Summons

v e n t u r e s 2

:lenora assandra:

The walk to our room was tense.

Malfoy still held the door open for me, but he wasn't nearly as polite as he had been last round.

The timer began as he closed the door, leaning his back against it with his arms folded. His outfit was more rumpled than it was when I had seen him first tonight. His maroon shirt was wrinkled and so were his trousers. His hair was messier, slightly sticking out in some places as it hung across his face, just above his brow. He closed his eyes and he sighed with frustration directed at me. Well, I could guess some of it was directed at the men who had said my name while answering, but he didn't exactly have a private room with them where he could take out his anger.

We just stood in the room, the silence between us tense. He pushed himself off of the door and moved to the table where the firewhiskey was still sitting, refilling his glass and downing it. He didn't offer any to me this time, but I sure as hell could have used some. Knowing he wouldn't offer, I grabbed my glass and slid it over to him.

He finally looked at me, raising his eyebrows and filling my glass. I copied him and downed it. This is what got him to speak.

"Damn," he said in an impressed tone, but it wasn't the normally flirty remark.

I gave him a look that said 'you underestimate me' and slid my card across the table towards him. He read it and his eyes closed, taking in a deep breath.

"Fuck," he mumbled as his eyes opened.

Fuck

He was trying to keep up a wall. I knew this. It was a typical Slytherin thing. They couldn't trust anyone; they constantly kept up a wall so that no one else could get in and use whatever they thought or did against them. After the last verity card, Malfoy had his guard up. This venture card wouldn't just crack his wall, it would obliterate it.

He slid his card towards me.

You get to lick something sweet (whipped cream, chocolate syrup, ect.) off of your partner's stomach.

No. Oh no. I really thought he wouldn't have to touch me. I jinxed it. I'm going to need some more firewhiskey.

"Fuck," I copied him.

"Yours first?" he questioned.

"Yeah," I sighed. I moved my hands toward the bottle and he immediately looked up at me. No, Malfoy, I'm not reaching for you. I almost snatched the bottle, filling my glass and downing it again.

"Be careful, princess. We wouldn't want you too inebriated to play on, now would we?"

I guess we're back to "princess".

"You really do underestimate me, Malfoy. It's okay, most people do. You should know, I'm not a perfect little flower that will crumple by the slightest touch," I said as I set my glass back on the table.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes."

"Prove it."

"We have cards to preform, Malfoy," I said dryly.

He finally stepped towards me, tilting my chin up with his finger. I could feel his breath on my face and pressure grew in my stomach.

"Maybe," he leaned to whisper in my ear, "we'll have some extra time."

With that, he stepped away from me.

"Get in the armchair," he demanded.

"You'll have to be nicer than that."