Summons

v e r i t y 7

:lenora assandra:

When Draco and I entered the main room, about half of the other players were already on the sofas. Like always, everyone that had already arrived were sitting next to their partners, so me and Draco did the same.

Hermione and Nott were having a normal conversation, but you wouldn't guess that given the lustful eyes that they were making at each other. Ginny and Zabini were having a very animated conversation, Ginny laughing loudly and hitting his arm.

Draco and I found an empty spot as he took my hand, not really caring about our original seats at the moment. We sat down and he put his arm around me, pulling me into him.

"You're good with your mouth, love," he whispered.

I choked.

I looked around to make sure no one else heard that, coughing as I did so. I received strange looks from a couple of the others as Draco laughed at my reaction, but it seemed that no one else had heard what he said.

Thank Merlin.

I looked at him as I finished coughing, him looking back with a satisfied and amused look.

"Really? Well, I guess I could say the same to you," I replied, finally regaining my composure and wit.

His eyes lit up.

He didn't say anything, but he raised eyes eyebrows and shrugged as if to say "I know."

He brushed my hair from my shoulder and put his hand on my cheek, a weird display of affection coming from Draco.

He gave me a chaste kiss, keeping the PDA at a minimum in front of the others, which I was admittedly grateful for.

Still, the action did warm my heart a little, being on the receiving end of a side of Draco that not many have seen.

It kind of made me feel special, even though I knew this was just a game.

Was it-

No, it's just a game.

Still, after he kissed me, I snuggled a little closer to him.

Soon enough, the rest of the group joined us.

Except Ron and Pansy.

The other players noted this, and Draco decided to take the initiative.

"Scarhead, go check on those two, will you? See if they're forfeiting, because they've got," he turned to the timer, "36 seconds to get in here."

Harry didn't say much, just nodded and walked towards the only still-occupied room.

He rapped on the door when he approached it, waiting a second before calling for Ron.

"Ron, are you forfeiting?" he asked.

There was a bit of shuffling from the other side of the door until it opened, revealing through a small crack, Ron wearing a dark, Gryffindor-red robe.

"Yeah, sorry mate," Ron shrugged.

Well, that was more or less unexpected. I knew someone would forfeit, but I sort of expected it to be Neville and Davis.