Released ~ Bound Shorts

Not Exactly Torture

A/N: Fair warning - Here be limes

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"Truth, dare, double dare, fuck, kiss or torture!" The well-known singsong was followed by a silence that made Hermione nervous. She shifted slightly in her spot, glaring around the circle, made up of her friends.

"It's love, kiss or torture," she admonished primly. Ron and Harry had the sense to blush, while the others just giggled.

"C'mon, Herms," Ginny cut in, "we all know our version is much more interesting." Draco nodded in agreement and cut a glance at their inattentive 'supervisors'. Merlin forbid a Weasley, let alone four, be allowed in Lucius Malfoy's sitting room without the appropriate 'adult supervision'.

Hermione glared at the only other girl in the room. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"And Harry was supposed to be straight."

"Hey!" Harry whined, then, putting on a ridiculously pompous accent, he continued, "It's not my fault that Malfoys are positively irresistible."

"Can we get on with this?" Ron muttered, not liking the direction the conversation was taking.

"Yeah, Hermione," Fred teased.

"What'll it be?" added George.

Hermione studied George and his semi-corporeal twin. "Well I know better than to ask for a dare and knowing you pair, you'll want some stupidly embarrassing truth. My best chance is probably torture; at least then you'll probably just tickle me," She paused, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. She seemed to steel herself and looked up at the grinning twins, determination burning in her chestnut eyes. "Torture." She affirmed with a curt nod of her bushy head. There was a snort from one of the wingback chairs by the fire.

The twins looked at each other, their grins widening, if at all possible. "For your torture," Fred began.

"You are to sit on Lord Malfoy's lap," George continued.

"Whilst Snape-"

"Professor Snape," Hermione corrected automatically – and was ignored.

"-snogs you," Fred added.

"For two minutes," George finished, folding his arms across his chest.

Hermione looked somewhat taken aback by this, before schooling her features into a fiery glare. "And I suppose that would have been your dare if I'd been stupid enough to take one?"

"No, we'd have had you do something much more entertaining," George replied.

"But this is torture, so we thought we'd keep it relatively bearable," Fred reasoned.

"Mmm," she replied, lips pressed into an unamused line.

"Just get it over with! Please!" Ron groaned, throwing himself onto his back, arm laid across his face to shield his eyes.

"Fine," Hermione replied, glaring at the snickering twins as she stood. She was careful not to flash her knickers – Slytherin green under her Gryffindor red skirt. She strode across to Lucius in his ornate, green wingback chair and perched herself in his lap, straddling him with her back to the group.

Lucius grinned when he found his lap suddenly full of witch and, eyeing the group of young adults across from him, purred, "Finally come around have we? I knew you couldn't resist my charms, Miss Granger." Ron popped his head up and glared at the older wizard – his voice had been just loud enough to be heard across the room.