Addicted To Him

by the Heir of Slytherin

Summary: It's amazing how a simple dare can lead to an addiction . . .and this isn't any ordinary addiction, either. DM/HG

Rating: PG-13 for bad language and (of course) lots of kissing.

Disclaimer: Basically, I own nothing. . .

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Hermione was reading Hogwarts, A History (for what must have been the fifteenth time) that fateful night when the terror started. Of course, every good horror story starts with a game of "Truth or Dare", and that is what was going on right next to the studious girl. Fortunately for her, she was not involved in the petty game. At the moment, the players merely consisted of Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Ginny Weasley. They were sitting on Lavender's bed and were giggling as if they had just heard the funniest thing. In all actuality, these girls, though seemingly harmless, were currently devising evil sordid plots. After a whisper from Ginny, Lavender and Parvati took to wild shrieks of laughter that, after time, sounded suspiciously like cackling.

Hermione looked at them from over her book and shook her head. Why in the world were these girls talking about Merlin-knows-what when they could be doing something far more productive- like studying perhaps for that Potions quiz coming up in four weeks? Then again, these were Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny she was thinking about. Thoughts of studying probably had never even entered their pretty, little minds. Just then, she sighed and returned to her book, unfortunately eliciting the attention of the girls toward her side of the room. For one single, blessed moment, the dormitory was silent as the three girls looked at Hermione, then back at each other. Wicked devilish smiles appeared on their usually angelic faces.

"Oh, Hermione!" cried Ginny in a voice that was just a little too sweet.

Hermione looked up from her book and her eyes suddenly became the size of saucers. "Oh, no, no, no! You aren't getting me involved in your dirty little plans. No way! I-" She was suddenly stopped as her arms were grabbed and she was dragged over to Lavender's bed by the three of them. Her book had fallen to the floor and its pages were now getting crumpled from its current position. Hermione gave a loud cry of annoyance, but stopped abruptly when she noticed three pairs of eyes looking unblinkingly at her. She audibly gulped.

The three girls moved closer to her and Lavender pointed out, "There's no need to worry, Hermione. This is only an innocent game if 'Truth or Dare'!"

"Matters what your definition of 'innocent' is," muttered Hermione darkly.

The girls quickly shut her up, and Ginny asked the feared question: "Truth or Dare?"

The bookworm quickly thought through her possibilities. There was no way she was getting out of this, so she might as well answer them. But which was she to choose? Finally deciding that having to answer one of their embarrassing questions (that would rapidly spread around the school) was far worse than a simple dare, she said that fateful word. "Dare." This single word damned her forever.

Cackling ensued, and finally the girls started whispering amongst themselves (after moving off to a corner of the room, of course). After making a decision, they came back with goofy grins on their faces. The future was starting to look none to bright to Hermione.

Between giggles, Lavender finally told the dare to Hermione. "You have to kiss Draco Malfoy tomorrow after classes."

The sound of a screeching "NOOOOOOOO" could be heard resonating throughout the school's dormitories that night.

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"No. No, absolutely not! What are you girls thinking? I am most definitely not kissing that ferret."

"But, Hermione," Ginny pleaded with her, "you gave your word to do this."

"I did no such thing," cried Hermione in exasperation.

Pulling out a giant book, Parvati skimmed through the pages until she came to the one she wanted. "Sadly, Hermione, according to 'Truth and Dare' and How to Play It, when you answered the traditional 'Truth or Dare' question, you were actually giving your solemn word to answer what we asked or do what we dared." She gave Hermione a meaningful look.

"Let me see that," Hermione insisted. Hermione expression became downcast when she saw that Parvati was indeed correct.

The three girls started clapping and laughing when they realized that they had won her over. When they had calmed down, Ginny tried to console the depressed girl by saying, "Hey, it's not so bad. It's not as if Malfoy is ugly. Quite the contrary, in fact. I personally think he's hot."

"Virginia Weasley!" Hermione exclaimed. "What are you thinking? He's a- he's a-" she seemed to be lost for words. "Well, he's a ferret-faced muggle-born hater!" She gently rubbed her forehead where a headache was beginning to form. "I'm going to bed," she declared as she walked over to bed and fell almost immediately into a dark, fitful sleep.

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The next day seemed to drag on forever to Hermione. Each passing moment only brought her closer to her doom. Her day seemed to pass in a daze as she began to think of ways to get back at those satanic girls. During Potions class, Hermione barely paid attention, as it was the last class of the day and right after she had to kiss her enemy. Who knew how Malfoy would respond to her? Most likely, he would just shove her off (which was definitely what she would be doing if she were in his position) and insult her and create a very awkward situation.

Unfortunately, Potions did not last long enough (this seemed strange for her to think, as it was her absolute least-favorite class). But today was no usual day. Hermione gulped as she waited for everyone to leave the room; she left at the end of the line, near all the Slytherins, who each glared at her in turn. Working up some courage, Hermione said sharply, "Malfoy, I need to talk to you now!"

A pale head came into her line of vision. That same smirking face with evil gray eyes haunted her slightly as she moved toward him. He looked somewhat surprised by her declaration. Of course, this was soon covered by his trademark sneer. "Well, make it quick, Granger. I haven't got all day."

Hermione looked nervously around at the Slytherins who were now staring at her. "Not here," she hissed. "I need to speak to you in private."

Two pale eyebrows rose, but he nonetheless motioned for his cronies to leave, then he led her to an old abandoned classroom in one of the dungeons. "Now, Granger, I -"

Hermione immediately knew that she could not stand his self-satisfied smirk any longer, so she threw her arms around his neck, pushed him up against the dungeon wall, and began to kiss him. For one quick moment, he was stood still, completely shocked. Then, to her great surprise, he wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her back. Electricity and heat seemed to radiate off him and flow into Hermione as she kissed him. She knew immediately that she should not have been enjoying this quite so much, but she couldn't help it. Damn those soft lips of his! Hermione knew at once that she had never felt so good in her life as he pulled her closer so that she was right against him. Every place her body touched his, it felt as if she was going to burn from warmth. Who ever knew that ferret could kiss so well?

To her great displeasure, he pulled back and said, in a rather husky voice, "What the hell was that, Granger?"