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Prompt: 021. Never

"Never have I ever…" Ginny paused, brain scrambling for a sufficiently innocent beginning to this game. She hadn't really wanted to play, and it wasn't because she was sure she would win. It was because she was sure she'd win only if they started getting into dangerous topics, like Dark magic or sex.

She especially didn't want to talk about sex in front of these too, especially not while they were sitting on Draco's impossibly soft king sized bed, the blankets in a disarray due to their earlier pillow fight.

Okay, so they weren't exactly acting mature or anything. Ginny had been reluctant to accept Blaise's invitation to a sleepover in Draco's Head Boy room, and for good reason. She didn't really know how it had happened, but somewhere since the beginning of her sixth year and now, a few weeks after winter break, they'd become inseparable. The Anti-Trio was what most people had taken to calling them, mostly because they were considered to be the antithesis of the Golden Trio.

Of course, the Golden Trio were currently missing in action, off doing whatever it was that was so necessary. They also left her high and dry and without any sort of knowledge as to what they were doing, so she had harbored no small amount of resentment towards them.

But when Blaise had cornered her in the hall, for once without Draco (she found out later that he'd been in detention for cursing the Fat Lady's dress off her as a joke), eyes wide and pleading…she couldn't have resisted.

His persuasive argument had included bribing her (he'd promised that he'd buy her the newest Firebolt model, for her use until the brand new Ventosus model that Draco had promised her was finally produced), convincing her that it wouldn't be a step further than what they normally did (meaning that for the most part, she spent her days and much of her nights in Draco's room, anyway, so why was making it an official sleepover any different?), and finally just staring at her with puppy dog eyes. (1)

It should be illegal for him to widen his brown eyes at people like that.

So here she was, on a Saturday night, sitting in a circle so tight that her knees were brushing the boys sitting right next to her, creating a triangle of sorts between them. Before their recent pillow fight, they had finished up eating, bantering good-naturedly with each other.

She had long ago changed into her pajamas, which had undergone some dramatic improvements for the first time since she had received the overly-large shirt from her brother Bill proclaiming her love of the witches from Madame Adele's. She had never questioned the suspicious shirt (Well, she was pretty sure that it was from a brothel, so it didn't involve any questioning at all. Besides, she had always been a little disturbed that a brothel had also had a gift shop), and had worn it without fail as her pajama shirt since she had been a first year, first heading off for Hogwarts.

Now, though, she had retired her much-worn pajama shirt into the depths of her trunk, replaced by the emerald silk button up that had been gifted to her at Christmas by Draco and Blaise. She had never been able to tell whose shirt, exactly, it had been, but she knew that it had been warded beyond what any normal pajama shirt should have been.

She always had to repeatedly remind herself that she wore it because they had given it to her, and not because of the smell. It smelled like them. Their cologne, and apparently their own personal scents, seemed to be embedded on the shirt just like the wards, and no matter how often she wore it, the smell never faded. But she didn't wear it for the smell. Nope.

"…been attacked by a hippogriff!" Ginny finally cried out triumphantly, looking straight at the blond who was currently scowling at her. That was an innocent enough way to start this game, wasn't it? She patted herself on the back mentally for a job well done, hoping that the tone she had started the game off with would remain the same. Reluctantly, Draco folded his thumb into his palm. He was the first loser of the evening. Blaise, of course, simply shot her a wink, his ten fingers still displayed proudly.

"That was a one time thing," Draco remarked sullenly. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Sure, whatever. It was your own fault, anyway," she reminded him, and he nudged her left knee rather sharply, glaring. She nudged him back, returning his glare with one of her own. Her shove was rather ineffectual, since he was wearing silk pajama pants and her bare knee slid right past his. They would have remained at an impasse had Blaise not chosen that moment to continue on with the game.

"Never have I ever…" he paused, looking around for inspiration. His eyes landed on Ginny's bare foot, and grinned happily. "…painted my toenails!" This time, it was Ginny's turn to glare at someone, wiggling her lime green toes for emphasis. She dropped her thumb with a huff, glancing to Draco to continue the game. To her amusement, she saw that he had two spots of pink on his face, and another finger had joined his thumb in his palm.

"Did you just…?" she questioned, attempting to stifle her giggles and failing as she let out a peal of laughter, leaning slightly towards Blaise, who was looking shell shocked, before recovering his a smirk quickly.

"Sorry, mate," he apologized, not sounding apologetic in the least. "I was trying to target the female in the group; I didn't realize there were two." This earned him a shove from the blond, knocking him towards the giggling redhead. They bumped, content to just lean against each other and laugh, at the expense of Draco.

"Fine," Draco huffed angrily. "Never have I ever fancied a blond!" Still chuckling to himself, Blaise folded a finger down without remorse. Ginny, however, was suffering for a larger conflict. If they had been playing the game with more people, Ginny could have waited a few minutes after that one had gone around the circle, and stealthily stretched her hands, removing a finger when she raised them back up to technically not cheat, yet not let anyone know that she actually did fancy a blond.

That blond was currently looking at her expectantly, as well as a certain Italian boy, who she also had the misfortune of fancying.

"Bugger this," she muttered to herself, folding a second finger down. Now, Blaise was technically winning. Ignoring Draco's triumphant look, Ginny tried to figure out what she'd say.

"Never have I ever…" She paused, wondering how she could keep it non-sexual. It was harder than she thought it would be, but eventually she got herself to focus on financial things. "…owned a new wand." She figured it was one of the more innocent things that she could manage to get away with, but she didn't miss the significant look that Draco and Blaise exchanged while they both folded a finger down.

"Whose wand is it, then?" Blaise questioned, idly glancing to the wand that was on the table beside the bed. She would have still had it on her person, as Draco and Blaise did (they had folded their wands into the waist of their pajama pants), but she didn't really find it convenient to tuck her wand in her panties or her bra, the only two things she was wearing that were skin tight. She hadn't bothered with shorts; her pajama shirt was long enough, anyway.

"Bill's, originally," she told them. "It's probably why I'm so good with curses," she mused. "But then it was passed on to Fred and George, who switched their wands back and forth, and once they got new wands, it made its way to me." They blinked at this elaborate explanation, and Ginny felt the flush creep up her neck. "Your turn, Blaise," she murmured, looking down at her hands.

Wisely, they decided to ignore her financial situation, but Ginny suddenly realized why. She was willing to bet her brand new broom that next Hogsmeade weekend, they'd take her out, Apparate her to London or Paris, and force her to let them buy her a new wand. They had done that when she complained about her slow broom, gazed longingly at Blaise's quill, and even once when she had shivered in front of them. It had resulted in the promise of a top-of-the-line broom that hadn't been released yet, a whole set of lovely quills, and a brand new fur-lined cloak.

Really, she should know better by now not to bring up stuff like that in front of them.

"Never have I ever danced naked on New Year's," Blaise declared dramatically, effectively diffusing the dark atmosphere that had fallen on them.

"Oh for Salazar's sake!" Draco cried indignantly. "Am I ever going to live that down?" Ginny shared a grin with Blaise.

"Obviously not," she informed him gleefully while he dropped another finger.

"I think you guys declared it 'Let's Pick on Draco Malfoy Night' without letting me know," he grouched at them, before looking thoughtfully devious. "Never have I ever owned a possessed book," he said, smirking at Ginny. She dropped a finger, feeling her heart sink a little bit at what his words had opened up. Now, they'd move onto magic, and then…

Then they'd move on to sex, since magic and sex were nearly synonymous to the two Slytherins next to her. And even though she knew she should be feeling grossed out, or nervous, all she felt was a sort of eager anticipation.

Draco was looking expectantly at Blaise, who finally rolled his eyes dramatically and dropped another finger. At Ginny's curious expression, he explained.

"Summer of my fourth year, my mum thought it'd be funny to gift me a book that contained the trapped soul of her…third husband? Or her fifth," he mused thoughtfully, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Ginny was well aware of Vasiliki Zabini's reputation of being a black widow; she had been married seven times, and was engaged with her eighth husband. Really, she didn't pity any of the men that fell prey to her black widowy ways. If they didn't have enough sense to realize that she'd just kill them and take their money, then they deserved to die.

"Never have I ever owned a Hand of Glory," Ginny informed them, and Draco's scowl deepened as he dropped another finger. He was now down to one hand left, while Ginny and Blaise were still tied with seven fingers. Blaise seemed to realize that as his boyfriend, it was his duty to come to Draco's aid, so he sighed dramatically before he took his turn.

"The things I do for you…" he murmured, as if targeting Ginny was such a trouble for him. "Never have I ever performed the Bat-Bogey Hex." Ginny obligingly dropped her finger, but it was Draco who made the most noise.

"Really, Blaise!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Isn't there something she's done that I haven't?" A petulant look engrained on his face, he crossed his arms temporarily before he realized he had to have his remaining fingers showing, and angrily shoved his four fingers into their sight. Ginny felt the smirk twisting her lips fall when she noticed the distinctly sinister expression on Draco's face. Oh, no…

"Never have I ever had something inserted in my twat!" he snapped out vulgarly, instantly bringing a blush to Ginny's cheeks.

"That's because you don't have one!" she protested angrily, looking to Blaise to defend her. He shrugged indifferently.

"Doesn't matter, love. If Draco didn't stick something up there, whether or not he has it isn't the issue. It's whether or not he did it." Still blushing violently, she dropped another finger, leaving her with only one hand left, too. She pouted resentfully at Blaise's two hands. Since when did he have the moral high ground here?

"Fine, if we're going to play that way," she growled angrily, leaning forward slightly. "Never have I ever buggered someone," she snapped out, eyes darting back and forth between the two men who she knew for a fact had buggered someone quite frequently. Instead of looking angry or ashamed, they only looked pleased. Actually, they've got their shit-eating grins on right now. Oh, great…

"Never have I ever wanted to have sex with Blaise Zabini," Blaise cooed softly. Ginny felt her blush slam back into place quicker than she could say, "Fuck," and watched with panicked eyes as Draco calmly dropped a finger down. Evidently they had both decided that it was time to make Ginny squirm, even if it was at the cost of their own fingers. She knew it would be pointless to argue that he couldn't possibly ever want to have sex with himself, thus violating the rules, since she had already tried that line of attack and had been shot down.

Ginny was at a loss as to what to do. On the one hand, the fact that she felt something a little bit more than friendship was rather like a well-known secret among them. They were just too polite to ever mention it (excluding now), and she certainly wasn't going to mention it when they obviously had a thing for each other. But if she openly acknowledged it now, she had a feeling that it would change everything between them.

"Bloody hell," she murmured to herself, casting her eyes down demurely as she dropped another finger. She missed the smirks the two Slytherins exchanged. She glanced back up in time to notice that Draco only had two fingers left, but that soon paled in comparison to what Draco said next.

"Never have I ever wanted to have sex with Draco Malfoy," he whispered in the silence, mimicking his paramour's earlier words. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut, a mantra running through her head: Remain calm, remain calm, remain calm…it's only a game…Of course, this accomplished nothing, especially since she was positive that her blush had spread down so far that they'd be able to see her knees colored rosy.

"Not a word from either of you," she warned darkly, amber eyes opening to glare at them as she lowered her fingers down to three. Complying with her wishes, they didn't say anything about it, but their expressions said everything, anyway.

Again, she wondered just what she had been thinking when she had accepted their invitation. And here I was thinking that I was actually smart! she scoffed to herself. It was her turn next, and she could either aggravate the circumstances with a tension-rich never, or she could attempt to distract them with something else. Or I can just end the game early, she mused, casting a glance at Draco's two pale fingers, the remnants of his earlier score. Deciding on that option, she raked her brain for an appropriate never.

"Never have I ever turned into an animal," she announced, an effectively innocent topic that was sure to knock down a finger from Draco Malfoy.

Also known as the Amazing Bouncing Ferret.

Draco dropped another finger down reluctantly, probably because he never wanted to remember that episode in his life ever again. His last finger looked lonely without any others near it. It was when Draco glanced to Blaise that Ginny realized that maybe she had scored two in one with this never, and turned to follow his gaze. Blaise had an inscrutable expression on his face as he watched one of his fingers curl into his palm.

Ginny shot a slightly concerned look at Draco at this behavior. The normally more animated of the group looked like he was thinking decidedly dark thoughts, especially on a topic that one would assume to be light and airy. Draco shrugged his shoulders to tell her that it wasn't his place to tell if Blaise didn't want to, but this silent communication was cut off when Blaise spoke.

"Growing up with a Dark mother had its advantages and disadvantages," he began in an expressionless voice, sounding clinical and distanced. "One of the disadvantages was having a Dark step father who found it fun to torture animals. When he ran out of live ones, he often took to Transfiguring me." Ginny blanched at this revelation, feeling the blood rush out of her face. Had they really jumped from such a light topic to this?

"Blaise, I'm…" she trailed off, knowing that anything she said would be insufficient to show just how much she wished she could hurt the man that had hurt him so much.

Decisively, she reached over to his hand which had just lost a finger, and pulled it up to her face, uncurling the finger that had just folded down and delivering a light kiss to its tip. His face was inscrutable for a few more moments, before his lips quirked just the tiniest bit upwards, signaling that he had gotten the message she had attempted to deliver from her lips to his finger.

"Thank you," he murmured, almost inaudibly. She put his hand back in his lap, reluctant to let it go. When she finally did, her fingers trailed away, almost as if she had dipped them in a vat of honey that was Blaise's arm and it refused to let her hand go.

"Your turn," Draco said brusquely, shattering the fragile feeling between them. Ginny spared him a glance; his face was as blank as Blaise's had been. But she realized that he was just as concerned as she had been: he was leaning marginally towards Blaise, and his left hand was digging into his thigh, muscles jumping with tension.

She felt that initial jolt she always felt when seeing Draco Malfoy expressing concern for someone that wasn't himself, but that was quickly followed for a rush of awe. After all, he was allowing her see his weakness, and she was infinitely more touched than if he had been openly concerned about Blaise.

Ginny realized abruptly that Blaise no longer looked melancholy. He looked positively wicked, actually, and she felt her stomach flip in anticipation. She didn't want to determine if it was a flip of joy or fear.

"Never have I ever…" He paused, the words dragged out so slowly that they seemed to drip from his lips. She felt herself involuntarily leaning forward to hear the words as they were spoken, largely because his voice was lower than a whisper. "…wanted to have sex…"

Ginny's voice hitched at the word. Who knew a single syllable could sound so sensuous? As her shirt slid across her knees as she leaned forward even more, she could feel her skin prickling in its wake.

"…with two men at the same time," Blaise finished up with a flourish, and Ginny felt her eyes flutter closed, seared with images she thought she had firmly deposited in the box marked "Saturday Night Bath Time."

"Oh, dear," she murmured contritely, unable to come up with something concrete to say. Somehow she got her eyes opened, and wished she hadn't. The openly hungry gazes barely hidden beneath half-lidded eyes made her want to throw out her moral high ground—What moral high ground? she questioned herself—and just give in to the temptation that they presented her with.

"Well?" Draco purred, reaching forward with a seemingly-innocent hand to rest it on her knee. The light touch sent sparks of lightening flying from her knee up her spine and then back down to settle between her legs.

Ginny suddenly had to resist the urge to fold her legs together tightly in an attempt to alleviate some of the tension she felt between them.

"I—" she paused, clearing her throat so her next words didn't come out in the croak her first syllable had been. Really, Ginny, the least you could do is keep it together, she scolded distractedly. "I guess that means we're tied now," she said to Draco, dropping her second to last finger.

"And I guess that means we can forget this game and declare me the winner," Blaise declared smoothly. Ginny realized that the only way she could tell he was anything but calm was the fact that his eyes were a little too wide, a little too feverish looking—and they were pinned to her lips.

"I think congratulations are in order, then," Draco decided, and before Ginny could blink he had launched himself at Blaise. Ginny didn't find this occurrence a strange one; it happened at least once a day, especially since Blaise seemed to be a tackle-loving kind of Slytherin.

What surprised her was when Blaise snagged her arm, jerking her towards them so suddenly that she couldn't stop her collapse into them, finding the warm bodies that she landed on so much more appealing than landing on the bed would have been.

"Whoops," Blaise murmured against Draco's lips, not sounding the least bit sorry. Ginny was too lightheaded to respond; she was half on Blaise, while Draco was on his other half. Her entire left side was completely flush with Draco's and she was positive that her shirt had ridden up.

"Oh," the breath whooshed out of her lungs in a belated reaction. "This is…" she trailed off, unsure of what adjective would appropriately sum up the situation.

"Perfect," Draco gasped out, and she tilted her head towards him at the same time that his right hand buried itself in her curls and pulled her face to his. Ginny's eyes involuntarily fluttered closed at the contact, his lips still tasting of Blaise and that indescribably delicious taste that was pure Draco.

With a mind of its own, her tongue curled into his mouth, snaking back out slowly and drawing his with it. This curl paralleled the one she felt in her lower belly, erupting in a string of shocks that she wanted to keep feeling over and over. When a hand started creeping up underneath the shirt, she didn't stop it. She didn't know whose hand it was, but she couldn't quite bring herself to care, either.

Ginny pulled slightly away to pant for breath, dazed beyond comprehension at the overwhelming sensations she was feeling. Draco's hand had descended from her hair to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and was slowly going lower and lower over the smooth shirt. The hand that she assumed was Blaise's had completely bypassed her knickers in favor of kneading the dimples above her bum. Her own hands were busy concentrating on staying in one place, so that meant that one was holding onto Draco and the other was holding onto Blaise.

She was suddenly jerked down by someone and her lips met another pair, so suddenly that she almost missed when Draco pushed her hair off her neck and slowly pulled the shirt lower, his lips caressing their way down her back. He continued this way until she made a sound of protest; the shirt's collar was half-choking her, but she couldn't figure out how to disengage from Blaise's lips, especially since she didn't want to.

"Shirt, lover," Blaise murmured for Ginny, since she was incapable of making any coherent noises. Ginny felt the shirt slowly being raised upwards, and it was enough to knock her back into her senses.

"No," she mumbled, tearing herself away from Blaise partially. "Too soon," she managed to say, at the same time cursing herself. Why in the hell would she give up a chance like this?

But it was too soon, too fast. They had been friends for months now, so the sudden lurch from friendship into extremely friendly friendship was a little too much for her at the moment. Besides, she still had to sort out if she wanted to do this with two people at the same time. That alone was enough to make her inner Molly Weasley balk at the immorality of it.

But at the same time, her inner Tom Riddle was all for it. She didn't really know what Ginny wanted, but she was as conflicted as she'd ever been.

"That's fine, love," Blaise murmured at the same time that Draco let out a gusty sigh of impatience. He managed to look a little sheepish at the dual glares he received from both Blaise and Ginny.

"What?" he asked defensively. "We've just been waiting so long, Blaise…" he trailed off, attempting to not sound like he was whining and failing. Ginny felt a smirk replace the tiny frown on her face.

"Would you like some cheese with that whine?" she teased, and got shoved off of Blaise for her troubles. She let out an "oof!" when Draco rolled over her to fall onto her other side.

She stared up at the ceiling, in between both of their warm bodies, and realized that she was completely and utterly content. She wasn't unhappy, or worrying about the war or the fate of the Golden Trio, or her family, or anything. All she could really focus on was the hazy, all-encompassing satisfaction that she felt lying next to the two Slytherins.

"Never have I ever wanted to be anywhere else," she murmured mostly to herself, sighing happily. They still had a lot to talk about, but that could wait. She knew that neither of them dropped another finger down after her statement, and that was enough.

(1)--Ventosus is the Latin word meaning like the wind; light; airy.

A/N: And here's the next installment! It's been waiting with Melissa for a while for her harddrive to come back from the shop (for about two weeks or so), but I figured that everyone could wait so there would be less mistakes. :)

You guys are all wonderful! I made someone spontaneously combust, and was also threatened with Indonesian voodoo, but I figure that's a good thing, right?

As you can see, though, this was could potentially be in the same universe as Bored, but only if you squint a lot. I do kind of like the idea of having the prompts all inter-related, but even that small amount of structure is too much for me to focus on now, so they'll just be random. I'm also finding myself strangely in love with the little, protective/friendly details that I get when Draco and Blaise interact with Ginny, so there might be more of that rather than just a straight out sex!fest (as you can see here, where they STOP).

Never have I ever loved receiving reviews more!

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