Malfoys Dare
The Slytherin common room was empty except for five boys sitting near the fire, playing a game of truth or dare. Draco Malfoy, Theodor Nott, Blasie Zabini and Gregory Goyle all laughed at Vincent Crabbe who had been forced to eat one of the Weasleytwins canarian cakes.
"You look really grate in feathers you know, it suits you." Nott comented and grinned madly.
Crabbe changed back and sat down. "Ok, so, now it's my turn then?" He looked a little unsertain.
"Yeah, moron, ask away!" Zabini tapped his fingers against the floor, and drew a lock of his black hair out of his face.
"Sure, truth or dare then?"
"Truth"
"Ok, Zabini, who..ehm...was your first?" Crabbe went red as a tomato, while Zabini just looked bored.
"Honestly Crabbe! Okay, there is only one girl, Pansy." Malfoy and Nott looked horrified at the statement.
"What! I wouldn't be near the bitch even if I was paid for it!" Draco Malfoy looked at him in disgust.
"Oh, shut it Draco, were you any better then? That Ravenclaw bitc..." Draco inerrupted.
"Don't you dare insult her, there is nothing wrong with her!" He was about to stand when Theodor grabbed him and threw him down on the floor.
"Honestly you two! Give it a rest. Can't we just continue?"
Basie looked like christmas had came early, and he smirked evily at Draco. "Sure, Draco, truth or dare?"
Before Draco could answer however, Blasie spoke again. "It would be fun if you took dare, but maybe you are to afraid for that." He knew that Draco would swallow the bait.
"Oh, you think so, Zabini? Well, I will just have to prove you wrong then. Dare." Everyone turned to Blasie and waited for the young man to come up with a suitable dare for Slytherins Prince.
"Lets see, what should I make you do?" He bit his lip as thought he was in deep thoughts. After some minutes Theodor had had enough.
"Come on then! Spill!" Two second after that, the black haired slytherin broke into a evil smile.
"You Draco Malfoy, have to ask Potter to the upcoming ball!" He was satisfied when he saw the alredy pale boy become white as a sheet. The others brust out in a laughattack, and rolled around on the floor.
"You can't be fucking serious Zabini? Draco asked, but he knew Zabini to well to see that he was perfectly serious about it. " You mean that I, a Malfoy, would go to the ball with that piece of trash? Honestly, I have never seen Potter dressed up, ever! Potter has no sense of fahsion at all! I'm going to be humiliated!" His face was rapidly regaining it's color, and was becoming red in fury.
"Yep, thats what I'm saying. But hey, who said anything about you actually going to the ball with her? I just said that you had to ask her."
Draco went quiet after that. "Okay, I'll do it then, but there is no way that she is going to say yes, thank god!"
He left the room after that, thinking about that blasted dare. He was sure that Potter was going to refuse to go with him, but what if...? He groaned. Somehow he felt like something was about to go terribly wrong, and he didn't like it, at all.
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