Rarely Pure and Never Simple

Chapter 9

A/N: Heyyy thanks again for reading this story, it means so much to me! Also this book already has like 60 readers yay!
I never thought that someone would actually give this book a chance but anyways thank u so much if u came back for the 9th chapter! <3
But without further sappy talking, enjoy this chapter! :)
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Summary of this chapter:
In which alcohol is consumed, drinking games are played, Interhouse slumber parties occur, and penises are mentioned.
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"We'll start with something simple," Pansy said, gesturing to the shot glasses set up before everyone. They had levitated both beds against the walls to give them space in the center of the dorm, where they all sat on the floor in a circle. An air of uncertainty hung over the group, but the six of them seemed to be trying to ignore it as best they could. "We'll each take turns saying something like never have I ever...I dunno, got in a knockdown with someone older than me, or something, and if you have done that, you take a drink. Simple?"

"I'm really not sure about this, Parkinson," Granger said nervously, shooting her shot glass a mistrustful look.

"Don't worry, Granger," Pansy soothed, "I've watered all the shots down so nobody gets pissed too quickly and we can play as long as we like without getting alcohol poisoning. And I have pumpkin juice here as a chaser if anybody needs it. And this is a bonding game; it's one of the fastest ways to get to really know a person. We're about to learn everybody's secrets," she grinned, and Granger and Weasley traded uneasy looks.

"I'll start," Blaise said, tapping his chin in thought. "Hmm...never have I ever..." he paused to grin wickedly at Draco, "had sex on a friend's bed without them knowing."

Draco glared as both Pansy and Blaise took a shot but turned in surprise to find that Weasley's hand was trembling as both he and Granger raised their glasses to their mouths. Granger coughed and choked as the harsh liquid burned its way down her throat, automatically reaching out for the pumpkin juice Pansy had set next to her.

"Oh, I probably should have mentioned," Pansy smiled angelically, "Blaise and I did cast a compulsion charm on the drinks before you lot got here. There's no lying in this game, darlings."

"You hexed us?" Weasley growled, glaring at her.

"Of course not," Pansy rolled her eyes. "We're all under the same compulsion. All it does is make it impossible to lie during this game. So be careful with the questions you ask, because other people may just take their revenge by asking an even more personal question you have to drink at."

"If it was my bed," Potter interrupted, staring at Weasley and Granger with a disgruntled look, "then I really really do not want to know."

Weasley shrugged uncomfortably as Granger flushed, and Harry buried his face in his hands with a groan.

"See?" Pansy said brightly. "Aren't we learning so much about each other already?"

"But I didn't want to know!" Harry complained, words muffled by his hands. "I preferred ignorance, thank you."

"But now you do know," Pansy said sympathetically. "Don't worry, Blaise shagged Daphne in Draco's bed, so you're not the only one traumatized. And I shagged someone in Daphne's bed without her ever knowing, so it's full circle, really."

"Who did you shag in Daphne's bed?" Blaise asked in interest.

"Never you mind," Pansy sniffed, cheeks pink. "Your turn, Draco."

"Right..." Draco paused, trying to think of a question. "Never have I ever...looked through a friend's belongings without their permission."

The Gryffindors watched as all three Slytherins took a drink, taking small sips from the jug of pumpkin juice afterward.