Just A Game...

Description: This story takes place in the 7th year at Hogwarts, in the world where Dumbeldore didn't die and the Golden Trio stayed at school. Hermione is Head Girl and Draco is Head Boy, resulting in them having bedrooms right next to each other. Ginny has been expelled in the end of her 5th year, as a result of her extremely inappropriate behavior, but after a lot of begging on her mother’s side she was accepted back to the school.

Disclaimer: All the characters are property of J. K. Rowling, except for a few that I made up, and the plot, which is also mine.

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Chapter 1: Late That Night

Hermione sighed and closed the book in front of her. A quick glance at the clock on her desk told her it was 11.30 so she stood up and headed for the bathroom. She took her time and enjoyed the shower, enjoyed the feeling of the warm water running down her slender body. When she stepped out, the whole place was steamy and it smelled of her favorite peach vanilla shower gel, just like all of her. With a flick of her wand the girl dried her long brown curls, before she cleaned the mirror, fogged up from the cloud of evaporated water in the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she slipped on the three sizes too big t-shirt that she always wore to sleep and exited the room. She grabbed the previously discarded book from the table and snuggled under the covers of the bed, eagerly resuming her reading. After about ten minutes she finally had enough. Malfoy obviously had a party going in his room and she wasn't gonna put up with it anymore, as the laughter was very disturbing. She angrily got up from her bed, leaving the book open on the pillow and headed through the door. She crossed their small and cozy living room and shoved his door open with such force that it produced a large 'bang' when hitting the wall behind it. "For Merlin’s sake, can't you be at least the tiniest bit quieter?"

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Draco laughed at one of Blaise’s jokes. He didn't really see why it was so awfully funny, but right now a lot of things seemed hilarious. Pansy reminded him that it was his turn so he poured himself another shot of
Fire Whisky that burned down his throat before speaking. "I'll take a dare." He grinned, waiting, but before the black haired girl could think of something, her friend Ashlee spoke. "Strip." She eyed the blonde’s body with obvious desire in her eyes, before adding. "You can leave your underpants on..." He grinned even wider and got up, a little out of balance on his feet, but he managed to straighten himself. Then he slowly began swaying his hips to an inexistent beat, while he unfastened his already pretty loose tie. His hands traveled lower and started unbuttoning his shirt and he shot supposedly seductive looks to Pansy, Ashlee and Ginny who were trying hard to contain their giggling. Him, however, kept his face in a fake serious expression, trying to ignore Blaise’s loud laughter. he undid the last button and let the shirt fall freely from his hands. The girls no longer felt like giggling, their eyes glued on Draco’s sculptured torso, and now he was the one straining not to let a sly smirk take over his face. His long fingers undid the belt buckle, the button and the zipper followed. He sat back down, finally getting rid of his pants as well and looked at Pansy with a grin. "Dare," she boldly answered his unspoken question and he thought for a moment before speaking. "Make out with Ginny." The girls exchanged glances, than reached out for a shot before getting to their challenge. But just as their lips barely touched, the door flew open with a loud sound and at it stood a furious Hermione Granger.

Chapter 2: Truth or Dare

As soon as Hermione had spoken the words she fell silent. The two girls that were just starting to kiss jumped apart and everyone in the room stared at her, surprised. She looked at the occupants of the room; there were Pansy Parkinson and Ashlee Stotts, the famous Slytherin best friends, there were Blaise Zabini and of course Draco Malfoy. And there was Ginny Weasley. The Gryffindor tried to hide her surprise while her mind raced a few days back, to the welcoming feast.

*FLASHBACK*
Hermione spent her summer with her parents that year, and they were determined that they would go to Italy. She enjoyed herself very much on the travel, but missed contact with her friends, with which she otherwise usually spent the summer. In the few letters she exchanged with Ron and Harry she found out that they were having fun, playing a lot of quidditch and of course not sparing a single thought on the upcoming 7th year. She spent the last week of holidays at the Burrow and quickly learned what the situation was. Ron’s younger sister and one of her best friends Ginny, who had been expelled at the end of last year , was in work up to her elbows, finishing her last O.W.L.s exams as she wasn’t able to do them at school. After a lot of negotiating and begging Dumbledore was prepared to take her back in, but only if she did what she missed in the last month during the summer. Ginny also refused to talk to anyone since she was expelled and has closed up, becoming cold and hostile. Hermione was genuinely worried for her friend, but couldn’t do anything about it.

When they arrived at the school on the first day, Ginny was told to go wait with the first years, as she had to be sorted into a House once more. The redhead’s name had been called almost last as her surname was after all Weasley. But imagine how surprised everyone was when the Sorting Hat barely touched the ginger’s hair and then screamed “SLYTHERIN!” The whole Great Hall fell quiet and Ginny awkwardly walked to the Snake’s table, taking a seat on the very edge.

The whole dinner passed with a lot of muttering and constant staring at the youngest Weasley, before they cleaned out to their dorms. She didn’t really get to see her anymore in the few days that passed, but she sure as hell wanted to.
*END OF FLASHBACK*

Hermione stared blankly at her friend’s sister. Her face was made up in an egoistic smirk and she didn’t look even slightly disturbed by the fact that her used-to-be-BF just walked in to find her kissing Pansy Parkinson. The brunette, still deeply shocked, shifted her gaze to the reason she was actually even here. Her cheeks reddened as she noticed his clothing, or should I say lack of, and
she quickly lifted her eyes to his face. "Do you realize it's almost midnight? You are not alone here, and you better get used to it! I don't know how it was back in the Slytherin dorms and I honestly don't care, but I'm not gonna put up with your constant parties! I'm sorry, but some of us enjoy quiet too!"She finished her dialogue, feeling very uncomfortable under their gazes and stared at Malfoy angrily, trying to keep her eyes from wandering below his face, but not being very successful. His body was amazing; he had a toned chest, sculptured abs and strong muscled hands, the product of his long years of being a quidditch player. Although she would have never admitted it to him, she found him quite attractive and he was a commonly discussed subject between the girls, especially since he became known as The Slytherin Sex God throughout the school. Even if they were all pretty sure he probably spread the rumor himself, it did no harm if they sometimes fantasized, because no matter what, he truly was very handsome. Feeling more and more uncomfortable, Hermione’s eyes started looking around the room and she spotted a bottle of Fire Whiskey in the middle of their circle that was formed on the room's floor. Suddenly, she felt like taking a sip from that bottle and she gave in to her wish, taking a few steps forward and reaching for the drink.

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When Granger stopped speaking the whole room was quiet. The girls were surprised, but Draco and Blaise kept their mouths shut for different reasons, which were mostly her attire. She was dressed in an oversized white t-shirt that barely came down to her upper thighs, exposing long smooth legs, which had a hint of caramel tan from the summer. He had always presumed that she must have had a decent body, but those legs promised something much better than just decent and he couldn't help but wonder how her skin would feel under his fingers. He quickly cleared his mind of such thoughts and followed her with his eyes when she reached for the Fire Whiskey, took a sip and then put the bottle back on its place, before sitting down between Blaise and Ashlee. “Well, I’m sorry Miss Granger, next time I’ll cast a silencing charm.” With those words he flicked his wand and cast the mentioned spell on the room before turning back to her, with a clear question in his eyes. “What, if I already can’t study than I don’t see a reason why I shouldn’t join you. So, what are we playing?” Everyone shot surprised glances at her, but nobody complained, so Pansy answered. “Truth or Dare, and it’s your turn.”