Chapter 2
We enter a simple but beautiful room. The walls are painted dark blue with beautiful silver details. There is a red couch against the wall and a big blue carpet on the ground with pillows on top of it.
"I say we start off with a shot." Malfoy grabs the shot glasses and pours the alcohol in them.
A few minutes later we are all sitting on the ground with a bottle laying in the middle of the circle. I look around the circle; "I think we should start off with a fun game, dare, truth or strip. Whoever the bottle lands on needs to answer the question or they take off a piece of clothing. If it is a dare you cannot refuse it." Malfoy starts smiling, "it is always good to have a Ravenclaw with you, am I right?"
Parkinson looks at me. I look back at her dark green eyes who look even brighter because of the black eyeliner she is wearing. I am observing her jaw which is accentuated by her short dark brown hair.
I hate this girl. I truly do. She is loud, annoying and ignorant. She has a big mount and always feels like sharing her opinion. But she keeps showing in my thoughts at night, when I am alone in my bed. Every time I am eating my dinner, I look around to try and find her. And our discussions have never been worse but have never felt better.
I don't think she realises the look I give her is not just filled with hate. However, I do think that Malfoy knows because that bloody man just seems to see everything.
I have never had feelings for anyone. Shit, I don't have feelings for her. That would be one big fucking joke. Sam and Pansy. No. I don't get feelings for people, they fuck you op. But, bloody hell, Parkinson. She is something different.
Her full lips are forming a smile and she gives me a wink, "Hey Jones keep paying attention, the bottle landed on you."
I start smiling, "okay so what's the question?" I hear Theo asking me how many girls I have kissed. I have been out as bisexual for almost two years now. It has been difficult in the beginning, but right now most people are accepting it. The fact that last year, my fifth year at Hogwarts, a lot of other people have been coming out as well has helped more people accepting it.
I look at Theo, "I think around twelve, but I have not exactly kept count of it." Malfoy starts laughing, "Shit Theo, she has kissed more girls than you." Theo gives him a punch in his side but points at the bottle to remind me of spinning it again.
It lands on Parkinson. I look at her and again I get lost into her eyes.
I hear her saying truth. "Who is your crush?", I ask her. Her left eye squeezes together a bit. There is something different about playing these games behind the walls of Hogwarts, you can't lie. Some weird magic shit but it does make these games a lot more fun. Her hands are making their way to her blouse and she slowly starts to unbutton it. She starts at the top. Her collarbones and her cleavage were already exposed but after she opened the first two buttons her bra became visible to. The dark green lace slowly caught my eye and later the piercing in her bellybutton.
I look back up and I see that she is looking at me with one eyebrow rising above the other. The bottle landed on Malfoy. "Dare", he says.
Parkinson starts smiling, "lets spice things up, shall we? I dare you to French kiss Jones." I start laughing, "okay, let's go for it Malfoy."
Draco is a dear friend of mine and very attractive. No, he is really fucking hot. However, I never developed feelings for him. He is just not my type when it comes to serious shit. I love drinking and smoking with him and some occasional fucks, but that's it.
I grab the bottle of fire whisky and take a big sip while slowly crawling toward Malfoy. His white hair and strong bone structure are pulling me further. He smirks at me, "you really think you are topping me Jones?" I look back at him "what else did you expect from me?"
I get closer to him until I can feel his breath on my face. I look into his eyes while placing my hands behind his head. I comb my fingers through his soft hair and my eyes are slowly moving down but stop at his lips. The edges of his lips curve up and before I know it, he places his hands on my hips and shoves me on top of his lap.
I place my lips on top of his and start kissing him. We start of slow but are building it up and intensifying the kiss.
I place my lips on his bottom lip and pull it. He places his teeth on to my lip and softly bites on it.
My hands are slowly moving downwards and discovering his neck and his broad shoulders. His hands are still on my hips, but he starts squeezing them more.
And then, I feel his tongue against my lips. I open mine and his tongue starts making his way into my mouth. My tongue acts on its own now and we deepen the kiss. I start moving my hips on his laps and I can feel his crotch getting bigger.
Just when I am really getting into it, I hear Pansy, "Okay, okay I think we have seen enough, get a room next time." I pull myself out of the kiss and take a glance at her. She sees me looking and quickly moves her eyes towards the ground.
I make my way back to my pillow and sit down. Theo starts laughing, "wow guys, that got awkward rather quickly, let's take a shot and continue."
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Pansy Parkinson
FanfictionA short story where the hate between two girls turns out to be more than just hate.