Chapter 7
The group piled into Theo and Draco’s flat, intoxicated with wine and a few wild cocktails.
Theo sat first on the armchair in the corner of the two huge sofa’s and let everyone else follow. Hermione was coincidentally next to Draco.
He took up more than a fair share of his side, his muscled thighs spilling over onto her cushion. She couldn’t help but admire them, making a mental note to ask if he played sports. He absolutely must have.
Theo poured some vodka and lemonade for the girls and handed the boys a glass of what he called ‘very nice rum’. It stung Hermione’s nostrils as it passed by her head to Draco’s hand.
“Right you lot,” Theo announced, rubbing his hands together. “A game to play perhaps?”
Ginny groaned, sinking into her seat. “Oh God, what kind?”
“Don’t be flustered now, it’s a good one.”
“Truths by any chance Theo?” Draco asked. Theo could only grin. “Naturally. He finds this amusing, getting people’s secrets.”
Hermione didn’t mind playing a drinking game, but she could only imagine the state of the questions Theo would be asking. “I’m up for it.”
“Ditto,” Harry remarked.
“Go on then,” Ginny sighed.
Draco sat straighter. “We’ll need a few more drinks by the looks of things.”
