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A Little Game
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
8,865
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Imperitus potion?
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, nothing! It all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Even Draco Malfoy, much to my discontent.
A/N: By the way, Hermione and Malfoy are head girl/boy.
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CHAPTER 2
Harry and Ron stumbled into the room, finding it difficult to focus. When the strange spinning feelings subsided, the first person Harry noticed was a very nervous-looking Hermione. His gaze continued onto an excited looking Ginny, that Zabini Slytherin, a new student Harry didn’t know and… Draco Malfoy.
“What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?” Harry shouted at him. The blonde boy just smirked at him while Hermione chuckled nervously.
“Um, Harry, well, Malfoy actually organized this… um… get together.”
“WHAT?” Harry and Ron were both gob smacked at this news. So gob smacked in fact that their jaws opened so wide a large flying insect could have comfortably fit in there. Malfoy just smiled that smug little grin as he debated whether to lock their jaws that way.
“So, Potty and the Weasel want to play do they? Well they’ll have to sit and listen first. Sit!” Harry and Ron found themselves sitting in large beanbag chairs, quite against their will. Malfoy resettled himself in his own large green chair and glared menacingly at Harry and Ron.
“Right, I suppose introductions are in order.” Malfoy pointed at each of them around the circle as he said their names. This seemed mostly to be for the benefit of the new boy, who had black hair with a chunk of green at the top. He was wearing a black shirt with “My Chemical Romance” scrawled across it. Harry knew they were a muggle band, though he’d never heard their music. And his eyes, his eyes were as dark as could be, with hooded lids.
“Ok, Potty, Weasel, Mudblood, Weaselette, Blaise,” Draco winked at Blaise with a smoldering look “and my cousin, Felix.” Harry just stared at Malfoy.
“Your cousin?”
“Yes Potter, my cousin. Aunt Bella’s son.” Harry turned his gaze to Felix, who didn’t flinch under Harry’s murderous stare.
“You are the son of Bellatrix Lestrange?” Harry stood and reached for his wand, intent on punishing this spawn of evil.
“Yes unfortunately.” Harry stopped confused. He nodded, indicating that Felix should continue. “That stupid bitch sent me to live with some family friends in California when I was five. No cards, no attempts to make contact, nothing. I didn’t even know I had relatives in England until Aunt Narcissa visited and told me the scrag was dead. Now I’m living with the Malfoy’s. Oh and that Dumbledore guy tested me or something and I’m like, a wizard. I have to have lessons with first years until I can master the basics apparently.”
Harry just stared for a few minutes then put down the wand. He backed into his chair, his eyes hooked on Felix, who just as relentlessly stared back. Eventually, Harry broke the silence as he wondered aloud, “Why the hell are we here?”
Malfoy grinned devilishly at Hermione as he eagerly delivered the answer.
“Well Potter, as you know, Granger and I are Head Boy and Girl, which means we share living quarters, including a bathroom. Let’s just say I’ve discovered a new game and I wanted some people to try it on, and after finding Little Miss Perfect in a rather – compromising – situation, I deemed her the perfect candidate. It wasn’t too hard for her to come up with some Gryffindorks she’d like to join her.” Hermione blushed crimson at this remark.
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean Malfoy?”
“It means, Potter,” Malfoy drawled as he removed a small glass vial from his pocket, “that we are in for a lot of fun this evening.
“This, is a sample of imperitus potion. It’s made for what I believe the muggles would call ‘Truth or Dare’ .” Ron swallowed.
“We each take a swig and for the entirety of the game, we are each FORCED to do exactly as we are instructed by the person whose turn it is to direct. For example, if I dare you Potter, to make out with Blaise, you will have to do it. There will be no choice. The same goes for Truth requests, the truth will come out of your mouth, whether you want it to or not.” He ginned evilly, and waggled at his eyebrows at Ron, who groaned and shrunk back in his chair. Ron gulped.
“And how long does this potion last? I mean, we’re not goin to have to do your bidding forever are we?” Malfoy rolled his eyes and leaned back even further than before into his chair.
“No Weasel, you will not be my lapdog forever. Just for tonight.” He winked at Ron and that insidious grin returned. “Right, any more ridiculous questions?”
“What if we decide not to play?” Ron asked tentatively.
“Then you’ll be immobilized and forced to watch everything that happens, then I’ll erase your memory of the night.” Ron gulped. Again.
“On second thoughts, I’ll play.” Malfoy smirked.
“I knew you would.” With a flourish, he locked and put a silencing charm on the door. “Let the game begin!”
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A/N: DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!
A/N: By the way, Hermione and Malfoy are head girl/boy.
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CHAPTER 2
Harry and Ron stumbled into the room, finding it difficult to focus. When the strange spinning feelings subsided, the first person Harry noticed was a very nervous-looking Hermione. His gaze continued onto an excited looking Ginny, that Zabini Slytherin, a new student Harry didn’t know and… Draco Malfoy.
“What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?” Harry shouted at him. The blonde boy just smirked at him while Hermione chuckled nervously.
“Um, Harry, well, Malfoy actually organized this… um… get together.”
“WHAT?” Harry and Ron were both gob smacked at this news. So gob smacked in fact that their jaws opened so wide a large flying insect could have comfortably fit in there. Malfoy just smiled that smug little grin as he debated whether to lock their jaws that way.
“So, Potty and the Weasel want to play do they? Well they’ll have to sit and listen first. Sit!” Harry and Ron found themselves sitting in large beanbag chairs, quite against their will. Malfoy resettled himself in his own large green chair and glared menacingly at Harry and Ron.
“Right, I suppose introductions are in order.” Malfoy pointed at each of them around the circle as he said their names. This seemed mostly to be for the benefit of the new boy, who had black hair with a chunk of green at the top. He was wearing a black shirt with “My Chemical Romance” scrawled across it. Harry knew they were a muggle band, though he’d never heard their music. And his eyes, his eyes were as dark as could be, with hooded lids.
“Ok, Potty, Weasel, Mudblood, Weaselette, Blaise,” Draco winked at Blaise with a smoldering look “and my cousin, Felix.” Harry just stared at Malfoy.
“Your cousin?”
“Yes Potter, my cousin. Aunt Bella’s son.” Harry turned his gaze to Felix, who didn’t flinch under Harry’s murderous stare.
“You are the son of Bellatrix Lestrange?” Harry stood and reached for his wand, intent on punishing this spawn of evil.
“Yes unfortunately.” Harry stopped confused. He nodded, indicating that Felix should continue. “That stupid bitch sent me to live with some family friends in California when I was five. No cards, no attempts to make contact, nothing. I didn’t even know I had relatives in England until Aunt Narcissa visited and told me the scrag was dead. Now I’m living with the Malfoy’s. Oh and that Dumbledore guy tested me or something and I’m like, a wizard. I have to have lessons with first years until I can master the basics apparently.”
Harry just stared for a few minutes then put down the wand. He backed into his chair, his eyes hooked on Felix, who just as relentlessly stared back. Eventually, Harry broke the silence as he wondered aloud, “Why the hell are we here?”
Malfoy grinned devilishly at Hermione as he eagerly delivered the answer.
“Well Potter, as you know, Granger and I are Head Boy and Girl, which means we share living quarters, including a bathroom. Let’s just say I’ve discovered a new game and I wanted some people to try it on, and after finding Little Miss Perfect in a rather – compromising – situation, I deemed her the perfect candidate. It wasn’t too hard for her to come up with some Gryffindorks she’d like to join her.” Hermione blushed crimson at this remark.
“And what the hell is that supposed to mean Malfoy?”
“It means, Potter,” Malfoy drawled as he removed a small glass vial from his pocket, “that we are in for a lot of fun this evening.
“This, is a sample of imperitus potion. It’s made for what I believe the muggles would call ‘Truth or Dare’ .” Ron swallowed.
“We each take a swig and for the entirety of the game, we are each FORCED to do exactly as we are instructed by the person whose turn it is to direct. For example, if I dare you Potter, to make out with Blaise, you will have to do it. There will be no choice. The same goes for Truth requests, the truth will come out of your mouth, whether you want it to or not.” He ginned evilly, and waggled at his eyebrows at Ron, who groaned and shrunk back in his chair. Ron gulped.
“And how long does this potion last? I mean, we’re not goin to have to do your bidding forever are we?” Malfoy rolled his eyes and leaned back even further than before into his chair.
“No Weasel, you will not be my lapdog forever. Just for tonight.” He winked at Ron and that insidious grin returned. “Right, any more ridiculous questions?”
“What if we decide not to play?” Ron asked tentatively.
“Then you’ll be immobilized and forced to watch everything that happens, then I’ll erase your memory of the night.” Ron gulped. Again.
“On second thoughts, I’ll play.” Malfoy smirked.
“I knew you would.” With a flourish, he locked and put a silencing charm on the door. “Let the game begin!”
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A/N: DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!!