A Woman Scorned

Part of one of the wonderful challenges that Lady_Diablo laid out for us. This one comes from Super!Crack!Fic Challenge

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“Strip what?!” Draco’s voice carried across the common room and everyone turned to look at him. He flushed slightly but didn’t take his attention away from Hermione Granger, who was looking at him with a very smug expression.

“Strip Poker, Draco. It’s a Muggle game, where you play cards and if you lose, you have to take off a piece of clothing.” She explained in a patient voice, as if speaking to a child.

“I know what it is, Granger! Why are you inviting me?” he hissed at her. She smirked at him.

“Oh, I just want to see you naked, Draco. Didn’t you know that?” She said in a sugary voice. He glared at her. Suddenly an arm wrapped around his waist and he was pulled close to someone. He turned to find Harry grinning at him.

“So she invited you, huh? You should feel special. Normally the girls outnumber the guys. Let’s get started.” Harry said, pulling Draco to a round table that had been set up for this particular purpose. Draco was pushed into the seat next to Harry. As people sat down, Ron, Seamus, Ginny, Luna, Neville and several others, Draco thought maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He couldn’t be worse than any of these others at the game. He mentally groaned when Lavender Brown and the Gossip Twins sat down as well. If something happened tonight, everyone would know within the hour.

Hermione sat directly across from him and winked at him. He glared at her while she went over the rules of the game. She had done this on purpose to him, he knew. It was her plan to humiliate him.

The cards were dealt and Draco was dismayed to see he had nothing. Not a damn thing at all, not even a pair. Some of the others couldn’t hide their glee at their cards, including Parvati, who squealed and began to bounce up and down. Draco felt nauseous just looking at her.

“I need one.” Harry said and smiled at Draco. Draco smiled back a bit sickly. Why did he have the feeling that he was going to lose? Well, at least he was fully dressed, unlike some of these others. He lost that hand and lost his shoes. Not one shoe, but both because they were a pair, he fumed. Even Harry had stood against him.

The next few rounds were a little better. He didn’t lose all of them and several other people had to take off clothes including Harry and Ron. Draco started to relax. Maybe she was just being nice by inviting him after all, he started to think. A few rounds later, he was cursing himself for letting his guard down. He had lost his socks, his robe, his tie (he had fought for that and actually won) his shirt and his undershirt. He had started to quit but Harry hadn’t let him. Now he had two items of clothing left, his pants and his underwear. He was sure she was doing this on purpose.

He reluctantly looked at his new hand and was pleasantly surprised. He had a pair of twos. He felt a little more confident and asked for three more cards. He almost shouted with glee when he realized he had another two. Three of a kind and he wasn’t taken his pants off!! He hid his triumph and waited. He wanted to be the last one to show his cards.

He watched as everyone showed their cards. Full house, three of a kind of fours, straight flush, four sevens, another straight flush, three of a kind of eights… each person who lay down their cards beat his measly three twos. He growled low in his throat when Hermione lay down her royal flush.

“You’re cheating!” he accused. She gave him a cool look and the others look shocked. Hermione, Gryffindor Golden Girl would never cheat!

“Just because you are too scared to take off your pants doesn’t mean I am cheating, Malfoy. What do you have to hide?” She taunted.

Harry frowned at Draco. “It’s a game, Draco. Just do it.” He said firmly. Draco winced and stood up. He unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid them down his hips and let them fall around his ankles. He closed his eyes against the silence.

“Are those…women’s underwear?” Harry asked hesitantly, looking at the red and gold lacy knickers that boldly proclaimed ‘Gryffindor Goddess’ on the front.

Draco flushed a bright red that was almost a match for his underwear and blurted. “They aren’t mine. They are hers!” he said pointing to Hermione. She raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sure what Draco means is he was too embarrassed to buy them himself so I did and gave them to him, don’t you, Draco.” Hermione said with a warning in her voice. Draco frowned and then nodded reluctantly. Harry smirked and took in Draco in the lacy knickers. He could feel himself getting hard.

“Let’s talk about this in my room, Draco.” He said jumping up and pulling Draco up the stairs to the room he shared with the others. He threw Draco down on the bed and smirked at him.

“So what did you do to her?” Harry asked.

Draco winced. “I called her a Mudblood. Not on purpose, it just slipped out.” He added quickly when he saw the dangerous look on Harry’s face. “We were arguing and I said Mudblood instead of Muggleborn. I apologized immediately.”

Harry smiled. “So this was all a set up? She got you to wear the knickers and then put together the game? You should know not to mess with Hermione.” He said playfully sitting next to his boyfriend. He wrapped his fingers in Draco’s pale hair and pulled him up for a long deep kiss.

“Well actually, she didn’t get me to wear the knickers. She wasn’t lying when she said she bought them for me. I think she just guessed I was wearing them and sought to embarrass me.” Draco admitted sheepishly.

Harry laughed. “So you have a lacy fetish, hmm? Now as much as I like the Gryffindor Goddess idea, I think I would rather have you naked…” he murmured. Draco quite agreed.