It Was Just A Dare

by midnightmoonlily

Hermione Granger is just starting her fifth year in Hogwarts, so is Draco Malfoy, and already trouble is stirring. Surprisingly it's not Voldemort's fault this time, it's all down to Draco, who agreed to a bet concerning Hermione. Will he go through with it? Let's hope not.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Hermione

The sun glared through the window, blinding Hermione. She groaned. It was the second day, of the first term of her fifth year at Hogwarts. And it was a Tuesday. So that meant double Potions, History of Magic, followed by double Defense Against the Dark Arts. Brilliant!
Yes History of Magic was interesting and very important; Professor Binns however... was not. And Hermione didn't trust that toad of a woman that calls herself Umbridge. Not one single bit! And Professor Snape was self-explanatory.
Hermione got up and started rummaging in her trunk for her robes. While looking, she found some mascara and lipstick buried deep at the bottom, she shuddered at the memory of her mother winking as she slipped the makeup into her trunk. Why was that woman so obsessed with Hermione getting a boyfriend?! She popped the cap of the lipstick and shrugged submissively. Maybe... just maybe Ron would notice...? Hermione highly doubted it... but... a little bit wouldn't hurt.
Of the many things Hermione loved about Hogwarts, getting changed with the other Gryffindor girls was not one of them. Lavender and Parvati had very impressive figures, and Hermione didn't have the most desirable body. It was a bit on the pale and podgy side. She always had the sneaking suspicion that the other girls were whispering and giggling about her. She was just glad that Hogwarts students weren't required to do P.E.! Knowing her luck, she'd have it with the Slytherins. Pansy would never let her hear the end of it. Hermione could just imagine Pansy's high cackle. That thought lasted her all the way down to breakfast.

Draco

Double Potions. Brilliant! Draco grinned, and was ready to jump out of bed, but then stopped. The Slytherins never took happiness as a good sign. Oh well. Flicking potion ingredients at the back of the Weasel's head was a way of being happy without arousing any suspicion.
Draco didn't want to leave his dormitory; no doubt Pansy Parkinson was waiting for him, her freshly painted talons ready to claw any unsuspecting brat that got in the way. It was a shame really... Draco hated getting Blood on his robes.