Planning Party Games: Drarry

Cards, Wands, and Nudity Part Two

     They went through a few more rounds, resulting in Pansy's satin loungewear top missing, and an all to comfortable Harry Potter in nothing but his rather tight square cut briefs.

     "One more round and the rest of us can confirm the nickname-" Parvati teased, elbowing Seamus lightly, letting her head flop onto his shoulder as she began to giggle.

     "Just because I have shit luck doesn't mean you should take advantage of me." Harry chided, raising an eyebrow to the gossiping group.

     "Shit luck my ass!" Ron called, nodding his head to the boys across the circle for backup.

     "Spoken by the boy who lived twice, war hero, and the winner of the triwizard tournament." Theo drawled, raising an eyebrow to the near fully bare man two seats away from him.

"Ron, you and me both know that I am about as hopeless as they come." Harry retorted, pulling a knee up to his chest.

"The sorting hat said otherwise." Hermione recalled, "Brave, smart, kind, and cunning, pretty well rounded don't you think?" She smirked, victoriously placing her hand in her palm.

     "The odds of me having done well in Slytherin are as good as the odds of me losing my pants next round." Harry tried to assure.

     "So absolute." Dean chuckled from where he sat next to Seamus and Padma.

     "Bad analogy."

     "You'd think being the best seeker Hogwarts has seen in at least a century you'd have better reflexes, Potter." Padma chuckled along with Dean, resting her forehead in her hand as her back bounced in cahoots with her short gasps for breath.

     "Yes, yes, terrible reflexes, can we get this over with?" He asked, gesturing to the empty center of the circle and the scattered card deck.

     "Risky game, you sure you want to chance going fully nude?" Blaise questioned through his grin as he absentmindedly twirled Theo's hair between his fingers.

     "Anything for my beauty sleep." Harry replied bluntly, casting a tempus. "It's nine, I'm tired."

     "Your Gryffindor courage will not serve you well here." Draco added, smirking.

     "Maybe not my Gryffindor courage, but I will be fine." Harry chuckled, wandlessly summoning and beginning to shuffle the scattered cards.

     "Let the suffering begin." Blaise announced, snickering as Harry threw the spell bound deck of cards at his head. "Four for you, four for you, four for you, four for you..." He thought out loud as he dealt the cards, going around the circle.

     "Ok, three, two, one, go!" Pansy signaled causing Blaise to jolt into action, quickly making a grab for the top of the unstraightened deck.

"Already half way there-" Blaise declared in a sing song tone as he ripped through another three cards.

"Right with you!" Parvati shouted, "Looks like you're in trouble, Harry." She laughed, accelerating her pace.

"Shit." Harry replied under his breath for no one to hear. "Possibly." He responded to the group this time, having regained his slipping poker face.

"One left-" Ron taunted happily, quickly side glancing at Harry's panic before returning to his cards.

"How? It's been a little over two minutes and I haven't got a fucking match!" Harry complained, still focusing intensely on his own hand, consisting of a ten of hearts, a seven of spades, a three of diamonds, and a king of hearts.

"One language, two you need a better strategy, three, I win!" Hermione screamed giddily, swiftly grabbing her wand before anyone could blink.

"Fuck-" Theo gasped, lunging forward and shuffling about until he grabbed Ron's wand.

"Yes!" Draco exclaimed, again, finding his own wand in his hands and casting a shielding charm.

"Damn it-" Padma swore as she scuffed her knee on the rug as she belly flopped to the center.

Everyone settled soon after, glancing around the circle to see who lost something, those who hadn't lost an article of clothing rather pleased.

"I take it Harry's reflexes failed him again?" Pansy giggled, looking around the room for a mop of wavy raven hair.

"Sneaky bastard! How did you manage to smuggle the invisibility cloak down?" Ron yelled, looking up the stairwell on which Harry was inevitably climbing up.

"Huh-" Everyone besides Ron and Hermione said in unison, the shock on their faces all to evident.

     "Constant concealment charm, wandless shrinking charm, put it in my hoodie pocket, took it out and put it behind me when we started playing, wandless finite, and no one saw a thing." Harry explained from what was equivalent to the third floor, still making his way up as he went. "Suckers." He laughed, peaking his head out from the cloak and peering over the railing at the top of the spiral.

    His head then disappeared and a door closing echoed through the silent common room. Hermione and Ron sat discouraged, finding it all to unfair and the rest still sat stiff, mouths slightly ajar.

     "Can someone explain what just happened?" Theo asked quietly, looking expectantly to an upward glaring Hermione and Ron.

     "Harry has been set from the start really." Ron scoffed, not looking away from the top rail where Harry's head had just been.

     "To start, Harry's bloodline traces back to the three brothers, who are quite real, from the tale of the deathly hallows that we were told when we were younger." Hermione began to recite, finally looking away from the glass ceiling.

     "Well shit." Dean whispered, raising an eyebrow as his line of sight moved to dorm sixes door.

     "And so he inherited the first token of the hallows." Hermione resumed. "The next, being the elder wand, went like this:" Hermione paused for a breath, "Dumbledore had it for a while, Draco disarmed Dumbledore making it his, bet you didn't know that, and then that day at the manor Harry took Draco's wand making not only Draco's own wand his, but also claiming the elder wand. And so he had the second token of the hallows." She paused again, finding Draco's current expression comical.

     "I didn't even get to use it..." Draco moped, putting his chin in his hands and wordlessly signaling Hermione to continue.

    "And when Dumbledore passed, in his will, he gave Harry the snitch from his first quidditch match. As Harry went into the woods to die, he realized that it would open if he pressed his lips to it, which revealed the resurrection stone, giving him the third token of the hallows and making himself the final 'master of death." She finished, looking to the group.

     "Oh my god."