"
Harry smiled. "Doesn't matter to me," he said. "Though if we combine them, don't say it's completely my fault if we fuck on the floor."
Draco blushed and rolled his eyes. "Dancing first then," he said, pulling his husband toward the dance floor where a few brave souls had already begun to dance.
Harry followed happily enough, pausing when Draco did. "So," he said, "how are we supposed to dance to this music?" He did a weird, goofy-looking move, and knew that it was weird and goofy-looking, but it made him laugh, so he didn't care.
Draco laughed too but started dancing. He knew he was good at it. Pansy once told him his hip movements on the dance floor should probably be illegal in public.
Harry watched Draco for quite a few moments, his mouth a bit slack. Then he realised that he should probably not just stand there. He tried to mimic Draco, knowing he must've looked a complete idiot, but he didn't care about that either, because the man dancing like he was having sex with the very air was his and he felt rather warm with the thought.
Draco was loving the way his dancing affected Harry. And once he got into it, Harry wasn't doing too badly.
Harry could hardly stand it after a while. His hands itched to reach for Draco and so he did reach for him, pulling his body against himself. "You are very good at this," he said, voice low.
Groaning at his lover's touch, Draco began grinding his hips against the other man's, holding him close.
Harry bit his lower lip, moving with Draco. His eyes slid half-closed and were only focused on the blond before him.
Draco loved dancing but it was never as good before as it was with Harry. He swayed and moved, using his hands and body to pull Harry along with him. Like his husband, he was so lost in the feeling he was oblivious to the rest of the room.
Harry didn't know when he'd started attacking Draco's neck with his lips. He couldn't help it. At least he'd made it through a song and a half. He was clutching Draco's arse through his trousers, and they were grinding together, and it was just all too much.
Draco groaned and tried to think. "Harry," he gasped. "Maybe we should slow down?"
Harry blinked several times, panting. He realised how close he was to pushing it a little further. "Yeah," he said breathlessly.
Draco swallowed hard and pulled back, his erection causing his trousers to feel particularly tight. He grinned at Harry. "Maybe we should try socialising with our friends before I drag you back to our room?" he asked in low voice.
Smiling crookedly, Harry let out a husky laugh.
Draco decided a break from dancing might be a good idea and led them over to the refreshment table. "No getting drunk or I won't be able to stop you," Draco warned with a smirk.
"Oh, yes, because it's all me," Harry replied teasingly.
Draco leaned in again, licking his husband's ear. "Because I cannot resist my lion when he pounces," Draco whispered.
Harry shivered. "But my dragon's the one who starts the fire," he said.
Draco chuckled and handed Harry a glass of punch, nodding over his husband's shoulder at Neville and Luna standing nearby.
Harry turned his head. "Hey," he said to them, gesturing for them to come over.
"Hi, Harry, Draco," Neville said, nodding to them both.
Luna smiled and was looking up at the candles floating around the room as if there was something interesting about them.
Harry didn't ask. "Having any fun?" he said to Neville.
"Oh, sure," Neville answered. "Not as much fun as you two maybe," he added good naturedly.
Harry blushed a bit and almost wanted to congratulate Neville for it.
Draco grinned and noticed how close the two seemed to be standing. He wondered if Luna knew that Neville was attracted to her. "To the end of wars and exams," he said, holding his glass up in toast.
Neville grinned and raised his drink, glancing fondly at Luna beside him. "To Dumbledore's Army," he added.
Harry grinned widely and raised his drink as well. "No better place to toast it," he said.
Luna smiled again. "Yes," she said, taking a gulp out of whatever was in her cup.
Harry and Draco chatted with other friends and with Ron and Hermione. Ron was already buzzed and smiling pleasantly around the room. They talked a little about Ron and Hermione's engagement, and some about Fleur, who was not that far from delivering her baby, and chit-chat in general. The laughter grew louder as the party progressed and Harry was eventually buzzed himself.
Harry had no idea who had proposed it or how it had happened, but he found himself sitting on the floor in a very large circle, getting ready to play Truth or Dare again. He wasn't in the mood to protest anything, so he didn't. Those playing, which was a good many of the people attending the party, agreed to the rules and were magically bound in the game.
Draco wasn't drunk. But he had had enough that he wouldn't have considered it a good idea to fly or Apparate the moment. He sat with one arm around the shoulder of his husband. He was curious to see what the game would be like with all the Houses represented.
Lavender cleared her throat and Harry figured it must have been her that had started the game. "I'll go first," she said. "Terry."
Terry Boot looked up from his fingernails and raised an eyebrow. "Truth," he said before she could ask.
Lavender sighed, but then smirked a bit. "Were the rumours true that it was you who wanked off on Filch's desk in fifth year?"
Terry's eyes widened and he flushed deeply. There was a long moment before he nodded.
Ron laughed loudly.
"Ron," Terry called out in response. "Truth or Dare?"
Ron stared at him for a moment. "Dare ..." he said slowly.
"I dare you to sing the ‘Weasley is Our King’ song," Terry said with a grin.
Ron's ears reddened and he shot a narrow-eyed glance at Draco. He, too, waited a long moment before beginning, in monotone, "Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king. Weasley was born in a bin, he always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our king."
There was laughter then and even Harry had to chuckle a bit.
Draco got quite a laugh out of it. He had written the thing and it had been one his favourite pranks that year.
Ron, ears still red, looked at Draco again. "Draco," he said. "Truth or Dare?"
Draco arched an eyebrow and wondered which was the safer choice with Ron. "Truth," he said.
Ron thought for a moment and then grinned. "Were you really terrified when you saw Harry's head floating in Hogsmeade in third-year?"
Harry shook his head a bit in sympathy for his friend. Ron was just not very good at this game.
"It was certainly disturbing but I think I was more angry than frightened," Draco found himself admitting.
He looked around then and settled on Luna. "Truth or Dare, Luna," he asked.
"I suppose I had better pick truth," said Luna in a matter-of-fact tone.
Draco smiled, hoping to find out if his suspicions were correct. "Who in the room are you most attracted to?" he asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the question and smiled a bit. It seemed that his husband liked to play matchmaker.
"Well," said Luna without missing a beat, "I suppose it would be Neville. He really is very nice and I'm rather impressed with his knowledge on our world's plant life. It can be a very important thing to know." She nodded.
Neville's eyes widened and then he blushed, looking down quickly.
Draco smiled and snuggled a little closer to his husband. Maybe that would push Neville to do something about it, he thought.
Luna smiled with raised eyebrows around the room. "I'll pick you, Susan," she said. "I've always thought you had pretty hair. It reminds me of a Racklespurt's and they're loved for their hair."
Susan simply looked at Luna for a few moments before she said, "Dare."
And that was the way it went for quite a long while. Ernie Macmillan had admitted to wetting the bed at fourteen, Su Li had to run around the room as if she were a goose (another of Luna's dares), Parvati had told everyone it had been her who'd clogged up the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, and there were other weird, embarrassing questions and dares. Finally though, someone called on Harry.
It was Zacharias Smith asking.
"Dare," Harry picked.
"I dare you to ... kiss Hermione Granger," Zacharias said, smirking.
Harry's eyes widened and it was then that he remembered just how much of a jerk Smith was.
Draco frowned and made a face but held his tongue.
Harry reddened slightly and rolled his eyes, turning to Hermione, who was making a face as well.
"Why have you got to be such an arsehole?" Ron asked Smith through his teeth, his ears red again.
"A dare's a dare," Smith replied loftily.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "Nothing against you, Hermione," he said, "but this is like kissing my sister."
She sighed, her cheeks a bit pink. "Yes, I know," she said.
Harry leaned in and kissed her quickly and it was the stupidest thing anyone could have come up with. Smith was, indeed, just trying to be an arsehole.
Hermione rolled her eyes in Smith's direction when it was finished.
Harry sat back next to Draco, a tad disgruntled. "Michael," he said. "Truth or Dare?"
Michael Corner raised an eyebrow. "Dare," he chose.
"I dare you to ... take four shots of Firewhiskey," Harry said simply, getting a bit bored with the game.
Everyone watched as Michael took the shots with his face screwed up. "Pansy," he said when he had come back to the circle, and Harry thought his voice was maybe already a little slurred. "Truth or Dare?"
Harry looked across at Pansy, watching her.
"Dare," she said, holding her chin up as if to challenge anyone who thought she wasn't up to it.
Michael smirked a bit stupidly. "I dare you to flash everyone," he said.
Harry made a face, rolled his eyes, and looked away.
Hermione looked very disapprovingly at Michael.
"How juvenile," Pansy drawled and lifted her shirt briefly, showing off her breasts as they were scantily covered by a lace bra. Then she pretended to be looking around for her victim.
Draco was not fooled by the act. The minute she dropped her blouse, something in the set of her face told him that he was going to be next.
"Oh, Draco darling," she cooed, "Truth or Dare?"
Harry's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned them back on Pansy.
"Truth."
"Draco, did you enjoy fucking Theo in the dungeon last week?" she asked sweetly as she smiled.
"Fuck you," Harry let out angrily. Hermione put a hand on his arm.
A few people eyed him warily.
Draco quickly glanced at Harry and then to Theo. Theo closed his eyes, fingers gripping his trousers. The spell would not let Draco answer anything but honestly. "Yess," he hissed.
Harry clenched his teeth. He honestly hadn't been expecting anything other than Draco to say yes, but it was the fact that it was being brought up again - by the person who had caused it no less. And the fact that he had been letting it go when they could have easily got Pansy unable to take N.E.W.T.s, and in trouble with the Ministry even. "Fuck you," he said again to Pansy. "And fuck this stupid fucking game." He pushed himself to his feet, feeling like he needed to get out lest he do something he might regret.
Draco scrambled to his feet as well then, following out of the room Harry amidst gasps and whispers.
Chapter Title: Truth Will Out
Words: 2740 Words
As Harry had predicted, Hermione was quite worried when the tests were finished, and even though he and Draco had gone to bed early, it hadn't meant they could escape her for the rest of the next day.
She went on and on about possible questions she might have missed, spells that hadn't been as strong as she'd liked, and the fact that her pig had been sporting a brown spot that she insisted had looked like the wood of the desk from which it had been changed.
Harry was actually happier to listen to Lavender and Parvati's chatter about the party they had been working on the entire week at Hogwarts with Padma and her Ravenclaw friends. In fact, this party was the only reason most of Harry's year was staying for another day, as they didn't actually have to be there. The teachers sort of knew about this party, and were only allowing it because Hermione was very adamant about setting an age line at the door. They were using the Room of Requirement for it.
Harry had been wanting to go home, but in the end, had decided to stay. It was probably going to be the last time he would see everyone in his year together and that had made him want to remain at Hogwarts for one last night.
Ginny had agreed to watch Valen, yet again, with much thanks from Harry and Draco. She seemed to like watching him, though, so that took away some of the guilt.
Harry had showered, dressed in some clothes that he thought made him look quite good, and had even attempted to style his hair. He was ready to go and only waiting with Draco and Ron for Hermione.
Draco was dressed in his best casual clothes and had used a styling charm on the still-short hair. He grinned at Harry. "Ready?" he asked, thinking about not only the party but how Harry dressed up made him want to undress him again.
Harry grinned back. "Yes," he said.
"Just wait until she's down here," Ron complained. "We can all go down there together."
Harry knew Ron just didn't want to wait for Hermione by himself. He shrugged, but they didn't have too much longer to wait. Hermione came down a few minutes later, looking quite nice with her hair tamed rather than pinned up or all over the place as usual. It certainly looked like Ron approved.
Harry snorted at him.
"Very nice," Draco said approvingly as well. "Shall we go?"
Hermione smiled at Draco, taking Ron's hand. "Yes, I'm ready," she said.
Harry took Draco's hand and the four of them exited through the portrait hole, making their way down to the seventh floor. It was strange to be going to the Room of Requirement for a reason other than to fuck Draco Malfoy, even though he had been in the room plenty of times before he had been there with his husband.
Draco was thinking similar thoughts but he tried to keep it off his face. He smiled at his husband, though.
Harry smiled back, looking sideways at Draco.
They reached the room within a few minutes and didn't hear the music until they had actually passed through the door. Someone must have wished for the room to be soundproof. It wasn’t exactly loud, but it wasn't quiet. There were already several people there. The room was very large, much larger than when Harry and Draco had used it, and there were small little tables and chairs scattered about the place rather than a couch or bed. Harry also couldn't tell where the music was coming from. It was like the very walls were thrumming with the sounds.
Draco looked around approvingly and saw that most of their class was already in the room, as well as a few of the older 7th years.
"Hey, you lot," said Parvati happily, striding up to them. "Drinks, food and other stuff is over there." She pointed to a table against one of the walls.
"What have you got?" Ron asked.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Alcohol, of course, Ronald."
Hermione made a bit of a disapproving face, but sighed and went with him as Ron crossed to the indicated table.
"Drinks first?" Draco asked Harry. "Or dancing first?"
Harry smiled. "Doesn't matter to me," he said. "Though if we combine them, don't say it's completely my fault if we fuck on the floor."
Draco blushed and rolled his eyes. "Dancing first then," he said, pulling his husband toward the dance floor where a few brave souls had already begun to dance.
Harry followed happily enough, pausing when Draco did. "So," he said, "how are we supposed to dance to this music?" He did a weird, goofy-looking move, and knew that it was weird and goofy-looking, but it made him laugh, so he didn't care.
Draco laughed too but started dancing. He knew he was good at it. Pansy once told him his hip movements on the dance floor should probably be illegal in public.
Harry watched Draco for quite a few moments, his mouth a bit slack. Then he realised that he should probably not just stand there. He tried to mimic Draco, knowing he must've looked a complete idiot, but he didn't care about that either, because the man dancing like he was having sex with the very air was his and he felt rather warm with the thought.
Draco was loving the way his dancing affected Harry. And once he got into it, Harry wasn't doing too badly.
Harry could hardly stand it after a while. His hands itched to reach for Draco and so he did reach for him, pulling his body against himself. "You are very good at this," he said, voice low.
Groaning at his lover's touch, Draco began grinding his hips against the other man's, holding him close.
Harry bit his lower lip, moving with Draco. His eyes slid half-closed and were only focused on the blond before him.
Draco loved dancing but it was never as good before as it was with Harry. He swayed and moved, using his hands and body to pull Harry along with him. Like his husband, he was so lost in the feeling he was oblivious to the rest of the room.
Harry didn't know when he'd started attacking Draco's neck with his lips. He couldn't help it. At least he'd made it through a song and a half. He was clutching Draco's arse through his trousers, and they were grinding together, and it was just all too much.
Draco groaned and tried to think. "Harry," he gasped. "Maybe we should slow down?"
Harry blinked several times, panting. He realised how close he was to pushing it a little further. "Yeah," he said breathlessly.
Draco swallowed hard and pulled back, his erection causing his trousers to feel particularly tight. He grinned at Harry. "Maybe we should try socialising with our friends before I drag you back to our room?" he asked in low voice.
Smiling crookedly, Harry let out a husky laugh.
Draco decided a break from dancing might be a good idea and led them over to the refreshment table. "No getting drunk or I won't be able to stop you," Draco warned with a smirk.
"Oh, yes, because it's all me," Harry replied teasingly.
Draco leaned in again, licking his husband's ear. "Because I cannot resist my lion when he pounces," Draco whispered.
Harry shivered. "But my dragon's the one who starts the fire," he said.
Draco chuckled and handed Harry a glass of punch, nodding over his husband's shoulder at Neville and Luna standing nearby.
Harry turned his head. "Hey," he said to them, gesturing for them to come over.
"Hi, Harry, Draco," Neville said, nodding to them both.
Luna smiled and was looking up at the candles floating around the room as if there was something interesting about them.
Harry didn't ask. "Having any fun?" he said to Neville.
"Oh, sure," Neville answered. "Not as much fun as you two maybe," he added good naturedly.
Harry blushed a bit and almost wanted to congratulate Neville for it.
Draco grinned and noticed how close the two seemed to be standing. He wondered if Luna knew that Neville was attracted to her. "To the end of wars and exams," he said, holding his glass up in toast.
Neville grinned and raised his drink, glancing fondly at Luna beside him. "To Dumbledore's Army," he added.
Harry grinned widely and raised his drink as well. "No better place to toast it," he said.
Luna smiled again. "Yes," she said, taking a gulp out of whatever was in her cup.
Harry and Draco chatted with other friends and with Ron and Hermione. Ron was already buzzed and smiling pleasantly around the room. They talked a little about Ron and Hermione's engagement, and some about Fleur, who was not that far from delivering her baby, and chit-chat in general. The laughter grew louder as the party progressed and Harry was eventually buzzed himself.
Harry had no idea who had proposed it or how it had happened, but he found himself sitting on the floor in a very large circle, getting ready to play Truth or Dare again. He wasn't in the mood to protest anything, so he didn't. Those playing, which was a good many of the people attending the party, agreed to the rules and were magically bound in the game.
Draco wasn't drunk. But he had had enough that he wouldn't have considered it a good idea to fly or Apparate the moment. He sat with one arm around the shoulder of his husband. He was curious to see what the game would be like with all the Houses represented.
Lavender cleared her throat and Harry figured it must have been her that had started the game. "I'll go first," she said. "Terry."
Terry Boot looked up from his fingernails and raised an eyebrow. "Truth," he said before she could ask.
Lavender sighed, but then smirked a bit. "Were the rumours true that it was you who wanked off on Filch's desk in fifth year?"
Terry's eyes widened and he flushed deeply. There was a long moment before he nodded.
Ron laughed loudly.
"Ron," Terry called out in response. "Truth or Dare?"
Ron stared at him for a moment. "Dare ..." he said slowly.
"I dare you to sing the ‘Weasley is Our King’ song," Terry said with a grin.
Ron's ears reddened and he shot a narrow-eyed glance at Draco. He, too, waited a long moment before beginning, in monotone, "Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king. Weasley was born in a bin, he always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our king."
There was laughter then and even Harry had to chuckle a bit.
Draco got quite a laugh out of it. He had written the thing and it had been one his favourite pranks that year.
Ron, ears still red, looked at Draco again. "Draco," he said. "Truth or Dare?"
Draco arched an eyebrow and wondered which was the safer choice with Ron. "Truth," he said.
Ron thought for a moment and then grinned. "Were you really terrified when you saw Harry's head floating in Hogsmeade in third-year?"
Harry shook his head a bit in sympathy for his friend. Ron was just not very good at this game.
"It was certainly disturbing but I think I was more angry than frightened," Draco found himself admitting.
He looked around then and settled on Luna. "Truth or Dare, Luna," he asked.
"I suppose I had better pick truth," said Luna in a matter-of-fact tone.
Draco smiled, hoping to find out if his suspicions were correct. "Who in the room are you most attracted to?" he asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow at the question and smiled a bit. It seemed that his husband liked to play matchmaker.
"Well," said Luna without missing a beat, "I suppose it would be Neville. He really is very nice and I'm rather impressed with his knowledge on our world's plant life. It can be a very important thing to know." She nodded.
Neville's eyes widened and then he blushed, looking down quickly.
Draco smiled and snuggled a little closer to his husband. Maybe that would push Neville to do something about it, he thought.
Luna smiled with raised eyebrows around the room. "I'll pick you, Susan," she said. "I've always thought you had pretty hair. It reminds me of a Racklespurt's and they're loved for their hair."
Susan simply looked at Luna for a few moments before she said, "Dare."
And that was the way it went for quite a long while. Ernie Macmillan had admitted to wetting the bed at fourteen, Su Li had to run around the room as if she were a goose (another of Luna's dares), Parvati had told everyone it had been her who'd clogged up the Gryffindor girls' bathroom, and there were other weird, embarrassing questions and dares. Finally though, someone called on Harry.
It was Zacharias Smith asking.
"Dare," Harry picked.
"I dare you to ... kiss Hermione Granger," Zacharias said, smirking.
Harry's eyes widened and it was then that he remembered just how much of a jerk Smith was.
Draco frowned and made a face but held his tongue.
Harry reddened slightly and rolled his eyes, turning to Hermione, who was making a face as well.
"Why have you got to be such an arsehole?" Ron asked Smith through his teeth, his ears red again.
"A dare's a dare," Smith replied loftily.
Harry rolled his eyes again. "Nothing against you, Hermione," he said, "but this is like kissing my sister."
She sighed, her cheeks a bit pink. "Yes, I know," she said.
Harry leaned in and kissed her quickly and it was the stupidest thing anyone could have come up with. Smith was, indeed, just trying to be an arsehole.
Hermione rolled her eyes in Smith's direction when it was finished.
Harry sat back next to Draco, a tad disgruntled. "Michael," he said. "Truth or Dare?"
Michael Corner raised an eyebrow. "Dare," he chose.
"I dare you to ... take four shots of Firewhiskey," Harry said simply, getting a bit bored with the game.
Everyone watched as Michael took the shots with his face screwed up. "Pansy," he said when he had come back to the circle, and Harry thought his voice was maybe already a little slurred. "Truth or Dare?"
Harry looked across at Pansy, watching her.
"Dare," she said, holding her chin up as if to challenge anyone who thought she wasn't up to it.
Michael smirked a bit stupidly. "I dare you to flash everyone," he said.
Harry made a face, rolled his eyes, and looked away.
Hermione looked very disapprovingly at Michael.
"How juvenile," Pansy drawled and lifted her shirt briefly, showing off her breasts as they were scantily covered by a lace bra. Then she pretended to be looking around for her victim.
Draco was not fooled by the act. The minute she dropped her blouse, something in the set of her face told him that he was going to be next.
"Oh, Draco darling," she cooed, "Truth or Dare?"
Harry's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned them back on Pansy.
"Truth."
"Draco, did you enjoy fucking Theo in the dungeon last week?" she asked sweetly as she smiled.
"Fuck you," Harry let out angrily. Hermione put a hand on his arm.
A few people eyed him warily.
Draco quickly glanced at Harry and then to Theo. Theo closed his eyes, fingers gripping his trousers. The spell would not let Draco answer anything but honestly. "Yess," he hissed.
Harry clenched his teeth. He honestly hadn't been expecting anything other than Draco to say yes, but it was the fact that it was being brought up again - by the person who had caused it no less. And the fact that he had been letting it go when they could have easily got Pansy unable to take N.E.W.T.s, and in trouble with the Ministry even. "Fuck you," he said again to Pansy. "And fuck this stupid fucking game." He pushed himself to his feet, feeling like he needed to get out lest he do something he might regret.
Draco scrambled to his feet as well then, following out of the room Harry amidst gasps and whispers.