Summons

l o s s 7

A/N- Heyyy guyssss i didn't forget about you. Sorry i haven't updated in a while, i've been taking a little break. But we backkkk.

:lenora assandra:

We stepped into our room with a slight awkwardness, neither of us talking to each other. Draco kicked off his shoes and I did the same, then, as is the routine, poured two glasses of firewhiskey.

I walked over towards the table and Draco and I simultaneously downed our drinks.

"Yours?" Draco finally asked.

I slid my card across the table and he read it.

You must tell your partner how you lost your virginity.

This definitely peaked his interest, as he finally showed some emotion with a curious look crossing his face.

"And yours?" I asked. He hesitated for a moment, and I wondered how bad his card could possibly be.

He copied my motion and slid his card across the table.

Your partner must tie you up and tease you with a feather.

Wow, that's not even that bad. I mean, I guess he prefers to be dominant and it might be out of his comfort zone. Still, most of these cards were out of my comfort zone too, so it's only fair.

"Intriguing," I muttered.

"I could say the same about yours."

"Well, I suppose this will be an exciting round."

"I suppose so," he finished, a slight smirk on his face.

Not exactly willing to begin to preform the cards yet, I stood there holding the empty glass in my hand. It was only natural that I would preform my card first, since it would be weird the other way around.

"Should we do yours first, then?" he asked.

I sighed and pulled a chair from the table, gesturing for him to sit.

"So, who was the lucky man?"

I hesitated. He knows that he won't like the answer no matter what it is, but he really doesn't know how bad it is.

"Fred Weasley," I blurted, deciding to just get it over with.

His face dropped.

"A Weasley? You lost it to a Weasley?" he said with a dry laugh. "And how would that happen, then?" he scoffed.

"It was just over the summer. I didn't really have feelings for him or anything, I just figured it was time. It's not as if you've got any place to judge. You probably lost it to Parkinson or something."

"Well that's not my card, is it?" he said with a wry smile, scoffing again and looking away.

"You realize you have no place to be angry at me," I returned his energy, scoffing as well.
"I barely knew you before tonight, and your baseless distaste for the Weasley family doesn't have anything to do with me."