Title: Game Time Author: drcjsnider Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 460 Notes/Warning: Written for the Welcome

to My Nightmare Chal enge. Prompt 3: Hey, maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal! Aliens Draco and Blaise sat in the corner of the pub scheming. Hermione and Ginny were at the bar getting fresh drinks. If we have to stay here for another round, Ill go mad! Ginny huffed in annoyance.

It hasnt been that bad, Hermione replied. The boys are having fun. Ginny glanced back over her shoulder. I give Blaise exactly 20 minutes before he pulls out his wand and hexes somebody. Hermione rolled her eyes. He wouldnt dare. Hey, maybe you havent been paying attention, but we just got our asses kicked. There is nothing Blaise and Draco hate more than losing. I dont know. I think Draco hates being wrong more than he hates losing. Well in this case they are one in the same, Ginny replied, picking up the

drinks and heading back toward the table. Hermione had to admit that her best friend had a point. When shed suggested that Blaise and Ginny join her and Draco for a drink in Muggle London, shed never expected theyd end up at a place hosting a Sports Trivia tournament. None of them were familiar with football and they had no clue about the rules, teams, or stats. Of course, this hadnt prevented Malfoy and Zabini from shouting out asinine answers al night long. Fine. Ill try and convince Draco to leave, she promised right before they rejoined their dates. Draco, Hermione whispered, in her

boyfriends ear as she sat down. Lets cal it a night, go back to my place, and Il let you quiz me on Quidditch stats in exchange for sexual favors. Dracos eyes widened before he leaned over and gave Hermione a hard kiss. Sounds amazing, luv. But let me and Zabini have one more go at this Muggle trivia. Are you sure? He nodded. We have a fool-proof plan, Blaise smirked from the other side of the table. Fool-proof?

Draco nodded. Al we need is a room wide Confundus Charm. And for the two of you to take off your shirts and run around the pub topless for the next thirty minutes, Blaise grinned waggling his eyebrows. Hermione groaned and dropped her head into her hands, while Ginny smacked Blaise on the back of the head. Youre pathetic. What? Blaise frowned, rubbing his head. It was mostly Dracos idea. Hermione raised her head slightly to glare at him.

Al I said was that I had trouble concentrating when you were flashing your goodies in my face. It was Zabini who developed it into a full blown strategy. Pathetic, Ginny repeated, inching her chair away from Blaises. We are never double-dating Slytherins again, Hermione informed her redhead friend. Agreed, Ginny nodded, her hand on her wand in case either of the men at the table made a move toward either her or Hermiones shirts.