Summons

v e r i t y 4

:lenora assandra:

This time, Malfoy and I were the second to last to enter the main room. I found this strange because I figured most of the other pairs had gotten farther than we had, but nevertheless, we had taken longer. Speaking of... Merlin, that last round was fun. I did love the way he gave me orders, but even more I loved to disobey him. I could tell he wasn't used to people disobeying him; it always got him worked up, and Godric, was it hilarious. That is, up until the point where his hand was wrapped around my throat.

As Harry and Greengrass entered the room, most of the other pairs were already sitting on the sofas. All of them had chosen to position themselves next to their partners. Parkinson was in Ron's lap once again and Hermione was sitting awfully close to Nott, wrapped in conversation. I noticed the slight bruises on her neck that she hadn't bothered to conceal. Davis and Neville were sitting next to each other, Davis laying her head on his shoulder, her neck also covered in bruises. Harry was simply standing next to where Greengrass had just sat, but they seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes. Ginny was laughing at something Zabini said, and it seemed that the previous awkwardness between them had dissolved. Sex had probably caused this new revelation, or something close to it, if I'm being honest. The red and green throw pillows that used to discern the Slytherin and Gryffindor sofas were now spread all over the place, mixed together. As we approached the sofas, Malfoy slipped his arm from mine and morphed back into his leader personality for the game.

"Alright, alright," he yelled over the conversations, "back to your original seats."

Once again, everyone wrapped up their conversations and followed his directions.

That couldn't be me.

It was Harry's turn to draw and read the verity card again, so once everyone was situated, he reached for the stack. He cleared his throat to get the group's wandering attention, but he didn't look too thrilled about reading it aloud.

"How would you feel about shagging your partner on the table right now," he read with a shaky voice, although more confident than last time.

Oh, there's no way I'm going to tell the entire group I'd shag Malfoy on the bloody table. Sorry, lover boy.

Oh boy! Malfoy was up first! I couldn't wait to hold back an eye roll at his reply!

"Ah, now that's a good question," he said with a wicked grin, looking directly at me. "Now, would I enjoy pinning you down on this table right now? Would I enjoy making you scream so loud that the entire castle can hear who owns you? Would I enjoy giving you so much pleasure that no one else will ever measure up to me? I bloody well think so." He reached for a venture card and leaned back in his seat, putting one hand behind his head and reading his card with the other. His grin faltered and his eyes darkened.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, save that for your room," Ginny almost gagged. I couldn't say anything, but the Room of Requirement had suddenly became very hot. I'm sure the amount of shock I was in was plastered on my face as Malfoy's smug grin grew every second he looked at me. Or it could have been because of whatever his venture card had said. Godric, what could that mean?

"I think I will, Weaselette," he quipped.

"Fuck off, you ferret," she shot back.

"Ahem, Zabini, go on," Harry changed the subject.

"Oh, you know I'd love it, darling," Zabini grinned at Ginny. Okay, now I understood where Ginny was coming from. Zabini's answer had definitely not been as in depth as Malfoy's and yet the visual was still unsettling. Ginny's face grew red, even if it had been the expected answer. Zabini reached for his venture card.