"I hate you, too." - Draco Malfoy Fanfic

Chapter 8

I kissed a girl and I liked it,

the taste of her cherry chapstick.

- Katy Perry.

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"Six minutes till curfew." Francesca squealed from ahead where she skipped up the stairs to the seventh floor. "If you keep screaming then Filch is going to find us and discover that we're up to something." Eden bit back a smile at her friends cheerfulness. 

"Five minutes until curfew." Was Francesca's only response as they finally reached the top of the stairs and started down the long hallway to the room of requirements. The tall entryway began to reveal itself as Francesca neared, and then the two girls pushed their way inside. 

The soft glow of a fire was the first thing to reach Edens senses, followed by the heat. Warm coloured rugs, couches and pillows were spread around the cozy room, giving it a very homely feel. It felt very un-slytherin, and Eden assumed that it was perhaps a Gryffindor that had triggered the form that the room took. 

"Hi." Ginny waved from the circle she sat in, patting the last two spots in the circle, which were both on either side of her. On Ginnys left, next to the open space, sat Theo Nott. On Ginnys right, next to the empty space, sat Draco Malfoy. 

"Too slow!" Francesca dashed forward, dropping to Ginnys left so she was in between Ginny and Theo--leaving Eden beside Draco. "This is what I get for coming with you?" Eden grumbled as she dropped glumly to Ginnys right. 

"Why are you here?" Draco scowled, and Eden ignored him. "I think that's everyone except for Astoria, but she'll be here soon." Cormac Mclaggen-- a Gryffindor boy-- lounged back against a pillow. "Let's start."

"How do you play?" Francesca chirped, and Blaise began to explain. "This bottle." Blaise placed an empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle. "..Will be spun by whoever's turn it is. Whoever spun the bottle gets to ask the person it lands on if they want a truth or dare. If you pick truth, you take Veritaserum to make sure it's the actual truth. If you choose dare, then you do a dare. You can change your mind if you don't like the dare or truth that you get." He finished. "So who's starting?"

"I'll start." Francesca spun the bottle, and it landed on Graham Montague. "Truth or dare?" She asked, and Graham responded with dare. "I dare you to lick Adrians foot." Francesca pointed to Adrian Pucey, who obviously didn't really care whether his foot would be licked or not. 

"Tastes like salt." Was all Graham said as he completed the dare. Graham then spun the bottle, and the game continued a few rounds before Cormac spun it and it landed on Eden. "Truth or dare?" He cocked his eyebrows. "Dare."

"I dare you to sit in someones lap for one round. Anyone of your choosing, as long as it's a guy." Cormac grinned, and Eden searched circle for the most tolerable male. Blaise looked hopeful, but there was no way Eden would go down that road. 

"Theo, may I sit in your lap?" Eden sighed, and Theo huffed out a laugh. "Why of course." He gestured to himself, and Eden made her way over to him, climbing into his lap as gracefully as she could manage. This was already embarrassing enough. 

"Why Theo?" Blaise scoffed in disbelief. "Because Theo seems to be the most respecting guy in the room. Which says something, by the way." Eden added as Theo's chest began to puff out in pride--his pego quickly deflated. 

Eden spun the bottle, and it landed on Francesca. She played it easy on her friend. "Draco, truth or dare?" Francesca asked as her turn finished and it landed on Draco. Eden had already departed from Theo by then. It wasn't as uncomfortable as she thought it'd be, but he was far too warm and the room was already hot enough.