Drarry One Shots

Why Am I Eating a Chocolaty Stick Again? (Suggestion)

Fun fact: I got my first kiss from a girl (that wasn't basically rape) playing this game last year, with my buddy at school. (I am also a girl, for those who haven't guessed). Took me a second to remember what the commenter was requesting cause I didn't know the name of the game at the time.
I still have yet to achieve a kiss from a male. Some day, though. *Sigh*

Summery-Dummary-Summer-Drummer-Dumber-Sumysum: Can you guess what happens when a muggleborn brings Pocky to Hogwarts?

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This wasn't how Harry planned to spend his Saturday night. He expected it to be boring, with homework and food, sneaking off into the kitchens and the like. 

But instead he was being coaxed to go to some thing in some place or other to play some game he had never heard of.

Clearly, he had all the information he needed. He was now walking slightly hesitantly behind Hermione, who looked partly eager and partly disapproving. Ron walked along side her, with the same hesitance in his step that Harry had.

"Uhm, why are we going again, Hermione? And could you explain to me again, what it is we're doing?" Harry asked after several floors of ascending. Hermione glanced over her shoulder to look at the boy.

"Do you remember Justin? From Hufflepuff? He was in our year. He came back after the war to redo is last year." Hermione said quickly, almost as if skimming over the subject would ruin the whole month. Harry understood why. He himself hardly ever wanted to think of the war. Hogwarts, with it's still slightly damaged walls and burn-marked tables, was a constant reminder of the war that had taken place, but he forced himself to ignore it. His education was more important. Wouldn't Hermione be proud of him?

"Yeah, he was a Muggleborn, wasn't he?"

"Yes. He said he ordered some pocky from a store in Diagon. He's hosting this thing tonight, eighth years only, we're going to go play. To lighten up the tension, you know?"

"Pocky? Is that a charm or sommat for your pockets?" Ron broke in before Harry could.

Hermione shook her head with a smile. "No, it's a food. There's this little pastry stick, and it has some sort of tasty thing on one end; chocolate or strawberry, usually. It's a few inches long, three or four." Harry and Ron nodded. 

"You said it was a game?"

"Yes. It's a...juvenile type of game, but it's rather fun. What it is, is two people are on either end of the pocky, and they have to eat it from each end until one backs off, or they kiss, in which it becomes a tie." Ron looked slightly disturbed, while Harry just shrugged. It couldn't be that bad.

"Have you played before, Hermione?" Harry asked curiously. They were still walking, but Harry felt the atmosphere shifting slightly, almost like they were getting closer.

"Twice, when I was fourteen and fifteen, in the summer. Never kissed anyone, though." She admitted, blushing as she looked at her red-haired boyfriend.

"Who would you even play with? No one at Hogwarts is around you during the summer." Ron was looking sullenly at the floor, angry at the prospect of someone getting that close to Hermione, even before they were dating.

"Ron, I do have muggle friends, you know. It is a muggle game." Hermione said with a roll of her eyes. Harry found himself blinking for a second. Of course Hermione had muggle friends. Harry had just never had any himself, so he supposed the thought never crossed his mind. Ron, meanwhile, was going red from embarrassment. "We're here!" Hermione announced, standing in front of a plain wooden door with a small sheet of paper on it, explaining the rules of pocky. It was just as Hermione explained. Harry shrugged again. Seemed easy enough.

They entered. Inside, there were already a slightly large ring of people in the middle of the room, which Harry, Hermione and Ron soon joined. Harry recognized many faces, and became saddened when he realized how many should be here, but weren't. 

They waited for several more minutes, while a few more people trickled in, and then Justin stood on his chair. "Okay, everyone read the paper, right? Okay, this is just a light hearted game meant to bring some spirits up. It's not serious and there aren't any consequences for not making it all the way. It's just supposed to get some laughs. Everyone got that?" He received a murmur in reply, and nodding in satisfaction, he reached behind him and pulled out four boxes, all identical and brightly colored.

"Forty sticks. We can do a couple rounds this way. I'll be spinning two bottles, switching off every time. One is straight, and one is crooked, to mix it up a big. Good? Good! Let's get started." Justin reached into the bag he had pulled the pocky out of, pulling out the regular bottle. Everyone shuffled into a neater circle, and Harry took another chance to glance over the attendance. 

Seamus, Dean, Neville, Blaise, Zacharias, Mitchell, Malfoy, Pansy, Parvati, Padma, himself, Ron, Hermione, Justin, and several others were all gathered around. Harry himself was between Seamus and Ron.

Justin sent the bottle spinning rapidly. It took several seconds to slow, and when it finally did it settled on Padma and Zach. Justin pulled out the first stick, handing it to the two as the stood in the center of the circle.

They were hardly a hairsbreadth apart when Padma pulled back, giggling and blushing brightly. Harry found himself snorting. The circle clapped, and the game continued.

Harry watched with inattentive eyes. It was nice seeing his friends having fun together, sharing light laughs and giggles. He really only focused when the bottle seemed to be landing close to him, but it never did. He found his eyes flicking to Malfoy every so once in awhile, who was a few seats to his left. 

Malfoy and him shared a second of brief eye-contact, before Harry broke off, blushing slightly, turning back to Blaise and Pansy. He couldn't help himself from wishing he'd get a chance with Malfoy, before immediately crushing the idea. 

Christmas had already passed, it was too late to be making wishes. He'd dealt with the stupid crush this long, he'd deal with it now. The crowd became silent suddenly, and Harry found himself sitting up from his slouched position, blinking for a second to regain his awareness. He looked at the bottle, to see what had the crowd so quiet. Had it exploded?

No, it hadn't. The crooked bottle was pointed strongly at him. He followed it's path, where the other end was pointed at-oh, shite.

Malfoy.

Who was looking at him with slight horror in his eyes. Harry wanted to curl into a ball, shrinking away from that look. He and Malfoy had been on okay-ish terms since the war, but they hadn't actually spoken to each other since. It was a silent agreement. Fighting like that was childish. They were too grown to do such silly things now.

He looked to Hermione. "Is it in the rules that I can back out?" He asked quietly, breaking the silence. Hermione shook her head. Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Figured." He sighed, and looked back up at Malfoy shyly.

"Here." Justin handed Harry the stick, eyes flickering between the two rapidly, like everyone else. Harry blushed brightly, scooting forward a bit. When Malfoy stayed where he was, Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Scared, Malfoy?" He asked, smirking slightly, even though he wanted nothing more than to run away in this moment in time.

Draco snorted. "You wish, Potter. I simply am not moving because I don't want to." 

"Don't be a git about it. Let's get it over with, yes?" Harry said, making Malfoy sigh as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He scooted forward begrudgingly, sniffing delicately. 

"This ever leaves this room." Draco called out, looking at the occupants who only nodded, silently urging them to continue the game. Harry moved to put the chocolate-covered side in his mouth, when Malfoy grabbed his wrist.

"Why do you get the chocolate side?" He asked, affronted. 

"Because I was handed the stick, Malfoy. Grow up."

"I will not. It's unfair."

"Then get close enough to taste the chocolate for all I care. Can we get this over with, now?" Draco snorted in malcontent, before straightening his posture. Harry put the stick in his mouth, leaning forward. Draco looked slightly panicked, before he leaned closer as well, biting the stick lightly, almost snapping it.

They slowly chewed to the middle, Harry had to cross his eyes to see the blond in front of him. He could count the tiny splatter of almost non-existent freckles on Draco's face, and could see each individual eyelash. 

Harry was distracted until he realized he could feel something on his lips. He pulled back sharply. "You weren't supposed to go that far!" He squeaked. Draco shuffled back into place.

"I wasn't about to back down. I thought you would." He mumbled. Harry felt his face flame, too embarrassed to notice the light pink dusting on Malfoy's neck. Harry looked around himself. Everyone was looking between him and Draco slowly, or rapidly, as though expecting an exploasion. Harry thought he might combust of embarrassment. Or was that nerves? He wasn't sure. He wondered if his classmates would enjoy that.

"What're you lot standing about for?" Harry asked sharply. The game was sent back into motion. Harry sat back against a wall, feeling a pout on his lips. He would never be able to eat chocolate the same way again.

Stupid Malfoy.

Wait a moment.

He just got kissed.

By Malfoy.

Well.

Shite.

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I have a question. If you're wearing a skirt, and you go to use the bathroom, do you pull it up or down??