Capítulo 114: Sugar
Yeah, I know this isn't the update y'all wanted. I was moving all weekend and then had surgery today (i was fucking high too. like look at my message board. im still pissed my mom put it all on video) but it's what you're getting. This was already pre-written awhike back.
It was intense, the four glaring at each other with enough rage to harm an entire country. The paintings of Zabini Manor seemed to shrink away at the sight. One man stood tall, a wicked smile plastered across his face. Held a stack of note cards above his head.
"Mwah ha ha ha ha," The man cackled, bringing the note cards to his face, reading the words on the first one, "The competition is tight! Who will bring home the 10,000 galleon prize? Who will loose and face the ultimate punishment: the sugarator?"
The man threw his arms to the side, the hand not holding the note cards open wide and doing a sort of jazz hand. Where his arms were pointing sat a glass cylinder. Inside was a red where the looser would stand. Hanging from ropes above was a bucket of water that would drizzle down over the lose. Then the second bucket would be dumped on them; one filled to the brim with loose sugar.
"And the next question in our Disney-a-thon quiz," The man raised one hand, now with a wand in it, and the light's dimmed down. Lightning crackled outside.
"Theo, you are getting way to into this," Ginny Weasley sighed, snapping her fingers so the lights came back on, "Just give us the question."
"Right, right, sorry," Theodore Nott mumbled, feeling a little down that he couldn't have his over exaggerated light effects, "Question 9.75: When was Mickey Mouse created?"
There was silence. Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger stood rigid with there hands ready to press their own buzzer as soon as they knew the answer. No body moved. The score board stayed the same with all four tied at two hundred forty-three, one point missing from them since no one could remember Flynn Rider's real name. Suddenly, Hermione's hand smashed down on the buzzer.
"192 - no, wait. Shoot what is it?" She panicked, second guessing herself, "1927? Or '28?"
"You gotta pick," Theo chimed in.
Hermione let out a frustrated scream. "It's um, no, wait," Hermione cursed, "1927!"
"Incorrect," Theo exclaimed.
Draco's hand hit the buzzer.
"1928, and partial to the specific date of May 15," he answered calmly.
Hermione glared at the blond boy next to her. He merely grinned and innocent smile, but Hermione could see the laughter hiding in his eyes.
And so it went on for twenty four more questions. Disney after Disney character, plot, actor, and everything in between was quizzed. After 999 questions, the final one arose. Blaise and Draco were tying in first place while Hermione Ginny held behind them by two points. If neither of them got the question, they'd both be suagred.
"And your final question," Theo said, getting way to into the game, "What. Color. Are. Flounder's. Stripes?"
All four hands went down at once.
"Blue!" Ginny screamed.
"Blue!" Draco screamed.
"Blue!" Blaise screamed.
"Periwinkle!" Hermione screamed.
All screamed their answers at the same time.
"Sorry Hermione. There's no specifics. Blue is the correct answer!" Theo exclaimed, fist punching the air, "Which means you get to be sugared."
Hermione begged them not to. It wouldn't be any fun and the sugary, sticky mess would be stuck in her hair for weeks. But they got her in. Ginny slammed the door shut while Hermione pounded on it.
"One point! I lost by one point! Isn't this a bit extreme?"
"Have fun," Blaise smirked, pulling one rope. Water drizzled over Hermione.
Hermione glared at them, the rage of a thousand suns burning through. Was that a little extreme? Maybe. Hermione had thought she would win, or at least come in second. Disney was a muggle based thing anyways. She should have been an expert on Disney.
Draco's face suddenly came into her vision. He was holding a rope in his hands with a wicked grin.
"No, Malfoy don't you dare," Hermione said, banging a fist against the glass.
"Say please," Draco grinned.
"What?" Hermione exclaimed, completely outraged. Draco didn't budge. "Oh my go - you are insufferable!" Draco tugged the rope a little. A sprinkle of sugar fell down onto her hair. Hermione's outh fell open. "You - fine. Please."
"Please what?" Draco teased.
"Please do not dump sugar on me," Hermione said, clenching her teeth together and feeling mortified.
"I'm sorry, who are you asking? You're looking at Potterette, but she doesn't seem to be holding you fate in her hand," Draco added on, bringing a hand to his ear, like he was listening closely.
"Please, Malfoy, do not dump sugar on me," Hermione gritted out.
"I have a name, you know," Draco implied.
Hermione's face was getting redder and redder by the second. Ginny was in a peal of silent giggles. Theo sat on a chair eating a bucket of ice cream and tweeting about his OTP. Blaise could barely stop smiling.
"Mate, you're killing her," Blaise said.
"I," Draco said, stressing the word, "just want to be sure she's talking to me, the one with a rope tied to a bucket of sugar in his hands. You all are family, honorary Malfoy's. If they can all be Malfoy's, how do I know which she is referring to?"
"Oh my god!" Hermione screamed.
She spun around in a circle, sending a few water droplets everywhere and splattering against the glass.
"Draco," she said, "would please not pour all of that sugar on me."
Draco dropped his smile and nodded, loosening his grip. Hermione sighed in relief, relaxing. Suddenly Draco regained his smile and made a tugging motion on the rope. Hermione squealed and covered her head with her arms. Nothing happened.
"Wha - " Hermione started to say after a moment of nothing, looking directly up at the bucket of sugar.
As soon has she head her head completely tilted upwards, Draco pulled on the rope. The entire bucket of sugar tipped over and rained down on Hermione. It stuck to her every surface, hitting mostly her face. As soon as the sugar stopped and was nothing but a trickle of the remaining particles falling from the bucket, they opened the glass door and let Hermione out.
She was fuming. Steam was practically blowing out from her ears. She licked the inner section of her lip and grinned, laughing.
"You are lucky this taste so sweet," Hermione sighed.
"It does?" Draco asked, amused.
"Yeah. Here, have a taste," Hermione said, beginning to lift her arm, which was also covered in sugar.
Draco was a step ahead of her, in more ways than one, and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away after a moment and licked the sugar off of his lips. He nodded in approval.
"That is good," he agreed, turning to Blaise and Ginny, "You need to try this."
Ginny shrugged and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek, licking the sugar off her lips afterwards. Blaise did the same with her other side. Theo came up, deciding he should try some of the sugar too, and licked Hermione's arm. That got a reaction as to where Hermione slapped him.
Theo went back to tweet his latest encounter with a member of his OTP.
Hermione stood shocked, opening and closing her mouth like a codfish. Draco was just smirking, clearly pleased with himself.
"You bastard! You just - you just - " Hermione cut herself off, not even knowing what to think.
"I just - I just kissed you. Yeah, I realize. Don't over think it, I was just tasting something sweet," Draco said with a casual shrug.
"Right, right, the sugar," Hermione said, shaking her head with a faint smile. She thought it had been something more.
"Oh yeah, there was sugar on your lips, wasn't there? I guess I forgot," Draco said, throwing her a wink, "I'm going to stop Theo from his birding now."
Draco turned and walked out of the room and outside. He was seen form the window, trying to coax Theo out of jumping out of a tree with bird wings attached. Theo was a very strange specimen.
"Did he mean," Hermione started, unable to go on.
"Oh he did," Ginny grinned, "Go shower now. Blaise and I will set up a date."
"Wha - Ginny no!"
"Ginny yes, now go," Ginny demanded pushing Hermione away, but swiping her finger across Hermione' shoulder for some sugar.
Hermione rolled her eyes and agreed, not really seeing any other option. She touched her lips, licking the remaining sugar from her lips.
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