Truth or dare, Mr. Malfoy? Hmmm Dare

By Katheryn Greenaway

Dearest Reader, please keep in mind this story is set in the glorious post-Wizarding War times with everyone pretty much alive, including both the twins! So sit back and enjoy some Dramione with a bit of Harry and Ginny.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.I simply own the crazy plot.

Also if you're here for the Truth or Dare game only, skip to chapter 13/14. :)

Let us begin our journey...

"WEEEE HOOOO! GET UP PRINCESSS. WHO NEEDS BEAUTY SLEEEEEP!?"
Hermione slammed her fist on the small snooze button of her magically enchanted alarm clock.
"I'm awake!" she shouted at the bobbing alarm clock. Hermione cursed every think of using the Christmas present she got from Lavender as she dragged herself out of her warm four poster bed and into the cold tiles of her own personal bathroom (simply one of the perks of being Head Girl.) She washed her face, brushed her mane and add Sleakeazy Hair Potion to that frizzy mat she called hair. Instantly, it arranged itself into perfect curled ringlets. Ever since the war Hermione had decided to live life to the max because she didn't know when her last day would be. As well as this new found motto for like she had realised that since the moment she met Harry and Ron, she never did have much time for herself as they didn't care about looking good for class, the Yule Ball or even Hogsmeade visits. But now, with practically every Death Eater locked away she had all the time in the world! So in came the make up, the extended Hogsmeade shopping trips, the gossip filled pedicures and Moroccan oil hair treatments! With one last look at her lavishly decorated bedroom and ensuite bathroom, she turned to check her appearance once more. Hermione smiled at her reflection but shook her head. She was Head Girl, and while looking nice was appreciated by all, she had her duties to uphold. Grabbing her satchel, she made her way downstairs.

Meanwhile, in the Head Boy dorms, Draco Malfoy woke groggily and checked the time with his wand. The hologram he created read 7:20am.
"Merlin's Pants!" cried Draco, and in his haste to get up he knocked over a Dreamless Sleep potion bottle off his bedside table.
The resounding smash echoed throughout the Head dorms.
"Reparo," he muttered and the shards of glass came together in midair, bonded together once more and the bottle refilled itself with potion.
"What's going on in there?" Granger's voice came from the adjoining room.
'Great' thought Draco 'she's awake.'
He transfigured his silk pajamas into his Slytherin School robes and applied some gel to his hair. Then he checked himself out in the mirror. He concluded that instead of his past gaunt and bony features he was slim and rosy? Wait really? Rosy? He stalked out of his beautifully Slytherin coloured dorm wondering what a better word was for rosy. 'What about blushing?' he thought to himself, 'Malfoys don't blush.' An inner voice said firmly and Draco agreed. He was still thinking about synonyms when he bumped into something.

"MALFOY! Watch where you're going," Hermione's annoyed voice drifted to him from the ground. Curious about what she was doing on the ground, he looked down to see she was picking up an armful of books. 'At my feet' thought Draco. He resisted the urge to go on with, "where she belongs". After all, old prejudices were not thought of highly at all and he had a reputation as a 'high classed mannerly' gentleman. However, gentleman or not, he was not about to offer a hand up. No, he still had his reputation as 'Pot-head clan hater' to uphold. He simply walked around her to get his books and head off to breakfast.

Hermione, after picking up her numerous fallen books, left their dorms at the same time as Malfoy and they both arrived at the door. With a roll of his grey eyes he gestured with his hand for Hermione to go first. She slipped past him without a word and kept on strutting forward. Thus was life in the Head dorms, simple and civil, not what Lavender and Pavarti were telling anyone who'd listen; Headquarters of the Order of the Bang Fest.

They arrived at the Great Hall and quickly split to go sit at their designated tables. The interhouse rivalry had died along with the war but the students still preferred to sit with the people they'd grown up having breakfast with.
"Morning guys," Hermione greeted her best friends with the little enthusiasm that morning had given her.
"Mione," nodded Harry, "wait what's wrong?" He picked up on her moods so easily that Hermione was glad he was her friend. He started at her, trying to calculate if it was a month since her last moody day, while Ronald furrowed his eyebrows furiously, his mouth practically bursting with food.
"Bib Balboy say or boo anybin?" Ron asked, " cob ith 'e dib I'll smaff 'im!" He asked kindly, spluttering crumbs in every direction, unfortunately getting some mixed with a head of red hair.
"Ronald Weasley! You revolting pig!" The petite redhead exclaimed, smacking him on the back of the head, " if Hermione is indeed bothered by something, spraying Pumpkin Pasty all over her is not" SMACK! Ginny's hand went flying towards Ron's head, "going" SMACK! "to" SMACK! "help!"
"Sobby Miss Weebley." He said in a singsong voice directly 'aimed' at Ginny. She stood up, covered in Cauldron Cake. His expression indicated he hadn't meant for that much spillage but it was too late and soon everyone at the Gryffindor table was wincing and feeling terribly sorry for the older Weasley.

Ignoring the well deserved howls and yelps from Ron, Harry and Hermione continued their conversation.
"Hermione you know you can tell me anything, right?" Said Harry.
" I know Harry, here's the thing…" Hermione began only to be rudely interrupted by two gossiping girls sitting down in front of them.
" So," gushed Parvarti, "apparently Terry and Hannah had a thing going on for months and no one knew about it until now! Did you guys know?! Oh and are you coming tonight? Honestly! We told you about this a week ago. The most we expect is an answer; Are you coming to play Truth or Dare with us or not?!"
"Errrrr…"Harry hesitated.
"Well you see…" Hermione tried to explain.
"Oh come on! Tap into your true Gryffindors! Be brave! Plus everyone would think you two were prudes if you didn't." Lavender encouraged slyly, Parvarti nodding in agreeance behind her.
"Alright, alright, let's do it. I'm in," said Hermione, bravely with a smile, she thought of her motto and mentally arranged her homework schedule for the next morning.
"Yeah, you know whatever. I'm in too," Harry said nonchalantly, although Hermione swore she heard him mutter "I defeated the Darkest Wizard the world has ever known yet I'm intimidated by two teenage girls!"
"Yay! Super kiddies. Okay, we're all meeting in the Room of Requirement at 9:30 tonight. To get in you have to imagine a blue room with chili patterned wallpaper. Hey Hermione, do you think you can convince Draco Malfoy to come too? You know him right?- the hot, sexy one that lives next door to you? " Asked Parvarti.
"Oooooh! Please do! He'll make it so much more exciting!" Lavender said excitedly.
" You just want to pash hi-" Harry retorted before Hermione cut him off.
"Well I could but, you know how he is! He'd probably say…" Hermione started saying before being interrupted for the second time by Lavender.
"YES! This is going to the EPICEST game of Truth or Dare Hogwarts has ever known!" Lavender squealed.
" Lavender there's no such word as…" Hermione began to rationalize before the two girls practically bolted out of the Great Hall, snorting and chatting some more about Terry Boot's recent conquest.

" So, Hermione, what was wrong?" Harry asked, as if trying to restore order to the world.
"Well you see, err,well, " Hermione began and she waited to see if she would be interrupted again. Thankfully, she wasn't so she blurted out her problem to Harry. " Do you remember the in-class essay we had to do in History of Magic about the Goblin Rebellions of 1583? The one about whether the Rebellion was fully justified, written in the divisive perspective of both a goblin of the era and a wizard who was supposedly fighting against their cause? Professor Binns said we had to write at least two rolls of parchment and I wrote five! Oh Harry! What if he fails me! I can't believe I was so stupid as to only write five! That's not even triple! Really, what if he's disappointed in me? I've written at least 6 all year." She took a huge gulp of fresh air and implored Harry with worried eyes.
"Mione, you'll be 're a genious. Besides, I heard him complimenting your writing style yesterday to Slughorn." Hermione beamed. The pair turned to watch Ginny, still physically abusing Ron with the secret strength that no one thought could reside in her delicate body frame. Although this time her reason for abuse was to make sure Ron didn't spill the beans about her to Mrs Weasley concerning her secret relationship with Harry, even though most of the Weasley clan and school knew about it already.

"We should probably be getting to class. Come on, Harry. We have to hand in that assignment. Ronald! Are you coming?" Hermione turned to glance at him. He jumped up and sprinted after her, all the while Ginny stared daggers at his retreating figure.