This story violently assaulted me as I was walking home from the store and now I see myself in the obligation of writing it.
Summary: As the Hogwarts Express transports them to their 4th year of magical education, Draco is maliciously dared to kiss no other than (in)famous Harry Potter. Unbeknownst to him, Pansy puts a spell on him that forces you to act according to your true will. He kisses Potter regardless. /Also known as the movie scene in which Harry sees Cho but Cho matters not when there's a nasty determined blond corraling you in the corridor.
The “incident” during the Quidditch World Cup was all anyone could talk about, especially a certain group of Slytherins who suspected their parents had been involved but kept deluding themselves.
To take their minds off the treacherous matter, they decided to play Truth or Dare –except for Crabbe and Goyle, whose mouths were too full to answer any truth or suggest any dare. Food always worked better to quell their fears–.
It was Blaise's turn when Pansy burst in. She had been dared to go into the compartment next to theirs and sit on the lap of a boy until she got pushed off.
“You've been gone for 20 minutes, Parkinson. What, he changed his mind?”
“I'll have you know he was very happy with the arrangement. His girlfriend, though, when she found us, not so much. Anyway, Draco, truth or dare?”
“Hey, it's my turn now!”
“Shut up, Zabini, you've all had many more turns than me. So, Malfoy, truth or dare.”
Draco gulped; she sounded venomous. Half an hour ago, Pansy had dared him to kiss her and he had to use the Slytherin-made clause that said:
“I'd rather die than go through with the request. Before ending my life, I will send an owl to the Ministry detailing your involvement and the incitement to suicide I've been subjected to, given the horrible dare that's been bestowed upon me. Unless you all fancy having a close look at Azkaban's cells, I suggest you allow me to skip this once.”
You can only use it once per game, hence his companions' surprise that he'd waste it on avoiding a mere kiss.
“I just don't feel like it.” Was the only explanation he’d given, and ever since then, Pansy had been pouting and glaring at him. After twenty whole minutes, she'd had plenty of time to plot her revenge, and it was bound to be humiliating no matter what Draco chose.
“...Dare.” He finally answered. They were inside the train still, so she couldn't really make him do anything drastic. Pansy grinned evilly; apparently, he was wrong.
“Well then. Who on this train do you hate the most?”
Draco scoffed.
“Why would you even bother asking? Anyone with a brain bigger than a Weasley's can tell just how dull, absurdly stupid, and unfairly favored Saint Potter is. Walking hate-fuel, really. I've spent three years trying to prove just how not-great he is, yet everyone keeps on turning a blind eye to his rule-breaking. It's infuriating.”
Pansy let him finish, then smiled sweetly.
“Yes, your little game of cat and mouse is quite amusing. But it's gotten stale, don't you think? Let's spice things up.”
Draco ground his teeth; he was not liking this.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, since ‘Potter’ is the only name you say more than twenty times a day with those lips you're so protective of, why don't you go and give him a taste?"
Theo and Blaise hollered in laughter and clapped at Pansy's nefarious idea. Draco paused- What was the correct reaction to this situation? Outright rage or manic laughter? In the end, he sputtered his response in a rather indignified manner.
“Have you lost your mind, woman!? That's- that's Potter! Scarhead! My nemesis!”
Each word only made Pansy grin wider.
“No, I'm not gonna kiss him! I refuse!”
“You can't! You've already used –rather unwisely, I have to add– your only ‘ministry letter’.”
“I'll kill myself for real, then.”
“You go right ahead, but then everyone will know the only heir to the house of Malfoy rather end himself than follow through on a simple dare, and end his lineage over Harry Potter.”
“Are you scared, Draco?” Blaise chimed in, teasing.
“What's the worst he can say, that he hates you? Don't we already know that?” Theodore added reasonably.
Mere seconds later found Draco exiled from the compartment until he went through with the dare. Cursing under his breath, he began strategizing. He couldn’t just go to the bathroom and come back; his “friends” –the arseholes they were– would do just about anything to get the truth out of him. A pair of Ravenclaws passed him. Maybe he could trick Potter into moving to an empty compartment with him to fight, beat the bastard to a pulp, and then kiss him while he was unconscious. Or he could just petrify him, give him a quick peck on the lips, and obliviate him afterwards. Maybe he should obliviate himself too, to spare the nightmares he’s bound to have after the much-dreaded deed.
While he grumbled to himself about the risks of self-cast memory charms, Pansy pointed her wand at his back and whispered:
“Veram voluntatem”
A few paces ahead, the two Ravenclaws called for the trolley witch, who was knocking on one of the compartment doors. And who should step out of that very one but the savior of the wizarding world– Harry Potter himself. With his mind set, Draco trudged forward.
“Potter!”
The dimwit –who had been very obviously ogling one of the Ravenclaw chits– turned to him and his eyes immediately narrowed.
“Malfoy” He said gravely. Draco didn't flinch as he stepped right up to the edge of what would be considered Potter's personal space. “What do you want?”
“Just so we’re clear, this isn't something that I want.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he catched Potter's right hand inching towards his wand. In a flash, Draco lunged forward and grabbed the other boy's wrist. With his right arm braced against Potter's chest, he pressed the other's back to the door and shut him up with lips on his before he could protest.
Draco felt Potter's pulse spike where his hand curled around the Gryffindor's wrist. The bespectacled boy, in shock, gulped –moving his lips along Draco’s in the process–. The show of (unwitting) reciprocity severed the last thread holding the blond back. He sucked Potter's upper lip between his and, finding it chapped, decided to wet it a little. He ran his tongue over rows of teeth, assessing, and didn't find any deformities or misalignments. Uhmm, not bad for a halfie. Draco cooed as he felt along the Gryffindor's hard-set jaw with his right hand –he had given up on restraining him with his arm in favor of pushing his own chest even closer–, while his left still held Potter's limp hand.
Their noses nuzzled together as Draco tilted his head this way and that, searching for a better angle. He pinched the Gryffindor's soft earlobe with his fingers and traced the curve of his ear. …Small. Tucked just behind the ear, a lock of messy black hair tickled Draco’s hand. He followed the wave of it, getting it caught around his index, then tugged at it. Potter let out a strained whine, which reminded Draco they hadn't breathed for nearly twenty seconds.
He pulled back –dragging his teeth over Potter's lower lip on the way– and drew a deep breath. Potter looked- Potter looked like he had just discovered what porn was. His glasses sat terribly askew on his face, his eyes wide as saucers. He was breathing hard and hadn't even closed his mouth after Draco stopped holding it hostage. His lips, previously dry and chapped, were now red and plump after the Slytherin's attentions. His green eyes attempted to drink Draco in, but his brain was too mushed to properly see anything.
Taking advantage of the fact that Scarhead hadn't yet processed what had happened, Draco grabbed hold of the other's chin and brushed his thumb over the coarse skin; he’d start growing stubble soon.
“I'd bet that shocked you, you look so stupid right now.”
Draco watched as the insult brought focus back into Potter's eyes. The boy frowned as the pure-blood slapped his cheek twice, condescendingly.
“Well, Potter. I hope you enjoyed it because it won't happen again.”
With that, the blond turned tail and left.
As he walked away, the feeling of superiority began to sour into something that felt suspiciously like he’d just made a mistake. As the veram voluntatem effects left him, restraint and rational thought rushed back, making him curse inwardly. He had walked up to Potter, snogged him in the middle of the bloody corridor –with witnesses!– given no explanation, and left. And he'd even forgotten to obliviate them!
Draco balled his fists to keep from face-palming. This was going to be a headache once they reached Hogwarts, he just knew it.
Heya! I hope the description of the kiss wasn't too bad, I just wanted to get it off my chest.
Should I leave this as a one-shot or continue it? I'm unsure.
La disposizione dei tavoli attira decisamente più la sua attenzione, ma anche le parole della professoressa. Autorizzazione ministeriale? Possono provare delle pozioni di norma illegali? Lo sguardo-rapace si illumina malizioso, mentre serpeggia anche tra i propri compagni. Chiaro che le domande non tardino ad arrivare. « Dunque, Professoressa, possiamo provarlo solo in aula? Non possiamo farlo anche su…» Su? « Cavie? Consensuali, s’intende. » Certo. « Per fini puramente accademici e di ricerca, insomma. »
Il fatto che DALLOWAY curi se stesso è un aspetto che appare gradito alla docente. La domanda del ragazzino viene risposta a monosillabi. Solo in aula «Si...» Cavie «No» andando a spiegare. «La ricerca la potrà fare dopo averla testata. Mi aspetto questa enfasi nel compito» molto soddisfatta, in ogni caso, della domanda. «Non avrete disponibili le pozioni, gli Hit Wizard le riporteranno al Ministero finita la lezione, o... dopo pranzo. Un furto verrà punito con 100 punti sottratto alla coppa delle Case e un viaggio diretto al Ministero» dolcissima lei nella risposta.
« Ma certamente, Professoressa. » L’enfasi nel compito, mh mh. Il viaggio al Ministero non è molto allettante e lo fa semplicemente sospirare. Non ci si può tirare indietro, a quanto sembra. Questo è quello che esprimerebbe il fare, nell’afferrare quella provetta con un liquido evidentemente nuovo. Lo rigira tra le dita, lo studia con diffidenza, e alla fine… se lo fa scendere in un colpo. La povera malcapitata di quel tripudio di finto ammore, che ha solo i sintomi dell’ossessione, è proprio DRAGONYA. La prima persona con cui incrocia lo sguardo, per la sua gioia. Pupille che si dilatano in una manciata di secondi, così come il battito accelera e lo sguardo non si schioda. E fidatevi, non è una bella sensazione, essere la sua peculiare… preda.
« Che… che ne dici di andare a collezionare topi morti in giardino? »
Che proposta romantica e allettante, quella che farebbe nel frattempo in cui le si avvicina con una luce diversa nelle iridi bicrome. Ma, forse un po’ sovrappensiero dato che si sarà scordato di essere sotto l’effetto di un potentissimo filtro, ecco che butta giù anche l’antidoto. E gli effetti spariscono come se si fosse appena ripreso da una febbre bollente. Le sopracciglia-rapace, ramate, guizzano verso l’alto. « Oh, ma che gramo! Sia mai! No, no…» E di tutta risposta fa retromarcia verso la propria postazione iniziale, mentre deglutisce l’aria. « Preferivo le cavie. » Uno sguardo eloquente verso la provetta, che vorrebbe ficcarsi dentro le tasche dei pantaloni. Ma desiste.
The four friends sat in the busy courtyard, the warm early summer sun high in the sky. They had all loosened their ties and rolled up their sleeves trying to soak it up. They were enjoying their last full day of fourth year as the summer holidays were starting tomorrow.
“So what are everyone's summer plans?” Pandora asked laying back on her arms, face in the sunlight.
Barty and Regulus looked at each other, sharing a look. “Avoiding our parents,” they both said flatly.
Pandora sat up quickly looking at them with a sad expression, “sorry I wasn’t thinking…” she started before being cut off by Regulus.
“Ha, it’s alright Dora, we are just teasing,” He said kindly, desperate to not upset her even if it was the truth.
She smiled.
Barty snorted and looked like he didn't agree but he didn't say anything further.
“I suppose we’ll go to the house in France for the most part” Regulus stated. “Not that it matters that much where we are, my parents will still attend all their usual meetings and social arrangments in London, Sirius isn’t allowed to go to Potter’s this year so I suppose we’ll play at happy families for a day or two until he decides he’s fed up and pisses our parents off.” Regulus rubbed his temples like he was trying to relieve the future stress he was about to endure.
“I do love that house” Pandora exclaimed trying to move the subjects on from families.
“I do too,” Regulus replied his eyes seeming to drift off to a memory. “You’re all coming to our summer ball right?” he asked the group.
“I don’t think so mate” Barty sighed.
Evan looked up from the book he’d been reading with alarm in his eyes. “What do you mean? I thought your father made a point to come to our balls? You said he thought it looked good to be mingling with our families.” He said quickly, a glimmer of desperation in his voice.
Barty looked at him and smiled sadly. “Sorry Ev, with everything going on Dad wants the Ministry to distance themselves from anyone involved, on either side. He wrote to me the other month asking me to distance myself from you all, of course, I told him where to stick it and I haven't heard anything since, no idea what will be waiting for me at home tomorrow.” He looked like he was about to throw up.
At once Evan lunged forward, looking like he was about to embrace Barty but hesitated and just patted him on the arm instead. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.
“Well, there was nothing to say, there's no way I’m going to stop hanging with you lots just to help his image, he doesn't deserve it. If anything it just wants me to be around you bunch of wrong’uns more” He smirked a glimmer of laughter in his voice.
“Well in that case stay with us” Evan declared getting closer to Barty and looking at Pandora for encouragement. “Our parents love you…well they love the fact that your father is so high in the Minerstry…” He got quieter as he finished his sentence and Pandora swatted him on the arm.
Regulus snorted at this and Barty grew a wicked smile, “Thanks for the offer Ev, but I'm not in the market to help the image of any ancient wizarding family, although it would truly rile my father up if I did, I’ll see if I can sneak out to the ball Reg, I mean it’s not like he’s ever at home to catch me anyway, it’ll be worth whatever happens when he finds out” He replied.
Regulus smiled gently at him, and the three boys did then all embrace before Barty hit the other two on the backs of the head and they all burst out laughing. “Stop being soft, I thought you were the sons of the noblest houses in England” he teased.
They were all still chuckling when they heard Pandora sob. They quickly turned to her to see a tear running down her face. She swiftly wiped it away but another replaced it immediately.
Evan moved over to his sister and embraced her. “What’s up Dora? We can all still write.” He said trying to comfort her.
But she just looked ahead at Regulus and Barty with a disturbed expression. “I just have this feeling that nothing will be the same after this summer, I feel like something awful is going to happen and nothing will be right again.” Her voice sounded sombre.
Regulus gulped and looked at Barty. He’d known something was happening for a while now, he knew his parents had been more distant, preoccupied with things that didn't yet include him and Sirius. Something in his stomach knew that Pandora was right, after this summer his world would always be a little darker and there was nothing he could do to escape it.
atyd remus offhandedly saying that he was glad his left shoulder was dislocated, rather than his right one, because he had a lot of homework to catch up on…..unironically some of the most accurate chronic illness rep i’ve ever read. so very remus lupin of him, too, you know? like, of course he would say that.
i like the idea of 4th year Draco not liking the way Hermione looked at the Yule Ball. Like of course he thought she was beautiful but now everyone is just noticing and it's not fair.
"Oh my gods, did you see Granger?" Pansy asked with a hint of disgust in her voice.
"No what do you mean-" and then he saw her. Hermione Granger dancing with Viktor Crum. It looked like she had changed everything about herself tonight.
"What happened to her hair?" Draco asked Pansy. Not that he would admit it to anyone, even himself at the time but he loved Grangers big messy hair that looked like it hid her secrets.
"I don't know and I don't care. She finally looks like a girl tonight. She'll be back to normal tomorrow."
Draco watched her for the rest of the night trying to sort his feelings. He didnt understand why he was so annoyed that she looked completely different.
Just a random general surgeon in the hospital, while we were watching his operation: “You all are females, right? Don’t ever and ever become a surgeon. I mean it. Even if you’re only thinking about becoming one, give up the idea of it now.”
