The Carnal Club

A Game Changer

   "He seemed very intrigued by your sexual interests; I have to say."

   "I don't want to talk about it."

   "Should have seen his eyebrows raise into his hairline when I told him you liked it from behind-"

   "Let's not go over that bit, please-"

   "And the skip in his step when he thought he had you on the ropes... bloody hell Hermione, he looked delighted... elated, even."

   Hermione could not help the smile that came to her lips as Harry sat next to her with his hands practically over his ears. He always did grow nauseous when her and Ron discussed anything about their sex lives. It was even worse when they were together...Harry could barely look in their direction without turning green.

   "Has Malfoy asked you whether you plan on shutting the club down?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject. "I only ask because me and Ginny are currently in third place and we plan on making the Halloween Ball count."

   Hermione scrunched up her nose and it was Ron's turn to get uncomfortable now as he choked on his morning toast. "Mate... that's my sister..."

   "How could I forget..." Harry winked at Hermione curiously. "...she was calling me Daddy last night..."

   Tittering broke out at the tables around them as other students overheard their conversations and Ron turned purple. "Low blow..." the redhead mumbled as Blaise Zibini and Daphne Greengrass came to sit on the opposite side of their table.

   "He's not asked me," Hermione replied to Harry as she glanced through the Daily Prophet. "But the predicament I am in is that if I don't tell then I could lose my Head Girl privileges..." Blaise and Harry rolled their eyes and she looked up at them scornfully, before sighing. "But if I do tell then I'll be like a social leper to half of my student peers, when all I've gone on about over the last few days is how I can't believe that no one thought that they could trust me enough to tell me about this little game you all have going on."

   "You know we couldn't tell you." Ron told her through a mouth full of sausages. "Rules of the game-"

   "But even if you could Ronald," She fixed him with a heated looked. "It still remains to be seen if anyone would have actually told me about it in case they thought that I would spoil their fun-"

   "Well, would you have told?" Blaise asked her as he buttered his toast casually. "If we were able to tell you about it, would you have gone running to the fun police?"

   She felt everyone's eyes on her suddenly. "Well no, of course not-" she sputtered, feeling put on the spot. Not that she was lying... she had no intention from the start of ratting out her friends... after all, what the teachers didn't know would not hurt them and she refused to end her final year by being seen as the prude who ruined all the sexual fun.

   "Problem solved then-" Blaise shrugged and added jam to his butterknife. "You now know about the game and we all know that you won't rat us out...everyone's happy."

   "Except for Draco." Daphne told him with a roll of her eyes.

   "Except for Draco." Blaise repeated with a nod of the head. "He's never happy."

   "Although he did hold a smile on his face for longer than a second this morning because of the silent contributor-" Daphne smirked and looked around her to make sure that no one else was listening. "Apparently the winnings have been significantly increased by an unknown source putting money into the pot."