27 | ﴾ Truth or Dare ﴿

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Friday morning was begrudging at best. I wrote three exams in the span of one day, dismissed from all other classes and only allowed to take a break for lunch. I was ready for a reckless, drunken night with Hilda before she even had the opportunity to suggest it.

We were in our shared commons picking outfits and getting ready, "So, tell me what progress you've made on this whole Draco nightmare, Frenchness," She chattered light heartedly while digging around in a box full of jewelry. I glanced around to ensure that we were alone.

"'arry Potter and 'ermione Granger will 'elp," I stated, tugging at a gold long sleeved dress that I'd just put on.

Hilda's chin shot up, "Why would you ever want help from Gryffindor's? God, they're so annoying. Think they know everything." She frowned at a bracelet in her fingers.

I inspected the glittery dress using my grandmother's hand mirror. It was practically vacuum sealed to my curves and fairly short above my thighs. "Dey 'ave deir uses. And, I am going to seduce 'im tonight." I smirked at her.

Hilda grinned stepping off of her bed. Her flirty red dress swirled with the movement looking like a flower petal around her waist, "Ooh, let's have some fun with that poor boy tonight. You are definitely wearing that. And this..." She flicked her fingers through the jewelry box and emerged holding a bright gold necklace with a sapphire in the center. It looked like it belonged in an Egyptian museum. I clapped my hands with excited approval.

By the time we were walking down the stairs we had already procured a strong buzz, drinking recklessly as usual from Hilda's new bottomless flask. We both had to steady ourselves on the curvilinear wall as we took calculated steps on the stone stairs in pointy high heels. Pansy passed us on the way up the stairs and she stopped momentarily to take in our dresses with a judgmental sneer.

The common room was packed in a typical manner. Hilda and I drew a few glances as we crossed the room to the fireplace where the older students were clustered, some sat on the floor in front of the tall fireplace. I spotted Draco in a large green leather seat.

He had on an incredibly sharp navy blue suit that hugged him tightly and my heart lurched uncomfortably as I took in just how utterly stunning he looked. He was poised in the chair, one arm bent on the arm rest up towards his face with a crystal glass, dark liquid swirling inside. His bright blue eyes were focused on Blaise who he was laughing back and forth with, and his ring glinted in the green firelight.

"Well, that's your man," Hilda said shaking her head awestruck, "My god, it's too bad he's such an insufferable prick. You remember what we planned, right?" She purred and winked at me. I watched her break away and go wedge herself between Blaise and Marcus who didn't seem to mind her addition to their couch at all.

With my heart fluttering I stepped up to the group. Draco's eyes flickered directly to mine like magnets. He raised an eyebrow at me with a sly grin, scanning slowly down my body predatorially. I grinned back at him and moved around his chair, sitting directly in his lap. I draped my arm around his neck and threw my legs over the arm of the chair making myself comfortable square in his lap. He froze entirely and I forced myself not to laugh at his wide eyes and shocked expression. Boys in the vicinity started roaring with laughter at the bold move. Hilda looked about to burst from laughter as well but maintained a wide smile instead.

"Got her trained real good eh Malfoy?" Marcus Flint slapped his knee, eyeing my legs with a positively animalistic expression.

"Shut the fuck up Flint," Hilda sliced at him.

Draco was squirming underneath me and I could sense he was fighting an erection from forming, "What are you doing?" He hissed under his breath, our faces close together. His breath smelled strongly of fire whiskey, "Change of heart all of a sudden?" He didn't seem convinced that I had sat on him honestly. His eyes were lasered in on mine, eyebrows knit tightly together.

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