Dramione Instagram - Eighth Grade

Pansy

@ParkinsonQueen: I'll wear red for you
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@Hermione_g: I'll steal you from him

@A_Greengrass: stunning ml

@slytherinprince: that's what you bought yourself. You had the opportunity to buy yourself anything for YOUR birthday and you bought yourself a fucking red dress

@theboywholived: sorry I'm late. I was busy shopping for wedding venues. Marry me pls
@ParkinsonQueen: good boyfriend

@ParkinsonQueen: come play truth or dare ;)
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Hermione knocks lightly on the Slytherin common room entrance and Pansy swings open the door, wearing her classic smirk.

"You were almost late Granger,"
"Are you already drunk?" Hermione scoffs.
"Hardly," the slytherin tuts before dragging Hermione inside.

Hermione sits down beside Harry and offers him a delicate smile, to which he returns with a wide grin.

"Ok!" Pansy yells standing up.
"I'll start,"

"Harry, who did you lose your virginity to," she says, smirking despite his embarrassed blush.

"Cho, sixth year," he mumbles.

"Nice one Potter," Blaise says, grinning as Harry frowns.

Draco rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist, signalling for him to continue.

Harry scoffs before directing his attention to Draco as well.
"Malfoy truth or dare,"
"Dare." he answers smoothly, raising an eyebrow.

"I dare you to kiss Hermione." he says as Pansy shoves him roughly in the ribs.
Astoria scoffs, "You realise he isn't single."

"Then a single kiss for truth or dare shouldn't be a big deal," Pansy says, rolling her eyes. "Oh come on Tori, you have kissed someone for truth and dare even when you weren't single." She adds on.

Astoria rolls her eyes and crosses her arms but doesn't object any further.

"Granger?" Draco mumbles, watching her for a reaction.

"Yea whatever," she says, and he quickly wraps his hand around the back of her neck, dragging her face towards his. As quickly as her lips meet his, he pulls away, sitting back down.

Blaise raises an eyebrow at her from his seat beside her and she narrows her eyes in response.

"Adrian truth or dare," Draco says.
"Dare,"
"I dare you to do a nude sprint of the second floor at exactly midnight."
Adrian scoffs as he checks his watch.
"We better sneak up there, it is 10 minutes away." he says, rolling his eyes.
The group leaves the common room as one, making their way through the halls.

Ginny was giggling the whole time, Luna was rambling about a potions book, Blaise kept shushing everyone, Pansy clapped whenever there wasn't anyone around a corner.

As the reached the second floor Adrian ripped off his shirt and pulled down his pants. He shivered slightly in the cold and hook his fingers on his boxers.

Draco smirked and began the countdown with Blaise, "10!"
Everyone seemed to glance over at this.
"9!" Pansy joins in.
"8!" Ginny and Theo join in counting.
"7!" Astoria begins to giggle.
"6!"
"5!" Adrian glances around a corner to make sure no one was there.
"4!"
"3!" Hermione glances away.
"2!"
"1!" Adrian rips off his boxers and takes off in a sprint, determined to make the journey as fast as possible.
He circles one corner and the group waits in place for him to make it back.

"You think someone will catch him?" Astoria asks anxiously.
"Yep," Draco says, enunciating the 'p'.
Everyone turns to him and Hermione gasps, her hand going to her mouth to cover the giggle.

"What!" Pansy demands.

"Prefects do rounds at this exact time for the second floor." Draco says, smirking.

He checks his watch, "In about three, two, one."

"Pucey!" Came the screech of some random 6th year from a hallways over and Draco grins.
"Right on time," he finishes.

The group begins to giggle.
"We should run," Hermione whispers but doesn't move.

She feels a hand lightly tug on her wrist and she id being dragged along, the others having already scattered.

She is yanked into a small alcove, her back pressed against someone's chest.
"What-" she begins but it immediately cut off as their hand is pressed firmly against her mouth.
"I heard footsteps go this way," a voice said from around the corner.

"Very well," Mcgonagals voice came as she rounded the corner.
Hermione tensed and the person behind her rubs soothing circles against the skin of her waist.

She doesn't dare try to see who it is in case the movement makes it obvious where she is.

She listens carefully as the footsteps fade and releases a sigh, pushing the persons hand away she clutches her chest in shock.

Glancing up at them she meets the cold grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.