Draw The Line

The Fourth Party: Chapter 23

Friday rolled around again and with it came the weekly party the eighth years had begun doing. Everyone was already in a circle when Draco made it down the stairs from his and Harry's shared room.

"Come on Draco, we're about to start," Pansy called, patting the spot on the floor next to her. Draco made his way over to her as she launched into the rules of the game they'd be playing. "Okay, we're shaking it up again and playing a game called What Are The Odds. Basically person A starts off by spinning this bottle here and when it lands on person B, person A askes B a 'what are the odds question.' This can be anything as long as it's not too explicit.

"Some example questions would be, 'What are the odds you'll kiss Neville' or 'What are the odds you'll chug a bottle of firewhiskey.'

"Then, on the count of three both person A and B say a number from 1 to 10 and if the number is the same, person B must do what person A said."

There were some nervous glances around the circle, but no outright objections and Pansy handed the bottle to Ginny. "You go first this time," Pansy said.

Ginny grabbed onto the bottle and set it down in the middle, giving it a good spin.

It rounded to a stop in front of Ron, "What are the odds you'll swap shirts with Hermione?" Ginny grinned when Ron's face flushed as he looked over at what Hermione was wearing. Hermione had on a pretty, flowery, tight, top. It was something Ron wouldn't be caught dead in. Hermione gave a laugh at the look on Ron's face and counted down from three.

"One...Two...Three"

"Five," They both said in unison and Ron let out a groan as he realized what would be happening next.

Hermione laughed, standing up and grabbing onto Ron's hand to pull him up next. "Come on, it isn't that bad." They headed up the stairs to go to Ron's room and swap shirts and everyone laughed at Ron's face as they disappeared around the corner.

"Ugh, this is the worst," Ron groaned as they entered his room, but his opinion quickly changed as Hermione pulled her shirt off and handed it over to him. Ron stared for a moment sputtering.

"What? It's not like this is the first time you've seen me shirtless," Hermione laughed as Ron's neck went red. "For goodness sake, take the shirt!" Hermione said when Ron continued to stare, and chucked it at his head.

Ron grabbed it off his head and shook himself out of his stupor, "Yeah, I know... I just - you're really pretty."

Hermione's cheeks pinkened slightly and she let out a breathy laugh, "Boys," she muttered with a roll of her eyes as she gave him a light kiss.

When they came back down, Harry looked up to find Ron redder than his hair from embarrassment and decked in a tight shirt. If the shirt was tight on Hermione it was constricting on Ron and he felt extremely exposed.

Harry had to stifle a laugh as Ron sat down. Ginny handed Ron the bottle with a smirk and Ron spun it a little harder than he needed to.

"What are the odds of you..." Ron asked Draco, trailing off as he thought. Then, a horrible smirk spread across his lips, "addressing me as Sir for the next week."

Draco's nose crinkled in disgust as Hermione started counting down.

"Seven."

"Two."

Ron groaned and muttered something about having terrible luck as Draco picked the bottle back up. It landed on Pansy next and she looked at Draco eagerly. "What are the odds of you playing the rest of the game without a shirt?"

"Four," they both said at once.

"That's easy stuff Draco," Pansy smirked as she reached to lift her shirt off, "Or did you want to help."

Draco looked at her with a look of distaste, "You can take it off yourself."

Pansy laughed as she shrugged off her top and dropped it next to herself, "You're a prude." She picked up the bottle then and spun it. Harry watched as Draco's expression turned into one of nervousness as the bottle spun, because Pansy was the one with the bottle it meant that they were probably about to be targeted if it landed on them. It landed on Blaise though, and both boys let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"What are the odds you'll kiss the person sitting to your left?"

Blaise absentmindedly turned to look at who was sitting to his left and suddenly remembered that he was seated next to Neville when his eyes met Neville's. Neville's face was one of slight shock as Hermione started the countdown.

"One," Both Pansy and Blaise said at once and Blaise turned to look at Neville again as he leaned in.

Their lips met and suddenly Blaise felt he wouldn't ever get enough of it. It was quite intoxicating to kiss Neville and he wondered why he didn't have more people fawning over him. Blaise raised his hand to cup Neville's cheek as they both leaned in further to each other.

Ron let out a sound of shock and Hermione nudged him in the ribs.

"What?" Ron questioned.

"You act so surprised," Hermione hissed back.

"What do you mean," Ron whispered back, in complete confusion this time.

"I mean, that they're dating."

"Wait what?!"

"Hush. Yeah, don't you remember when Neville got all cleaned up for Hogsmeade last week? They were meeting for a date."

"I didn't know that!" Ron said, surprised as he looked over towards Blaise and Neville, who were blushing and backing up from each other.

"I swear..." Hermione shook her head, "You're so dense sometimes."

"Well how was I supposed to know!"

"They've been hanging out around each other so much lately, and they obviously like each other. The better question is how didn't you know," Hermione laughed a bit.

"What are the odds you'll let Seamus do your hair." Hermione and Ron turned back to the game as they heard Blaise asking Luna the next one.

Luna ended up not having to let Seamus do her hair and the game continued. Both Seamus and Dean ended up shirtless along the way, Ginny and Luna had shared a short kiss that left them blushing, and many other dares were given that weren't fulfilled as the numbers didn't match.

"What are the odds of you dying Gregory's hair orange right now, while he's sleeping," Draco announced and when Seamus and him both said ten, Seamus gathered up his wand and the group followed him silently up the stairs to Gregory's and Neville's dorm.

"Hurry up, or he'll wake," Dean whispered in Seamus' ear when they opened the door and Seamus slipped in. It was almost one in the morning and the room was pitch dark except for the small amount of light streaming through the window. Seamus turned to look back at the group that was hovering by the door and Dean gave him a thumbs up. Seamus turned back around to look at Goyle who was fast asleep and unsuspecting in bed.

He raised his wand to Goyle's hair and whispered the incantation. The group watched from across the room as Goyle's hair changed color from the roots out. They could barely make it out in the moonlight and they resolved to enjoy the new color in the morning.

When Seamus made it back to the dorm room door and closed it, they all ran back down the stairs, snickering and tripping the whole way like little children.

The game lasted a little longer, but soon everyone was fighting against sleep and alcohol to fall asleep. People started gathering up the alcohol and heading to bed, Ginny and Luna heading out as well.

When Harry arrived at his shared room, Draco trailing behind him, he fell into bed letting out a groan. He was out in mere seconds, leaving Draco staring at him from his bed across the room feeling strangely disappointed.

A/N: *image belongs to Jeanlubipieguski on Tumblr*