Everlasting 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Truth or Dare

With the final evening before Harry's departure to get the Horcrux, you all sat around in the Gryffindor common room, with only Miss Weasley missing. Whilst her absence was initially questioned, no one formed a decent conclusion and thus moved away from the topic. Dean had brought biscuits from the kitchen, as he sat with Seamus on one the armchairs. On the sofa sat Harry himself with Ron, and Parvati beside those two. Padma had joined the Gryffindors and thus sat on the other armchair, and finally there was Neville, who sat with you and Hermione on the floor. This was decent enough, for there was a mixture of (although majorly Gryffindor) Ravenclaw and Slytherin too. Of course, in your gut, you felt Slytherin the best house - you'd grown to cherish it dearly and understand that your initial prejudice against it, bidding it as bad, was baseless, for the house actually held people with the most astounding and full hearts, but they merely were not the most talented at expressing it.

"Alright then," Ron said, rubbing his thighs as he sighed and sat up, "Hermione, truth or dare?"

Hermione produced a sheepish smile as she looked back and forth between all of you. She looked at you, seeing your knowing smirk, as her cheeks flushed red. She knew you were telling her to pick dare; after all, you would always pick dare, as, in your worse, you were 'no pussy'.

"Uh, dare," she giggled lightly.

"Dare?" Ron repeated. "Alright, how about ... you sing every thing from now on till the rest of the game."

"Ronald!" She laughed. "Alright - " she sang out.

"You're a pussy, Ronald," you added.

"Huh? How?"

"Just wait till it's my turn." You grinned at him with a mischievous expression, causing him to clear his throat nervously. "Alright, Hermione, your turn."

"Truth or dare, Harry," she sang out.

"Truth."

"Hm ... was a part of the reason why you were angry at [F/n] and Malfoy because you were jealous that she had slept with someone before you?"

At this, the entire common room erupted in a fit of laughter. Hermione smiled proudly at her choice of a question, as Harry's cheeks flared up into a hue of pink. His gaze had turned itself from Hermione, as he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Maybe. A bit."

"Hah!" You exclaimed, pointing your finger at him victoriously.

As you opened your mouth to speak again, the door to the Gryffindor common room swung open. Through it entered your favourite girl of ginger hair, with one boy beside her and another boy behind her. You identified the one beside her as none other than Blaise Zabini, as he stuck by her side with a sheepish grin, and the boy behind the two as the love of your life. You had not seen Draco since this morning when you awoke together and parted at breakfast. You'd indulged in your own matters with your own friends that you did not have the opportunity to previously speak with each other, but nevertheless, the first thing he did upon entering the common room was scan the place for you and only you. When he met your eyes and saw you sitting on the floor, cross-legged, his resting bitch face immediately softened.

"Ginny?" Ron asked, noticing her. "Where have you been?"

"Uh ... I was with Blaise," she said with a nervous smile, "and we were wondering if he could join? And then ... Draco joined us asking if we'd seen [F/n]. Well," she turned to Draco, "there she is."

"Yes. I can see that."

All the Gryffindors looked at each other momentarily, debating whether to accept the two Slytherins. Really - they had no choice. Draco was your literal boyfriend, and sending him away would be the equivalent of sending you away. Therefore, you did not even await any response, you simply opened up your arms to Draco as you continued to sit. He thus smiled lightly, ignoring all the people around, as he crossed the common room and headed towards the fireplace, by which you sat, as he took a seat directly beside you. He chose to sit with his legs up loosely by his chest, as he wrapped his arms around his knees loosely, locking his hands together, as he sat comfortably. He was so close to you that his arm was touching your own, and he looked to his side, at you, with his lips curled, smiling.