A/N: My first challenge, rewritten with better grammatical skills, but same idea, generally. The challenge was that the last phrase had to be 'You don't have to dye your hair.' So, I ran with it. Tada!
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling.
"Truth."
He was beginning to hate this choice. Why won't she ever take a dare?
After pondering for a moment, and coming up with nothing more creative, he smirked. "If you could go out with any guy in Hogwarts, who would it be?"
She laughed silently at the way he thought he was going to get a deep confession out of her. She smiled lightly.
"Harry," she said simply and watched his mouth drop comically. He really kind of looked like a sad little puppy dog.
"Potter? Why him?" He questioned. Why not me?
"Probably just because I've known him the longest," she answered. And because it'd really awkward if I told you who I really was going to say.
"But now it's your turn. Truth or dare?" Her eyes glowed mischievously.
He returned the look. "Dare, obviously."
She pretended to weigh her options for a moment, and then grinned wickedly. "I dare you to dye your hair bright purple for two weeks starting Monday!"
He looked shocked and affronted. What? Dye my super smooth, irresistible, sleek golden locks? Never, I say, NEVER! But he knew he had to admit defeat, for he had already used all of his 'chickens.' (One of them being something along the lines of kissing Moaning Mrytle.) So he really had no choice.
"Uck, fine. Truth or dare? And be adventurous for once, would you?" He had the perfect dare.
"Fine, dare then," she rolled her eyes. I'll let him have this one.
He smirked in an impish manner. "I dare you to stand on that exact spot for the next, say, ten minutes."
She pondered for a minute. Well, what's the worst he can do? Grab a scissors and cut my hair? If he does, I can just charm it back. And sic Harry and Ron on him later.
"Alright. This is the start of ten minutes," she stated as she walked to the spot he pointed to. He stood and started walking towards her. Frantic thoughts ran through her mind.
Crap! What if he's got his wand behind his back? No, it's on the table. What if he uses wand-less magic? But that's way to advanced for our year. What does he want then?
"I've wanted to do this for so long," he said. They were about a foot apart now. She eyed him suspiciously.
"What?"
"This."
He closed the gap and pulled her into a soft, tender kiss. It didn't speak passion, but hesitation and hope. She pulled back ever so slightly.
"Malfoy?"
"What, Granger?"
"You don't have to dye your hair."