sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-08-03 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | double entendre fun, double entendre fun friday |
Friday Double Entendre Fun--just under the wire!
Original poster: restunwritten
Title: 10 Fingers
Author: restunwritten
Warnings: None
A slightly modified prompt from gabe_speaks: "I'm sure that's illegal somewhere!"--I'm sorry I had to take out the words here and now! I just.. I quite literally can't write smut which was the only way I could get it to work and my first drafts were... more than atrocious. This solution was the result of a 6-hour think, or, in other words, a drive home from the shore. I hope you like it!!
The next prompt is for enchanted_jae: "Is a dream a lie if it don't come true--or is it something worse?" (Bruce Springsteen's The River)
"Wait, wait, Ron--I am sure that if I have to put my finger down, so do you." Granger's voice was slightly tinged with too much whiskey and the continuous aftershocks of victory.
Draco Malfoy rode out these waves with a sort of content disdain. He had chosen the winning side, or the correct one as he kept telling himself. His parents, having made a sudden and even shocking switch to what they had once considered the dark side, had sought him out, attempted to hug his slight frame, and then sat themselves in a corner with steaming hot tea. Mind you, this was several days ago.
He had watched the comings and goings of various Weasleys, Professors, and one H. Potter with tired eyes and a somewhat weary heart. He did not like these matters of the heart and chose to attempt to ignore them--especially in regards to the latter individual. How does one gracefully attempt to tell the Boy-Who-Always-Scraped-Through who was not only not interested but decidedly interested in someone of the fairer sex that perhaps he'd like to get him flat on his back. Or maybe even in a more... permanent arrangement if one Draco Malfoy was painfully honest. Not that honesty was a favored trait.
"Oi, Malfoy!" He was shaken from his reverie by the fact that the Weasel was yelling at or for him. He nodded in assent. "Come over and play 10 fingers." He blinked in shock and was immediately rendered speechless by the fact that Ha--Potter, he corrected himself--called for him as well.
He walked over and held out his hands and prepared for the onslaught of awkward questions that were no doubt prepared for him. Hermione had introduced these plebeian game somewhere between the first day post-victory and the second night. For some reason, they insisted on repeating the game multiple times in a rather short time span. He had yet to be asked to play. So, why the flying fuck not. He'd play. He'd be asked awkward things. They wouldn't remember.
Sex, yes. One finger down. He was a reasonably healthy 19 year old after all. He tried to ignore the fact that two thirds of the Trio were studying him, sans fingers. Second question--smoking, no. He preferred his lungs in tact, thank you very much. The next question was out of the Trio's normal order though. Normally, drinking would be the next but this? This was interesting. "Have you done anything illegal?" Potter asked with shocking clarity of voice. Perhaps the boy wasn't as drunk as he acted. He looked up into clear eyes, realizing he had been played.
He answered truthfully. A brief no and his fingers remained. Potter scooted closer to him on the bench and Granger smirked. "Nothing at all?" His voice was softer, more supple.
"I wasn't aware breathing was illegal." Draco kept his voice clipped.
Weasley began to mutter drunkenly--his head on his arms. He then sat straight up and announced loudly "I'm sure that's illegal somewhere!" Granger rolled her eyes and then heaved the red head up and started pushing him along.
Potter ducked his head. "I'm sorry--I, uh, think this was a mistake. I guess you're not... I'll leave you--" Draco snapped up his head, trying to keep a blush from staining his cheeks.
They both began to say something. "But... I thought you and the Weaslette--" blending with a "Do you mean you're really--" He cut himself off before he made a fool out of himself.
Potter, on the other hand, chuckled softly. "I suppose we have some time to make up for then, don't we?" He stood, steady on his feet, and held out his hand.
The next prompt is for enchanted_jae: "Is a dream a lie if it don't come true--or is it something worse?" (Bruce Springsteen's The River)