Summons

v e n t u r e s 1

:lenora assondra:

Malfoy and I stepped into the room; there was a timer on the wall set for 60 minutes. We were meant to be back in the main room 10 minutes after the timer went off, otherwise you were automatically forfeited from the game.

The room was decorated with a mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin colors, mostly deep reds and black accented by deep green. There was a black sofa on the right wall and an armchair in the corner of the left and back walls, a large window with deep red drapes between them on the back wall. There was a table nearly identical to the one in the main room standing in front of the sofa, with one bottle of firewhiskey and a bottle of very expensive wine sitting next to it. I assumed Malfoy had conjured these.

"Firewhiskey? I wasn't sure which you preferred so I also got wine, if you'd like," he said, confirming my suspicions. It would have been awfully polite of him if he wasn't practically purring.

"I'll take the firewhiskey, thanks," I replied, knowing I'd need at least a little bit if I was going to go through with the rest of this game. It was nice of him to consider what I would prefer, though, but people always did underestimate me when it came to drinking. They tended to treat me delicately in general, but in reality I could handle a lot more than they thought. Honestly, it did get annoying sometimes.

"Firewhiskey is it," he smirked. "We'll do whichever order is best for the cards based on what they say. Is that alright with you, princess?"

"Yes, I kind of guessed, Malfoy," I responded dryly.

"No need to get defensive, darling," he responded. "What does yours say?"

"You first," I demanded. I really couldn't let him have all of the power here.

He raised his eyebrows as he poured the firewhiskey into two glasses. He stepped around the table, moving behind me and handing me the glass. My spine stiffened. His scent surrounded me; a mixture of citrus, mint, and a hint of cologne. I could feel him dangerously close to my neck as I desperately fought the urge to lean back into the scent, his breath on the sensitive part of my neck sending goosebumps across the rest of my body. What is my problem? This is just Malfoy.

He held his verity card in front of my face. It read;

Your partner must tell you their three favorite parts of you, ranking them.

Well, compared to what I was expecting, that's not too bad. You know, besides the part where I have to build his ego.

"Now yours, princess," he mumbled, still mere centimeters from my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Without saying a word, I slid my card in front of his, into his hand in front of me. He read it and stepped back from me, a wave of relief flooding over me as my body relaxed.

"I think mine would be better first, don't you, darling?" he spoke with a smirk on his face, but looking a little flustered.

"Oh, you would think that," I shot at him.

"What ever do you mean?" he looked at me, his grey eyes showing a hint of confusion.

"I just mean, of course you'd choose to act out the one that boosts your ego first," I explained, fiddling with the cards on the table.

"Ah, on the contrary, love," he responded with a smirk. "Either way you'll be boosting my ego. I happen to be very talented at giving massages."

"Even if you were, Malfoy, I'd never admit it," I said as I looked at him defiantly.

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, it's a fact."

"I'd say we should make a bet on it, but we really do have to get started on our cards," he teased.