Length- 500 words
Rating: PG
Warning: Shirtless Malfoy
Prompt: "Splotched if you must, (Draco or Ginny), but not lumpy!" 300-500 words
Disclaimer: No ownage of Harry Potter—that's JKR's.
#9 – Dare Day
Today was the day that I'd been dreading for the longest time; Gryffindor and Slytherin's annual Dare Day.
On Dare Day, members from the opposite House would dare each other to do whatever they wished. The dared person had to do it—and if they didn't, they were hexed so that for the rest of the week, connected dots on the person's face would read 'Loser'.
"Come on, it's starting." Harry beckoned to us once we were outside; he'd probably sprinted from his class to make it on time.
The Slytherins stood across from us with their superior manner, lead by Draco Malfoy. His grey-eyed gaze swept my House's members casually, before landing on mine. Malfoy, I knew, was looking forward to this; after I'd set his robes on fire after a Quidditch game, I reckoned that he was going to make me pay today.
"I'll start," Blaise Zabini said cheerfully, his voice cutting through the low murmuring from the Houses. "Dean Thomas, I dare you to steal the picture of Marion Caulder that Madam Hooch has hanging on her wall." There was a unanimous groan of sympathy—Madam Hooch adored the signed picture of one of the best Beaters the Haileybury Hammers had ever seen. But Dean just swallowed, nodded, and departed.
Soon after that, more dares were called, each becoming more dangerous and hilarious. Harry had to tell Professor Trelawney that she was a "nasty old codger"; Hermione had to promise to not raise her hand for an entire class; Zabini had to strip to his knickers and sing a Britney Spears song at the top of his lungs while running around the school's lake.
Finally, "Ginny Weasley," Zabini said, stretching my name out. "I dare you to rub suntan lotion on Malfoy's chest."
I blinked several times, before responding with an intelligent, "What?" Luna (who'd snuck out of lunch to come) pat me on the back, and Ron say lowly, "You don't have to do it, Gin." But I knew I did; like I was going to suffer a week of 'Loser' on my face.
"Give me the damn bottle," I growled, stalking up to Blaise with my hand outstretched. I avoided Malfoy's gaze as I squirted lotion on my hand. He pulled of his shirt, revealing the chest of a god. I took a deep, calming breath and started to spread the lotion.
"Splotched if you must, Ginny, but not lumpy!" Zabini called, ensuing laughter from both houses. I flushed, but continued to rub the lotion on Malfoy's chest. His chest was smooth and hairless, and felt good under my hands. Malfoy groaned, and I looked up for the first time.
"What?" I asked. Malfoy shook his head, his eyes on mine. We stood like that, my hands on his chest, just staring up at each other.
"Ginny Weasley," Malfoy murmured, "I dare you to kiss me." I was shocked for a moment; but I smirked, stood on my tip-toes, and pressed my lips to his.