The Dare Game
Chapter 1
A.N. A new story, new and old characters, flirting arguments and maybe a little romance, what more do you need?
To begin the tale…
"Malfoy, you disgust me."
"Oh yeah? Why is that?" Malfoy asked scowling at the fuming brunette from his 6 foot 2 frame.
"Where do I start? You are a bigheaded, egotistical jerk who thinks he is God's gift to Women and takes advantage. Oh and you are a downright snobby, who cares about blood? At the end of the day who beats you in every test and class, Malfoy, who? Not another pureblood, but a lowly muggle born by the name of me. Plus you can't carry anything through."
"I may be a bigheaded jerk but at least I'm not a Goody two shoes know-it-all who thinks that the library is the place to be. As for blood of course its important."
"Is not!"
"Is so! Plus I can carry things through,"
"Can not!"
"Can so!"
"Can not!"
"Can so!"
"Can not!"
"Can so!"
"Can not can not can not can not can not can not can not!" Hermione said fiercely folding her arms.
"Can so!"
"Prove it then." This took Draco completely off guard.
"What?" He asked losing his cool façade for a moment, letting confusion spread on his face, but he quickly recovered his stony mask of no emotions.
"Ever heard of dares?"
"Get to the point mudblood."
"Okay, lets play dares whoever chickens out has to do a forfeit of the other person's choice." Draco's eyes glinted thinking of all the things he could make Hermione do.
"Fine, lets do it."
"Okay I'm going first." Hermione said bossily and before Draco could protest she walked off, her wavy hair in the ponytail swinging. Draco stared after her and thought to himself, there is no way I can lose to that bucktoothed mudblood.
The next day as Hermione demurely ate breakfast an owl swooped in for Malfoy. It wasn't an owl he recognised, it was too small for one of his father's owls and seemed to have ADHD (Attention Deficiency Hyperactivity Disorder). He grabbed the piece of parchment and opened it. It read as follows
Malfoy,
Your dare is to announce to the Hall, right now at this very moment that Gryffindor is the greatest house and why and how blood doesn't matter to you.
Draco looked in horror at the note; this was bad, very bad. Slowly he got up and stood on the bench that he had previously been sitting on. As if it were a tidal wave, row after row of people turned around to look at him. He had got the whole Hall's attention and now all he had to do was say it. He cleared his throat, even though he knew it was probably a tiny sound it sounded like a thunderclap to him.
"I have something to announce, I- I-. The thing is- Gryffindor is the best house because its equal respect to everyone and I love muggle borns." The whole Hall stared at a loss at Draco then suddenly everyone began to laugh. Draco tried to walk with composure out of the Hall but the laughter was ringing in his ears and he began to run. He turned back to see Hermione almost crying with laughter, bent double.
The last thought Draco had was, I'm going to get her back that know-it-all bitch!
A.N. What did you think of the first chapter. Should I carry on, tell me where I can improve and what you think.
By the way out of interest who is your favourite male actor in the Harry Potter films?
