I didn’t get all the way there yet, but I’ve started something I hope you’ll like. Happy birthday and thank you for being such a generous, fun part of the fandom!
Harry had already finished his drink by the time he realised it was spiked with Veritaserum.
Pansy had suggested they play truth or dare and the words came out of his mouth before he registered he’d even opened it.
‘I have too much to hide.’
Harry snapped his mouth shut and immediately glared at Malfoy who lifted his own glass to toast him, a mocking grin on his face as he bought it to his lips, swallowing the contents down.
You fucker, Harry mouthed across the room at him. Malfoy’s grin widened, showing the sharpness of his teeth.
‘Happy birthday to me,’ he said, waving a careless hand. ‘Surprisingly it’s Potter, of all people, who’s deduced that the punch is spiked with a little something to let us all be a little more… honest with each other.’
Harry looked around the room, at the eight people gathered there, sitting on lounges, or leaning against Malfoy’s pretentious bar. The looks on people’s faces ranged from amused to interested to outraged.
‘You can’t just drug people,’ Theo said, pushing his way forward to stand in front of Malfoy, where he was sprawled indolently in his high backed chair, all long limbs and expensive clothes.
'I can do whatever I want,’ Malfoy said, in that bored drawl of his. Harry wondered if he had taken the Veritaserum too—if he believed his words were the truth.
'Isn’t that right, Head Auror Potter?’ he said, arching an eyebrow at Harry in a look that was full of challenge.
Harry meant to say I don’t care what you do. What came out of his mouth was far worse.
'You’ve never really been able to do anything you wanted.’
Malfoy’s face changed, his expression flashing mercurially, before he smoothed it, inclining his head to Harry as though conceding the point. Harry looked away. He hadn’t meant to say that. He hadn’t meant to say anything to reveal just how well he knew Malfoy’s moods and his movements, his thoughts and his wishes.
They’d been kind-of-friends for years now. There was a prickly tension between them that wouldn’t let them settle down into anything comfortable. Instead it was stunts like Veritaserum in the punch and thinly veiled references to back alley potions deals.
'So,’ Malfoy said, looking away from Harry. 'Who’s up for a game with some higher stakes?’
Harry looked around the room. Pansy was a journalist now, Blaise a lawyer. Ron was an Auror like him, Hermione in the Wizengamot. Theo and Astoria were in business together and Malfoy… there was a reason Harry ribbed him about back alley potions deals. For all that he had been watching Malfoy for years, Harry still wasn’t sure exactly what it was he did for his wealth nowadays. Malfoy seemed to delight in teasing him with it, hinting at darkness that could never be proved.
The people in the room exchanged looks. Each of them had plenty to hide.
stormborns
kaledo-art
prguitarman
baratheonpilled
izzy806
areudirty
andulkaphoto
turnnoffyourmind
vaporwave
