Author's Notes: Alright, this is my first Harry Potter story so please bear with me on the details. I have a fascination with love/hate stories so I thought I'd give Draco/Hermione a go. I'm pretty sure I would suck at a marriage law story since there are already so many of those and I doubt I could make mine new and exciting so I thought I'd just leave them to come around by themselves. Many thanks to my beta JenJenSon for helping me with this as my Harry Potter knowledge is slightly lacking. So without further ado I'll begin.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and as usual I make no profit from writing this, I am simply borrowing the characters for my own amusement.

Just a little dare

Chapter One – Truth or Dare

Hermione frowned as Ron walked away towards the Quidditch pitch with Harry; something had been distinctly off with him since they came back to school. After the war they had been pulled back with most of their year to finish the year they missed due to the war, she was quite happy to do so but Ron and Harry were less impressed.

They admitted that they had missed some things and it was nice to be back but then again some things had changed. It was sad to think of those who were not here, those who had bravely fought for the greater good but it was an honourable way to go and their deaths had not been for nothing. Thanks to them the light had prevailed and the rest of the world had a future and she for one intended not to waste it.

Hermione had a plan; she was going to finish Hogwarts, ace her NEWTs and take up a position in the Ministry's research department for potions and charms. Harry was planning on becoming an Auror and the job was as good as his...when he graduates of course. Ron hadn't decided yet...or if he had he hadn't told her. Whether or not they had ever made anything official, whatever there was between them appeared to be over now, she almost mourned the loss of the childish crush.

She shook her head and chastised herself. She was being silly, she had far more important things to worry about; her NEWTs for example.

It was strange being back at Hogwarts, he almost didn't come back but his father had told him he shouldn't show any weakness. His Slytherin friends had greeted him back much the way they always had but he was beginning to wonder if it was just through fear. After all he and his family had spent two months in Azkaban prison after the war until the Ministry decided that due to their last minute switch of sides that two months was punishment enough. Everyone was wary of someone who had been to Azkaban.

Pansy came back into the common room waving her hand at them to show them her mark was gone and her dare completed.

"Oh my god...which first year did you get?" Millicent asked.

"Jake Lloydman, the little blonde one in Gryffindor." She laughed, sticking her tongue out in the gagging gesture. "One dare fulfilled. Who's next?"

"Spin it then." Blaise encouraged. Pansy leant forward and spun the quill on the floor and they all held open their palms. It span and span until it landed on Draco, the charmed ink flying out and splattering onto his outstretched hand.

"Oh this is going to be good." Millicent grinned. "It has to be something really good because he's never been scared of any of the dares we've done before." Draco couldn't help but snort to himself, it was hard to be worried over a dare when you had been brought in front of the Dark Lord at such a young age. He hadn't chosen the wrong side, he'd been born into it and until he truly saw what the dark side meant he hadn't found the strength to chose a side for himself, to stand up for himself and make his own future.

"Yes...what about..." Pansy paused to think about it for a while and before Goyle leant forward and whispered something in her ear. "I think that's the smartest thing you've ever suggested." She said grinning wickedly. "Yes, Draco Malfoy I dare you to find Hermione Granger and get her to kiss you on the lips."

"Granger?" Draco spluttered. It wasn't the worst they could have come up with, well not looks wise anyway but...Hermione Granger? She was probably the most annoying person he had ever met! He sighed in defeat and stared at the dirty mark on his hand. It was already itching, damn those Weasley's and their stupid inventions. He knew that at least one of them had been lost in the war but he wasn't sure which one and since he didn't exactly know them well he couldn't lie and say he felt a great deal of sadness over it. He did however have to admit he would hate to be in the remaining twins position, losing a twin that you were inseparable from has got to be a huge loss. He shook his head and brought his mind back on track. Granger. Harry Potter's infamous muggle friend, the goody goody Gryffindor know-it-all...yeah she was really going to love kissing him, not. "Fine, get ready to hear screams because she's bound to get her knickers in a twist."

It didn't take him long to find her at all, she was where she always was; the library. The only problem he had was that she was currently talking to Madam Pince so randomly walking over and kissing her seemed like a pretty bad idea even to him. He would have to wait until she was a little more on her own or at least wasn't in direct eyesight of a member of staff.

Fortunately a few minutes later Hermione nodded enthusiastically and started through the library. He followed her, as she seemed to walk to a set aisle of shelves, stop automatically without looking and then head up that aisle. He leant against the shelves as she scanned for the book she had been searching for and waited until she noticed him. This would be easy, walk over and catch her by surprise, kiss her and walk away. Simple.

"Oh God!" she gasped, dropping the book to the floor as she spotted him standing there. Her hand flew to her chest and her face registered complete shock for a moment before it slipped into a glare.

"Most women think so." He smirked, pushing off of the shelves and starting towards her.

"What do you want?" she asked bluntly, bending down to pick the book up. "You scared the crap out of me."

"I just need a moment of your time, that's all." He replied. She looked suspicious as he strolled towards her until she found her back pressed against the wall. Draco Malfoy was entirely too close for comfort.

"Ooo-kay." She replied. "If you just tell me what you want already I'll tell you if I'll help you or not."

"You'll help me." He said confidently, taking his moment to close the gap between them and swiftly cover her lips with his. She gasped at the contact but didn't slap him as he expected her to. Her lips were soft and warm, proving that not all of her was as cold and frigid as she projected. It was about then he realised he hadn't pulled away yet and quickly stepped back, pulling his lips from hers.

Hermione looked like she was about to scream, her eyes were wide and her lips still ever so slightly parted from her gasp but no sound came out. No yell, no insult...not a sound. Excellent, if he'd have known that kissing her would shut her up before he may well have tried it just to stop one of her self-righteous rants. He took advantage of the silence to nod at her briefly and make his exit.

Only when Draco Malfoy was long gone was Hermione able to move again. She retrieved her book, which she had once again dropped and hastily made her way to her usual study table. Unfortunately it was now pretty difficult to study when all she kept thinking was 'why in the world did that ferret just kiss me?'

Draco made it halfway to the common room before he glanced at his hand. He froze mid step and stared in horror at the mark still on his hand, still itching and irritating him. He quickly stormed the rest of the way to the dungeons.

"What have you done to me?" he demanded. The others looked up at him in shock.

"You didn't do it?" Blaise asked, glancing at his palm.

"No, I did do it! I kissed that infuriating bookworm and there is still a mark on my hand!" he hissed, narrowing his gaze on Pansy and she sat smiling smugly on the floor.

"You couldn't have done it right." Blaise frowned. "Did you do it on the lips?"

"What do you think? Of course I did I'm not a moron!" Draco snapped back at him.

"Properly?" Millicent asked.

"Yes, unless you mean did I ram my tongue down her throat, in which case no." He hissed.

"Maybe that's it, maybe it has to be a steamy slobbery kiss?" Blaise grinned.

"You knew I'd hate kissing her you evil witch." Draco glared down at Pansy, storming back out of the door. How was he supposed to take her by surprise twice?

Much to his dismay Granger was no longer in the library, which only left one place...the Gryffindor tower. Well he certainly wasn't going in there! He frowned, so he would have to wait until tomorrow because he doubted she would be coming out again tonight. Great, he was going to be stuck with this itchy black mark all night.

Hermione was late to breakfast after reading so late last night. Harry and Ron had gone on without her and she had finally got herself sorted to meet them. She'd taken so long that even Ginny had gone on without her. That was where he caught her, on the last hallway to the Great Hall.

Hermione let out a slight yelp as something grabbed her wrist and spun her around. Her breath caught when she realised it was Malfoy and her nerves kicked up a gear before she even realised it. What did he want now? She frowned; she wasn't going to go soft after one kiss, especially since she didn't have a clue why he did it; probably some sick twisted joke. Good, focus on that Hermione!

"You've got some nerve! What did you think you wer-" her rant was brought to an abrupt halt as she found herself once again backed up against the wall and she stopped breathing all together as he loomed unnervingly close to her. His face hovered in front of hers and she eyed him warily. "What are yo-"

"Sorry." He said simply, giving her no further chance to protest before driving his mouth against hers firmly. This time she found the sense to try to push him away, he felt her hands on his chest pushing him but when he slid his hands around her waist it threw her off and she forgot to keep pushing him away. He continued to move his lips over hers until he was able to pry them open enough for him to delve his tongue inside. That startled her, she seemed to shiver as he ran his tongue over hers until he felt her weaken and unconsciously respond to him. He heard himself moan at her tongue nervously moving against his and pressed her tight against him...until he remembered who he was kissing and why he was kissing her.

He quickly stepped back from her almost as if she had scolded him and left without looking back; leaving a shaken, confused and slightly turned on Hermione behind.

"What in the world is going on?" she asked herself. Surely she couldn't find that horrible boy attractive! Sure he was good looking but seriously? He was mean, shallow and not to mention the most important fact; he hated her! Still her heart was racing and her face flushed, her stomach fluttered with butterflies and she couldn't deny the fact her body had betrayed her. She may not like Draco Malfoy but apparently her body did like his kisses.

After calming herself and telling herself it was all some strange prank she entered the hall to sit with the others at the table. In fact once she began to rationalise that it was all some sort of joke she found herself getting angrier at him.

She felt herself smile as she spotted Ginny feeding Harry a piece of her toast at the Gryffindor table. They really made a lovely couple and she was so happy that they worked everything out.

"Morning 'Mione!" they called to her. She smiled and sat down next to Ginny to tuck into breakfast...although now she wasn't feeling too hungry. In her head she was still angry and her stomach was still full of butterflies.

At the Slytherin table Draco was not happy, not at all. He stared at the mark on his hand as Pansy grinned across the table at him.

"No way, man, you seriously just jumped the girl in the hallway?" Blaise asked in disbelief. "And she didn't hex you?"

"Funnily enough, kisses seem to stop her talking." He replied, thinking about that nervous look in her eyes right before he had kissed her. If he were in a better mood he would be smiling, he had managed to kiss her twice and she hadn't hexed him or slapped him, in fact she hadn't even been able to yell at him properly since he interrupted her. Still his hand still burned and itched and he had to wonder what he was going to have to do to get rid of it. "It still did nothing. What did you do Pansy? I think this has gone on quite long enough now."

"You're all missing something very important here." Pansy grinned smugly. "Remember you dare? Do you remember the exact words?" Draco thought back to the common room, Goyle had suggested a dare to Pansy...her exact words...

"Find Hermione Granger, kiss her on the lips." Blaise said, as if he were summing up some kind of sports score.

"He's done that." Millicent frowned.

"Wait." Draco said, thinking it over in his head again. "You're a bitch Pansy."

"What?" Blaise asked.

"She's given me the impossible dare." He shrugged.

"He has to get her to kiss him." Pansy beamed; proud of herself. "And I doubt she'll ever willingly kiss you. Your family tortured that poor little mudblood after all."

"Sucks for you man." Blaise laughed out loud. "Good luck with that! Pansy's right, she hates your guts!"

Author's Notes: I hope you liked it, I know it's a bit on the short side but I'm hoping to have some longer chapters further down the line. Let me know what you think xx