Summons

v e n t u r e / l o s s 4

A/N: if you know me.... no you don't

:lenora assandra:

Malfoy held the door for me as he does every round, and I stepped into the (now very familiar) room.

Godric, I'm going to need some more firewhiskey for this.

I didn't answer the question, and now I had to do something for him as a consequence. He did answer the question, and now I had to do something for him as a reward for his reply. What the bloody hell was I thinking? How the fuck did I think this would end well for me?

I silently scolded myself as I moved toward the firewhiskey sitting on the table, not even looking in his direction as I picked it up and took a swig straight from the bottle.

"Aw, is it that bad, princess?" he feigned sympathy. I looked him dead in the face.

"Yes," I said dryly as I handed him my card. He read it and laughed at me. He laughed at me.

"Yes, I'm sure me giving you endless pleasure is torture, love. This almost makes up for not answering the question, though," he smirked, taking a step towards me and using his finger to tilt my chip up. "But not quite."

He stepped away and gave me his card.

Your partner must take a Lust potion. Have fun!

No fucking way. Fuck.

There was no way this was going to end well for me. I couldn't deny that I wanted to shag him! A lust potion would make it so much worse, and he would only torture me!

Okay, okay, it was time to reason with myself. There was no way out of this besides forfeiting the game, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be the first person to forfeit. It was just a game, so it didn't have to mean anything. After the game was over, Malfoy couldn't talk about it with anyone else. Even if he could, I know I'm good...

It really seemed like giving in was the only way to get through this... predicament. It was only for one round, anyways. The card doesn't say we have to shag, thank Merlin, so I should be fine.

"Fuck it, I'm not getting out of this, am I?" I said as I threw the card on the table, taking another large swig of firewhiskey.

"Don't make it sound so bad, love. You can always forfeit. You already know that I'd never do anything you didn't enjoy," he said, his tone genuine.

"If I forfeit, you'll be forfeited too. You can't play the game without a partner."

"Correction: I can't play the game without you. But, still, I'd rather you be comfortable than play the game, love," he replied.

"That's... surprisingly sweet," I said skeptically. He was Draco Malfoy, after all. When was he known to be sweet?

"Only for you, Lenora," he took a step toward me. "But, I should warn you, I'm not sure how long I can stay that way," he muttered into my ear. The feel of his breath brushing across my skin and his words mixed together, sending an ache of want straight down my spine. The air around us was already electric, and we weren't even touching. I thought that maybe if we did touch, though, it would burn both of our skin. We were frozen for a second, but it felt like at least a year. That is, until he decided to reach for his wand, summoning a vial of a glimmering pink elixir.

"Lucky for us, this was my card. I got the idea because I already had some of this handy stuff," he tapped the vial, "in my dorm," he grinned.

"Oh, goody!" I exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from my tongue. His grin dropped and he suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat.