Truth or Dare- Chapter 1
You're Going With Me
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger headed down the hall and into the kitchen, knowing exactly what she would find on the other side of the door. Sure enough, her raven-haired best friend stood in pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt at the stove, stirring something in a small pot on one of the front burners.
"Harry, enough of this," she said, walking over to him and taking the spoon out of his hand. "You're a wizard and you don't need to cook...what is this anyway?" She peered into the saucepan. Harry held up the box.
"Macaroni and cheese." He took the spoon back and resumed stiring the pasta. "It sounded good and as it's all we had in the cupboard, that's what I'm having for dinner." He took in her fuschia blouse and jeans. "You look nice. Where are you going?"
"Ginny, the Patils and I are going to the Leaky Cauldron. Hey, why don't you get dressed and come with us? You don't deserve to be alone all the time. It's been almost a month since you and Bimbo broke up, come on, Harry, please?" She clasped her hands together in a begging position. But he just shook his head and smiled faintly.
"Her name was Bambi, not Bimbo, although you weren't too far off. No, you go ahead. I just feel like vegging out on the sofa with a book. Ron will be home soon. I won't be alone." Hermione gave him a Look.
"Ron's out with Luna, right?" Harry nodded. "He won't be back all weekend. Come on, Harry! Do you really want to eat macaroni and cheese for dinner?" He looked at the now overcooked mess in the pot and grimaced.
"No."
"Then come with me! I promise it'll be fun. When was the last time you got totally pissed for no reason whatsoever?" Harry thought for a minute.
"The day after we left Hogwarts," he admitted. Hermione's jaw dropped open in mock surprise. She knew Harry wasn't much of a party person. All the more reason to get him out of the house.
"That does it. You, mister," she propelled him towards the door with a little shove, "Are going to the bar with me or I'm going to drag you there. Now get changed. We have to be there in a half hour." She swatted his bum to get him moving. Harry let out a small yelp of shock, but left the kitchen without any further refusals.
Fifteen minutes later, Harry entered the living room, dressed and ready to go. Hermione's eyes widened as she saw what he had changed into. He was now wearing a faded pair of jeans that hugged every part of his perfect ass, and a black t-shirt that seemed to mold itself to the muscles of his chest and stomach. He sat on the sofa to pull his shoes on, then clapped his hands together as he stood back up.
"How do I look?" he asked.
"Great," Hermione croaked, then cleared her throat. "You look great, Harry. Let's go."