The Interesting Consequences of a Dare.

Disclaimer- I don't own anything to do with Harry potter. I wish I owned Draco Malfoy though!

A/N hey everyone. I decided to write another story. I am writing my other ones, but I like to write others that are different. Sort of a side project.

Please R&R. thankyou.

'Ron, I will not participate in your stupid, immature, snog fest games!' said Hermione.

The trio were sitting in the Great hall for lunch, when Ron told Hermione about his plans for a game of Truth or Dare, on Saturday night, in the room of requirements.

'Oh common Hermione. This will be fun. Saturday is our last day before holidays. You never have this sort of fun. I mean…it's a chance to explore new things. And get to know people' Harry shook his head at Ron's pathetic attempt to get Hermione to go on Saturday night.

Everyone knew what these sorts of games were. They were just an excuse to snog people, without it being suspicious. They always turned out bad because there was always someone who got an outrageous dare that had consequences.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She really just wanted to go and study.

'These are just an excuse for you to get a snog and maybe a free lay. I, on the other hand am much more mature than you and do not think with my genitals!' she picked up her books and walked out of the hall, towards her common room.

Ron sat there stunned. It did not really register what she had said.

'She really needs to get out more' he said to Harry

'Just leave it mate. It's no use. You know very well what she is like'

Hermione stormed through her portrait hole.

'Stupid males and their stupid penises. All they ever do is think with it, nothing else. Sometimes you just want to chop it off and hang it on the clothesline' she stormed towards the stairs when a chuckle came from behind her. She whipped around and saw a very amused Malfoy standing against the wall with his arms crossed over.

'You know Granger, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity' he said, a smirk playing across his face.

'What do you want Malfoy?' she snapped.

'Nothing. I just love watching you get pissed off. And what I find more amusing, is you of all people to talk about penises. Never thought you knew what they were' he chuckled slightly.

Hermione was fuming. She hated putting up with this crap.

'Bugger off' she snapped and turned around. She was about to head up the stairs when-

'Running low on comebacks mudblood? Never thought I'd see the day' he clucked his tongue waiting for her retort.

Hermione took a deep breath and turned towards him

'You know Malfoy' she was really losing patience 'I'm not in the mood. Ok?' she went to turn around.

Malfoy smirked 'Oh I know. Why else would you still be a virgin' he chuckled and pushed himself off the wall. Hermione was fuming. You could literally see the steam coming from her ears.

'What have I said about your vulgar remarks about my virginity? And how would you even know if I am?' she stepped closer to him.

'Hey there mudblood. It's not my fault you're still a virgin, let alone that you haven't even kissed anyone. I would know because you never bring anyone here and all you ever do is study' he put his arms up in defence.

She took another deep breath ' Right. So all of you think I am just this big 'virgin' prude that does nothing but study?' she snapped. Malfoy let out a cheeky grin.

'Yes' he said shortly. Hermione bit her tongue in order to stop herself from hexing him, for being an annoying prat.

'Well then. We will see about that. We are having a game of Truth or Dare in the room of requirements on Saturday night. Be there' she went to walk past him 'and bring some of your pathetic lowlife Slytherin friends with you' she stormed past him and out of the portrait hole.

She ran to the Quidditch pitch to find Harry and Ron. And sure enough, they were there practicing.

'Harry, Ron!' she yelled to get their attention. They saw her and flew back down to the ground. Hermione looked at the ground and began to play with her fingers uncomfortably.

'What is it Hermione?' asked Harry. Hermione looked up at them.

'Ummm, we might have some extra visitors on Saturday night' she bit her tongue.

Ron looked at her questionably.

'What do you mean?' he asked cocking an eyebrow. Hermione took a deep breath. But instead of it coming out clear. It came out in a complete muddle.

'Itoldmalfoythatwearehavingagameoftruthordareonsaturdaynightandforhimtobethereandtobringsomeofhislowlifefriends' she waited for their reply.

'What?' they said in unison.

'I told Malfoy that we are having a game of truth or Dare on Saturday night and for him to be there and to bring some of his lowlife friends' she took a breath. Harry and Ron looked at each other.

'Why did you do that!' yelled Ron. Hermione winced.

'Because, he was being a complete jerk and saying stuff and I kind of just blurted it out'

'What stuff?' asked Harry

'Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it. He was just saying how I do nothing in my life that is even remotely fun' she lied 'don't worry about it. You know what its like with Slytherin's. As much as I hate to admit it, it will liven it up' Harry and Ron made a mumble sound.

'Ok, fine! But I swear, if they do anything. And I mean anything. We will hex them into oblivion' said Ron.

'Cheer up Hermione' said Ginny 'There is nothing to worry about. We are all going to be there to make sure those creeps don't do anything stupid' it was Saturday afternoon and was only a few hours until the game. Hermione was playing with her food. She was very worried about the game. Why had she let Malfoy win like that?

She was mature, but for him to make her "give in" like that scared her.

'I'm really dreading this' she said her hand supporting her face on the table.

'Ok. You have to stop. This will be fun and you did say to him that you wanted to prove him wrong? Well. I think that first we need to do a sort of make over so you can start your "proving wrong" stuff'

'Didn't exactly use those words, but you are right. Ok, make over. Sounds like fun' she said sarcastically.

The girls spent a few hours before the game to prep Hermione. Lavender and Pavati helped Ginny.

Before long Hermione was ready. They tried as hard as they could but her hair would not budge. By the end of it, Hermione got so annoyed she put a curse on it to fall into loose curls down her back.

Her clothes consisted on a short black, pleated skirt and a tight fitted white shirt. It kind of gave off the naughty schoolgirl look. They did her make up. Just to highlight her features.

She looked a much better improvement. But she felt uncomfortable.

'Stop pulling at your skirt' snapped Ginny as they neared the room of requirements.

'I feel like my ass is hanging out' she said pulling the bottom of it down. Ginny giggled.

'Hermione, the skirt is a little longer then to be able to see your ass. Relax and undo the first two buttons of your shirt. You want to show off a bit of your black bra' Ginny undid the buttons for her. Hermione rolled her eyes. She was so not used to seeing herself like this.

They entered the room and most of the students invited were there. The room had been changed into a sort of lounge. A bar in the corner and comfy red couches.

After about five minutes the drinking began. The Slytherins hadn't show up yet. Hermione was handed a drink and she took it. She looked at it as if unsure what to do with it.

'Go on Hermione' said Ginny. Hermione took a breath and drank the lot in one gulp.

'What are we waiting for?' asked an annoyed Seamus 'Can we start this bloody game or not?'

'No. We have to wait for a few…others' said Harry. It had been a good Hour before they came. The door burst open to reveal Malfoy and his pack of Slytherin lowlifes. Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy.

'Finally!' said Ron 'Can we get this game started?' everyone had taken a seat. Malfoy, upon arriving noticed Hermione and her outfit straight away. He cocked an eyebrow at her, but she just returned it with a scowl.

'Right, I'll go first…ummm, Lavender. Truth or Dare?' Lavender, who is one of the sluttiest girls in Gryffindor was sure to pick dare.

'Dare' she said. There it was, dare.

'I dare you' He looked around the room 'To take Blaise Zabini into another room and give him head' said Ron with a laugh. Everyone had a bit to drink by the time the Slytherins came. Lavender simply giggled and got up. Blaise seemed to be happy about this as he got up. And followed Lavender into the other room. A few minutes later Lavender walked out of the room wiping her mouth, followed by Blaise, who was zipping up his pants. Everyone burst into laughter as they came to sit down. Drinks had been flowing while they were waiting and they were all tipsy. Hermione felt as if it was a horrible dream. Malfoy kept looking over at her and for a few moments at a time, she wondered if he was looking down her top or looking up her skirt when she fell back on the couch in laughter.

'Ok' said an out of breath Blaise 'Potter, Truth or Dare?'

'Truth'

'Have you ever gone all the way with a girl and if so what positions?' asked a chuckling Blasie.

'Yes I have and in any sort of position you can think of' he winked.

They game continued well into the night. Ron had been dared to snog Pansy for a whole 3 minutes, Seamus had been asked if he ever had a fantasy about a guy (mind you he said yes), Ginny had been dared to do a strip tease in front of everyone and Crabbe and Goyle had been dared to run around the corridor naked outside the room of requirements. But Malfoy and Hermione had not been asked yet.

'Granger, Truth or Dare?' asked a completely pissed Blasie. Hermione was drunk.

'Dare. I don't want anyone to think I am a prude no more' she got up and began to take her shirt off when Blaise stopped her.

'Granger. You need the dare first' he said laughing

'Oh yeah' she said falling back onto the couch. Malfoy, who was not as drunk as expected, was very amused by her display.

'I dare you to become Malfoy's personal slave/maid for the entire year. That includes going to his place on the holidays and all, which seeing as holidays start tomorrow, I guess you will have to accept tonight' she looked from Blasie to Malfoy.

'Ok' she said

'But, to seal this dare, we have to do a spell, that binds you to him and you can only be released when he gives the word' everyone was laughing as if it was all a big joke 'Ok, I have to do the spell and then, to properly seal it, you have to kiss him'

Hermione got up off the couch and stood in the middle of the floor. Malfoy did the same and stood in front of her. He was going to enjoy having the mudblood as his slave. Oh, the possibilities.

Blasie walked up to them and took out his wand, he did the spell that binded them.

'Ok, now to seal it' with that Malfoy grabbed Hermione and smashed his lips onto hers, instantly, their tongues were dulling against each other. Everyone was staring at them as the kiss grew and grew. Malfoy did not expect to enjoy it much. He was just going to give her a quick kiss, but instead he wanted more. She tasted too good.

His hands moved from around her waist to the bottom of her skirt, touching her up her thigh and under her skirt. Hermione moaned as he touched higher. Hermione moved her hands under his shirt and touched his chest and stomach.

It was getting too hot and heavy for his liking, so with that, Malfoy pulled away. Hermione was breathless. She swayed for a second and collapsed. But she would have hit the ground if Malfoy hadn't stopped her. The position he held her in gave him a clear view of her chest. That's when he decided that he could play with her. Although he hated her, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

Everyone ran up and took her out of Malfoy's hands.

'Leave her. I live in the same place, I might as well help her there' by this time, she had regained some consciousness.

Malfoy dragged her through the portrait hole and up to her room. Her shirt had come undone another two buttons. Malfoy noticed this as he put her on the bed. He also noticed that her skirt had ridden up and was showing a lot of leg.

'Who knew she had a body like this, filthy mudblood?' he asked himself. Just then he felt tightness in his pants. 'Shit' with that he tore out of there and ran to the bathroom for a cold shower.