J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger. Lavender Brown. Ginny Weasley. Pansy Parkinson.
Don't even ask how they all ended up at the top of the Astronomy tower, because I honestly have no idea. They just were there.
To spare you from reading several plotless pages of words, let's just skip to the good part, alrighty?
They all were sitting in a circle, some leaning on the wall, others pretzel-legged, and others lying down and staring at the ceiling.
Pansy replied to Ginny's previous question, "Truth."
"Do you still fancy Malfoy?" asked Ginny curiously.
"No! He's a git, and besides, I was the one who broke up with him!" she exclaimed irritably.
"Why?" asked Lavender, leaning in excitedly. She was always eager for some new gossip.
Pansy said, "Not telling, one truth per turn. That's the rule, remember?"
"Just a clue?" begged Lavender.
"Later," was the answer, resulting in a few expectant grins.
"Hermione Granger," Pansy mused, and you could very nearly see the gears grinding in her head.
"Oh no," groaned Hermione, her head in her hands. She was in for it now!
"Truth...or...dare?" she whispered, a wicked grin splattered across her face.
She had a plan, and it wouldn't matter if Hermione chose truth or dare, because her plans always worked out.
"Well..."
"You're a Gryffindor, aren't you?" asked Ginny. "Dare! Dare! Dare!"
Soon Lavender and Pansy and Ginny were all chanting, "Dare! Dare! Dare!"
"Okay, okay! I'll do...dare!" yelled Hermione nervously.
"I dare you..." Pansy trailed off evilly.
"To what?"
"I, Pansy Parkinson, dare you, Hermione Granger to...tell us where Draco is, right now," Pansy gave her a cold smile.
"No!" exclaimed Hermione. "I mean...er..."
"Why not?" Pansy continued. "Is he somewhere he isn't supposed to be?"
Hermione glared at her, and Ginny and Lavender watched it all with growing curiosity.
"Is someone being a chicken?" Lavender grinned.
"No!...How should I know where he is?" Hermione asked, frowning at them.
"Because a certain someone might have been seen snogging another certain someone!" squeaked Pansy.
Lavender and Ginny gasped.
"You did not just say that," replied Hermione flatly. "I shouldn't even be here! I have an essay to-"
Pansy took hold of her arm. "Not so fast, Granger. Do the dare! Do the dare-"
"If you start another bloody chant I will murder you!" threatened Hermione.
"Well, let's just say that a certain someone chickened out on their dare. That would mean that that certain someone would have to answer three truths!"
"Three truths!" exclaimed Hermione. "But-"
"Then do the dare!" urged Ginny, and Lavender nodded along with her.
"He was in the broom closet a few floors down last time I saw him!" she blurted out.
"And why was he there?" continued Pansy.
"Hey, you said only one! I did the dare!"
"Yes, but you were late. That requires some interest, don't you think, Ginny? Lavender?"
"Duh!" said Lavender.
"I really don't like you guys right now," said Hermione.
"Answer the question! Answer the-"
"Would you three shut up!" she yelled.
Silence.
"Fine, we were snogging. Whatever," she dismissed.
Two scandalized gasps could be heard.
A devious grin seen.
And a blushing, angry Hermione.
"Well, let's bring him on out here!" yelled Pansy.
"What are you talking- you didn't," stated Hermione.
"I did. Draco Malfoy, come on out here!" she continued.
Pansy swung open the door to reveal an annoyed and furious Draco Malfoy.
"I. Hate. You," he muttered, stepping inside.
"Why did you come, then?" asked Hermione angrily, walking towards him, her arms tightly crossed.
"Because I kind of owed her a favor," he admitted.
"Why?" asked Lavender, getting up to go by everyone else.
"We were snogging, and he-" Pansy started.
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," he warned.
She smirked, "Too late. He called me Hermione when we were snogging."
"Merlin, Draco!" exclaimed Ginny. "Smooth move!"
"I wasn't thinking straight. What I meant to saw was...What rhymes with Hermione?" he muttered anxiously. "Er..."
"That is why I dumped him," finished Pansy.
"And he and Hermione were in a closet before this...why?" asked Ginny, pushing over Lavender to stand by Hermione.
"We were kind of...sort of...somewhat..." Hermione tried to say.
"Snogging," finished Draco.
"Oh. My-"
"Shut up, Lavender," retorted Pansy. "They secretly like each other. Obviously."
"I would never like such a-" Hermione started to say.
"You were kind of snogging him, you know?" said Ginny, raising an eyebrow.
"He was the one who-"
"Actually," Pansy interrupted, "I was the one who locked them in for a few minutes. You two weren't here yet, and I was bored."
"Did you know that they liked each other?" Ginny asked her.
"We're still here!" exclaimed Draco and Hermione.
Pansy ignored them. "Of course, it was quite obvious. Especially since he left his diary in the common room today."
"Again, smooth move," said Ginny.
"You should've seen it," Pansy chuckled, "It was all Dear Diary, today Hermione threatened my life again. I would never admit it, but she looks rather hot when she is angry. Dear Diary-"
"SHUT UP!" screeched Draco, aiming a punch at her face, which she promptly ducked.
Only to have him hit Hermione instead.
"You just hit me!" yelled Hermione.
"I didn't mean to, honest! I was trying to get Pansy!" he exlaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Do that again and you'll suffer the consequences," she muttered darkly, her mouth inches from his ear.
He was suddenly finding it hard to swallow, or even breathe. "Okay," he managed to choke out.
"How did you end up snogging anyways?" asked Lavender curiously.
"We weren't really snogging, it was more of a kiss...with tongues..." Hermione trailed off awkwardly.
"Whatever you say, Granger," muttered Draco, he was still standing next to her.
He was feeling this crazy urge to touch her hair, or maybe even snog her again...
Yes, that would be nice, he thought. Too bad it'd never happen again.
Most likely.
"But why?" Ginny repeated Lavender's previous question to them.
Pansy stepped back, watching the drama and romance unfold, all thanks to her.
"It was his fault," complained Hermione.
"It was not!" he retorted, "Pansy locked us in!"
"Well, you didn't have to kiss me, then!"
"We were in a closet!"
"What, is there some rule that says whenever you're in a closet you have to snog someone?" yelled Hermione.
She didn't want to admit it, but he was taking her breath away.
He was just so bloody cute!
Ughhhhhh! she groaned internally.
"Of course not," he replied shortly, "But you were just right there, and I was...right next to you!"
"So..."
"I kind of fancy you. Get over it," he glared at her.
"This is just so weird," Lavender whispered to Ginny.
"I know, they hate each other. But fancy each other?" she responded.
"I knew it," Pansy muttered to them.
"So...you fancy me. But you hate me...How exactly does that work?" asked Hermione, not noticing the side conversation.
Merlin, his hair looked so soft and silky and touchable.
She sighed internally, it was just hair!
It was sort of beautiful, though.
"I didn't say I hated you! I just said...What did I say?" he asked her.
"I don't remember, Malfoy," Hermione replied, stepping even closer to him than she already was.
"So now it's Malfoy?"
"When was it ever Draco?"
"In the closet."
"That was once, and what about you?"
"Only a few times," he murmured.
Lavender had to listen hard to hear their nearly whispers, and Ginny just stared at the two blankly, raising her eyebrows.
Pansy watched it all like she had engineered the whole thing herself.
No wait, she had!
Draco and Hermione were inches from kissing, and both could feel their hearts pounding inside like hammers, and were clenching their fists behind their backs.
"Granger, do you fancy me too?" he asked curiously.
"I think I do," she whispered, then leaned in closer, kissing him.
Her hands went immediately to his hair, stroking the silky locks, pulling on them a bit to press him closer.
She smiled a little when they both backed away for a second, wide-eyed.
"Your hair," Hermione suddenly chuckled. "It's all messed up!"
"How is that even funny, Granger?"
"It just is- Would you three leave now?" she added.
Pansy grinned at her, opening the door and exiting, followed by Lavender and Ginny.
Draco winked at Hermione, whispering, "How much would you bet that they're eavesdropping on us right now?"
"A lot," she admitted, snaring her arms around his neck.
"Be really quiet," he said softly into her ear, gently kissing it before kissing her cheek, and then her lips.
She moaned silently as he deepened the kiss, opening her mouth further.
His muscled arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her like he was trying to crush her into a thousand pieces.
The door opened with a slam, and a voice sang, "I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
Pansy was ignored by the two lovers, so she gave them a quick unseen smile and gently shut the door behind her.
And now it was time to read the rest of his diary entries out loud in the common room!
He was so dead.
At least he had a girlfriend now.