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𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒆

Warning: Drinking, smoking, slight smut ahead, actual smut next chapter

Word count: 3387

Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory (who is alive and an 8th year the same time as the others bcus I said so), Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fem!Reader

Rewrite of “Party @ the Hufflepuff Commons” by me :P

"C'mon, Pansy, just get with whoever you wanna get with, no need for games. What are you, fourteen?" asks Draco, blowing vape smoke into the air.

"Oh, shut up, ferret! I'm just trying to find something for us to do. The party died hours ago, and I'm not anywhere near ready to go back to the dorm." says the girl, stealing the vape from the blonde's hand.

You take a sip of your drink. The commons are completely trashed, the floor covered in plastic cups, confetti, and food that had fallen off the snacks table, but the music is still blasting, and if you checked the drinks table, there would be enough firewhiskey to last till the morning. Sitting on the loveseat couch, Draco and Pansy share a vape pen and a bottle of vodka. Across from them, Ron and Hermione occupy the other loveseat couch with Harry sitting between their legs on the floor. He and Ron take turns taking hits off Cedric's blunt while the Gryffindor girl sips from a cup of mixed liquor. "Well, we're sitting here in silence, doing nothing, and it's starting to bore me..." you say, more to yourself than to anyone else, leaning on a wall. "If you've got a better idea, then I'm all ears."

"I don't mind playing truth or dare. Brings back memories, actually." chimes in Cedric, who is sitting on the arm of the loveseat. He takes the blunt from Ron, covering Hermione with his body for a second as he stretches to get the joint from the redhead. "Like, being fourteen, as Draco says, and having only just started to spread my wings."

You snap your fingers and point to him, a grin on your face, visions of the past flooding in. "Yeah, remember that party where we were playing spin the bottle, and I had to kiss Neville? He tried sticking his tongue down my throat; it was gross! Later I found out it was his first kiss and felt so bad for being a bitch about it." you chuckle.

“I don’t remember that.” says Hermione, mildly confused. “Was I not invited?”

“You were! We all were, it was the night we first made friends with Y/N. It was also the night you got drunk for the first time and I had to carry you back to the dorm.” says Harry, laughing. He takes the blunt from Cedric.

The girl averts her gaze to the cup in her hand, a look of embarrassment in her face. “Oh.” is all she says. As you all know, she took quite a long time to learn her limits when it came to liquor.

You take a sip of your drink, lips curled into a smile. Pansy mirrors you, takes a drag off the vape pen and asks the group: “So, are we playing or not?”

“Yeah, sure.” you say, grabbing an empty glass bottle and setting it on the ground. You sit across from Harry on the floor, right next to Pansy. They all shrug and lean closer to you and the game. “I'll spin it.”

You do as you say, bottle drawing circles in the black and yellow rug. It stops pointing to Harry and Draco. The Gryffindor blows smoke and asks “Alright, truth or dare, Malfoy?”

“Dare.”

Harry pauses and thinks before giving the blonde his dare, a relaxed, self-satisfied grin in his face. “Strip one piece of clothing every time someone says your name.” He takes a drag from the blunt.

“What? Want to undress me so badly?” says the Slytherin, cocky to try and cover up the fact that he choked on vodka. “All you gotta do is ask. You know I hate playing games.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why I play ‘em, Malfoy.” he laughs, the last word leaving his mouth immediately followed by a cloud of pale smoke.

The blonde curses, but follows through with the dare, taking off his pullover and throwing it on Pansy’s lap. The girl cackles at his frown, taking his chin between her fingers and forcing him to look at her. “Don’t be shy, Malfoy. Take your shirt off too.” she says, voice teasing as she spits the smoke in his face. Unexpectedly, she plants a kiss on Draco’s lips.

He pushes her away and wipes her lipstick off his mouth, features contorted into a disgusted expression. “Gross! You make me sick.”

At that, Pansy smiles wider, and takes another drag “Really? It’s not what you said two nights ago. In fact, if I remember it correctly, your exact words were ‘Mommy, please let me c-’” Malfoy looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, mouth open and cheeks flush with embarrassment. He covers her mouth with his hands before she’s able to complete the phrase and eyes the group, completely mortified.

“I did not say that.”

She pushes him off of her, not one bit fazed by his reaction. “Oh, you did. And you cried when we were done.”

“I did not!”

“You did. Now strip. Want me to say your name again, ferret?”

Red like a tomato, he looks like he’s about to say something, but bites his tongue and does as he's told. You gaze at the two, enthralled by their banter. You’d always wondered how Pansy and Draco managed to get along, as they’re constantly fighting, humiliating each other. Taking a sip from your drink, you watch as the boy takes off his striped shirt, revealing to all the iridescent paleness of his chest.

“I hate you.” he says, staring holes into Pansy.

She blows him a kiss, and, still angry, he sits down next to her. “Okay, who’s next?” she laughs.

“Let’s find out.” says Harry, spinning the bottle in your place. “Y/N and me. I choose dare.”

“A true Gryffindor.” you tease and take another sip of your drink. The truth is that you had no idea what to ask of him. All you could think of seemed so cliche. “I’m great and merciful, so I won’t dare you to do anything extreme. Pick someone to shotgun and I shall be satisfied.”

“I shall remember your kindness, then.” he grins, getting up from his place on the floor to grab the joint that had been passed to Cedric at some point. You think he’s chosen his prey, but instead of taking a drag in front of the Hufflepuff, Harry sits sideways on the lap of his Gryffindor buddy. Ron blushes like crazy, as surprised as you are by his choice.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Shotgunning you, duh.” Harry cups his cheek with the hand that isn’t holding the blunt. Eye to eye, he asks “Can I?”

“I mean… Y-yeah, I don’t mind.”

He laughs and takes a drag, taking in as much as he possibly can before inching closer to the redhead. Mouth open, Harry blows smoke at the same rate the other inhales it, the white cloud of vapor disappearing between Ron’s lips. “Done.” he gets up from his lap and returns to his place on the floor. “Let’s see who’s next.”

Ron is still red when the bottle is spun, stopping seconds after, pointing to Cedric and Pansy. The short haired girl leans closer, shifting her weight so her arms rest on her knees. She answers before the question is asked.

“Truth.”

It is hard to ask things of Pansy, you came to find out along the years. You never know what might come out of her mouth, or the point she is willing to reach for a laugh. She is extreme and not above saying things for shock value. That’s part of her charm, you think. Cedric pauses, weightening his words.

“What’s the weirdest thing you've ever done?”

“Does catering to a ferret's mommy kink count?”

“Will you stop telling people I have a mommy kink?!” the ferret in question yells, head between his hands. “Why do I even put up with you?”

Pansy takes a sip of vodka. “I know too much. Plus, like it or not, I take care of you.” her focus shifts back to the group “Anyway, weirdest thing I’ve ever done? That’s a hard one... I guess the time I had to take Goyle to the infirmary because he got a carrot stuck up his ass.”

“You did what?” Hermione stares at her dumbfounded.

“You heard me. He was naked when I got to the boys’ dorm, and so was Crabbe. I had to calm them down and get them dressed before taking Goyle to Promfey.”

Hermione eyes her, then turns to Harry and Ron. “I’m sorry, boys, I know I told you two you could count on me for everything… But if one of you ever gets anything stuck, hm, there… Please consider calling someone else.”

“I’m offended you think that something like that is even a possibility, Mione.” Harry side-eyes her, hand stretched to spin the bottle again. “Anyway, Hermione and Malf-” before he can complete the phrase, Ron slaps the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?”

“You almost said his name!”

“And?”

“I don’t wanna see Malfoy in his underpants! Are you trying to scar me for life?” he exclaims.

“You just said my name, you big idiot.” Malfoy hisses, getting up to undo his belt. He throws the piece of leather on Ron’s lap and turns to Harry. “Does this count as a piece of clothing, Potter? Say no and I’ll fucking strangle you.”

The Gryffindor pretends to ponder on the question “Hm… Tempting, but I’m gonna say it does, just because I enjoy choking more than being choked.”At that Hermione is the one to slap the back of his head.

“Ever heard of ‘too much information?’”

You can’t help but laugh at the group. You have an interesting friend circle, all of them linked together by your easy-going smile and sense of humor, and somehow, you make it work. Most of the time, that is. “Anyway, Hermione, you gotta ask… ferret, I guess, the question.” you say, attempting to change the topic.

“Lord help me… Truth or dare?”

Without hesitation, he answers “Dare.”

She tips the tip of her finger to her lips, thinking a bit too hard before saying “I dare you to do a cartwheel". As soon as the words leave Hermione's mouth, you, Pansy, and Harry start booing her. "C'mon, Mione, you couldn't think of anything better?"

"What? I doubt he'll be able to do it with how much he drank." she looks at you three, quite confused about your reaction. She'd thought she'd done a pretty good job, apparently. "Anyway, a dare is a dare, so you gotta do it."

"That is true. Show us your cirque abilities, ferret." Pansy says, taking back the vape pen and the vodka bottle from Draco. The blonde gets up, clearly not happy with the dare. "Where am I even supposed to do a cartwheel? I'm gonna knock over all of the shit on the tables!"

"Oh, true." says Hermione before shrugging. "Not my problem, though. A dare is a dare."

Malfoy's lanky body gets to moving, and soon he's shown all in the room possibly the most pitiful attempt at a cartwheel any of you had ever seen. Cedric starts clapping, and you all follow. "Congrats, that was the worst cartwheel I've ever seen!"

"Shut up, Diggory. Who's next?" the blond huffs, sitting back on the loveseat couch. Rude as always, he grabs the stuff back from Pansy and takes a swig off the vodka. Harry spins the bottle, and it stops on and this time it falls on Pansy and Hermione. A wicked grin spreads through the short-haired girl's face. "Say, Granger, truth or dare?" The Gryffindor gulps, taking a second to think before answering:

"I... I choose truth."

"When was the last time you had sex?"

You turn to the girl, who is red from her neck up. Ron practically chokes at the question.

"I- I choose dare."

"Okay, then I dare you to answer the question." says Pansy, chuckling.

"I refuse to!"

"What? You're not a virgin, are you?"

Hermione looks down at her hands. Pansy continues to tease, until she downs what was left in her cup and blurts out. "Okay, if you wanna know so badly, the last time I had sex was four weeks ago."

"Four weeks ago?!" Ron questions, "That's not when- I mean, that's not so long ago! Why didn't you tell me?"

Hermione looks at him as if he’d just spat on her face "Oh, frankly, Ron, you're not my boyfriend; I don't have to tell you anything!" she huffs, turning to the side. "Let's continue with the game, shall we?"

Harry spins the bottle, eyebrows raised at the exchange. “Ron and Y/N, you’re up.” says the Gryffindor girl, eager to change the focus to anyone else but her.

“Alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” asks the boy, eyes still on Hermione, curious as everyone in the room.

“Dare.”

“Uh… I don’t know. Sit on the lap… of the person you find the most attractive here.” Ron says, obviously still hung up on Hermione’s truth. Harry passes him the blunt but he refuses it, so you take it instead. After a drag, you get up and motion to Cedric to sit down on the floor. Wordless, he follows the instructions and you sit between his legs, unable to look anyone in the eye.

Harry chuckles, looking at you, and you show him your middle finger. “Get fucked, Potter. Just spin the bloody bottle.” you say, only provoking him to grin wider, shaking his head as he does as he’s told.

“Ferret, it’s you and me.”

Draco crosses his legs and leans closer to spit vape smoke directly on Harry’s face, way too bold for a man who’s lost his shirt and just showed everyone the most pathetic attempt at a cartwheel. “Truth or Dare, Potter?”

“Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

All in the room stare at him. That is… well, quite bold for a ferret, you think. “What?!” Ron exclaims “What the fuck, Malfoy?”

“Shut up, Weasley.” the Slytherin hisses, “What, scared, Potter?”

“You wish. You talk like a snake but you’ve got no poison whatsoever.” Harry says, but makes no mention of moving. Draco opens his mouth to retort, but is stopped by Pansy’s “Oh, Merlin, just shut up and kiss already! You’re stalling.”

Hermione tries to cover a laugh, but does an awful job. Harry crawls over to where the blonde is sitting, and, on his knees, waits for the kiss that is graced to him when Malfoy leans in and captures his lips. Your eyes widen at how heated the whole situation becomes after a couple of seconds, the Gryffindor hands on the blond’s hair and the blond holding him by the collar of his shirt. Pansy hits the two on the head with a paper plate she’d found on the floor, as if the two were misbehaving dogs.

“Okay, you two, you were dared to kiss, not to swallow each other's faces!”

Red and gasping for air, the two part. Draco leans back on his seat and Harry goes back to his spot between Ron and Hermione’s legs. “That was… something.” you say, laughing, trying to decide whether that was hot or just too much.

“It sure was.” Cedric says, his hands on your lap like a seatbelt.

“Ok, who’s next?” asks Harry, spinning the bottle. “Pansy and Cedric- or is it Y/N? Pansy and Cedric and or Y/N.”

“Let’s say Cedric, since he hasn’t been asked anything yet.” you say. You can feel him shrugging as he takes a hit of the blunt, that by now is on it’s very last breath.

“Alright by me.” he says.

“Say, pretty boy, truth or dare?” Pansy rests her head on Draco’s shoulder and takes a sip from the bottle of vodka.

“I’m scared of what you might ask me if I pick truth, but I’m terrified of what you might dare me to do if I don’t, so... I’m going with truth.” the Hufflepuff confesses, an honest chuckle following the words.

“Of course. Can’t have you tarnishing your golden reputation just as you’re about to graduate, can we?” you can feel the mockery in Pansy’s tone, and so can everyone else, but, as far as you can tell, Cedric is unbothered. “But really, don’t you ever get tired of being perfect? Don’t you ever want to make a mess, a big one?”

“Is that the truth you wanna know about?”

“Not really, no. What I want to know is, if there were no consequences, what would you be doing right now?”

“I do want to make a mess from time to time. When it gets too much, all kinds of things run through my mind, but then I realize it’s just me trying to find ways to hide from my responsibilities, blow off some steam.” he says, every word perfectly balanced in his tongue.

Pansy grins, devilish. “Do you have a parent-approved response to everything? Or are you really this boring? Don't you ever wish you could go wild? ” the girl takes a drag from the vape pen “You’re avoiding the question, too.”

“You really are smarter than you look.”

“I’m really not. It’s just that boys see a girl in a miniskirt and think ‘oh, she must be stupid’, as if we have to pick between being sexually liberated or intelligent. Now answer the question, we don’t have all night.” Pansy blows smoke into the air, watching it rise to the sky with an absentminded air.

Cedric stares at her, expression unreadable. “I… I would be in an orgy. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be in one.” The boy takes the blunt from Ron, trying his best to act unbothered, but you can tell it is all that is, an act. You eye him and Pansy, mildly concerned about the tension between the two. She speaks again.

“And what’s stopping you?”

“Consequences. Insecurities. Not knowing who to ask.”

“You could’ve asked me. I’d be down.”

The Hufflepuff stares at her, baffled. He is trying to figure her out, you think. You yourself are confused as to where she plans to get with this joke. “C’mon, Pansy, that’s enough teasing.” you say, laughing to try and keep the mood light. She eyes you and grins.

“Y/N would be down too. Just ask her.”

“Pansy!” you exclaim, cheeks heating up. It’s a fact you’ve had a crush on Cedric since you first got to know him, but she didn’t need to out you like that.

“What? Are you gonna deny it? Potter would too, he’s been head over heels with you since 4th year. And if Potter’s involved, Malfoy’s bound to join.”

The three of you exchange looks, a silent competition of whose face is flushier. The prize? Getting to strangle Pansy Parkinson.

“And since Weasley does everything Potter does, I doubt he’ll want to be left out. About Granger, I’m not sure. Would you be willing to join, Granger?”

Hermione throws the empty plastic cup at Pansy, face contorted into an expression of disbelief. “It is revolting that you find it okay to ask this kind of question!”

“Is that a ‘no’?” asks the short haired Slytherin, who, unlike everyone else in the room, seems to be finding the conversation quite funny. She takes a sip from the bottle of vodka, which by this time is more than half-empty. “Is there a single person in this room you would mind getting intimate with?”

Hermione looks like she might as well combust, eyes darting through the faces of all present. “I- I…”

“That isn’t a no. In fact, no one here said no yet.”

She is right. No one said no. Pansy sighs, sets the bottle on the ground and crosses the distance between the two loveseats. Like she did with Draco, the witch grabs Hermione’s face and kisses her mouth. “...!” The Gryffindor resists at first, but soon enough closes her eyes and melts into the kiss. You watch the scene unfold, head foggy. Is this really happening…?

The kiss is broken, and Pansy grins, something feline, glowing, in the way her lips curl, lipstick smudged. “That didn’t seem like a no either.”

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beykhabarr · 4 years

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Part 1 (Im gonna hold you tight)

Muggle AU where it’s Pansy’s birthday but Draco can’t come as his parents are having a big fight. It was all too much, Draco sat on his bed his head in his hands, his heart beating in his chest, he didn’t know why it had to be him, it was unfair he wanted to be happy, he wanted to rise up above all the darkness surrounding his house to see only the very bright memories of his childhood, he laughed to himself, there weren’t many. He could still hear his mother crying outside his room, he wanted to go out, to put his arms around her, to tell her that it was going to be alright, but he could not get his feet to move, he stayed fixated on the side of his bed.

Another sound echoed through the walls of his house, he looked across to find his phone ringing.It was Pansy calling, probably to ask him why he had not shown up for her birthday party. He felt bad, but he would give anything right now to not get out of his room. He picked up the phone and brought it to his ears.“Uh, hello?”“I hate you so much, I hate you, I hate you, and I am not going to talk to you ever, how could you do this, asshole!” she yelled, the music blasting from behind her.“Yeah, me too” Draco conceded.“Ugh, now that you have said that, I can’t even stay mad at you!” she groaned “Is everything alright?”“No, it’s..it's probably nothing...but I just can’t get out of my room”“Is it your parents again?”“Yeah, kind of, I guess?” he rubbed his hand over his face, he did not want to talk to anyone right now, so he was relieved when she suddenly hung up.The silence didn’t last for long, his phone vibrated in his cold palms, with Pansy’s face drenched in glitter displayed on the screen.He groaned and picked up the call.“See, I know you do not want to talk, but sweetie, I just wanted to show you the cake you are missing!”“ I know, I chose the cake for you, I know what I am missing!”“Nah, Nah you have me all wrong,” she said, smirkingAnd he did have her all wrong because instead of showing him her birthday cake, she zoomed in on Potter and his ass, standing with his friends, talking mindlessly unaware of Pansy’s antiques.“Yeah, I am pretty sure what you are doing is illegal, but I am gonna let you off because it’s your birthday”“I don’t need any party favors,” She said and walked over to him effortlessly “Hey Potter say “hi” she said patting him on his shoulder.Potter turned to the camera, his face covered in glitter as well, “Uh, hi Malfoy, you’re dressed”Draco was at a loss for words, Harry’s face glimmering with red and green glitter was definitely a sight to behold.“I,-- yes, I was going to come but due to some, uh, unforeseen event’s I couldn’t” “Okay, you guys are boring as heck, I am gonna hang up now, see you later Draco, I am going to come over later and bring over some cake”And with that, she hung up.Draco fell back onto his back, his phone still in his hands, He needed fresh air, it was all too much, the sound of glass breaking echoing in the house, and the yells that grew louder each passing minute, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the image of Harry, Harry in a closely fitted suit, covered in glitter, he focused on Pansy her voice as he drifted off to sleep.

He woke up later with a light knock on his door, he wanted to keep his eyes shut, he turned on his side.“Draco, sweetie, it’s me” He heard Pansy’s voice and felt her weight she sat on the bed beside him.“Happy Birthday Pansy, Happy Birthday,” Draco said, his eyes still shut, “There’s your gift on the nightstand”“Thank you for your halfassed greeting,” She said, laying down beside him.“I am sorry,” Draco said and turned to face her, now looking straight into her eyes “I love you, you look beautiful”“I love you too,” she said, pushing a stray hair strand behind his ear. “You look beautiful too”“I can’t believe you invited Potter”She laughed at that “I thought something would finally happen between the two of you”“Uh, blissful thinking, he doesn’t care about me or even like me for that matter”“You are so beautiful, love, how can someone not love you?” she said, running a thumb over his cheek, a tear running down her eyes.“Pansy?”“Yeah?”“Are you okay?”“No?” she abruptly sat up, rubbing the tears from her eyes “It's not fair, it is not fair what you have to go through, our families have fucked us over, I was coming upstairs and all I could see were broken shards of glass, and tables knocked over, and I-ugh, couldn’t think about the time when I hadn’t moved out, and I am so sorry, so sorry, you have to go through this shit, you don’t deserve it”“I know,” He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, “I know,” he said and kissed her forehead,”“By the way, I kissed Hermione”He pushed her away suddenly “You did what, oh my god I am so happy for you, I can’t believe it, my gift seems insignificant now!”“I know right? The whole party sort of faded out, and it was as if it was just the two of us, I can’t even describe it, it was so, so good”“So are you going to call her?”“She is actually waiting for me downstairs,”“Then what the hell are you doing here?” Draco said, “Go!”“I-uh, I brought Harry”“Oh”

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