Disclaimer: If you think I own Harry Potter, I worship you. But we all know the truth. Harry is, undeniably JKR's.
WARNING: This chapter contains…content. Not NC-17 or even R but this is why I rated it M. That and the cursing.
Chapter Two: Truth NO Dare
That night at dinner was awkward. For the boys at least. The girls had "forgiven and forgotten" – as Pansy said – the last six years of torment they'd put each other through. Draco was most surprised by Pansy in that she and Hermione Mudblood Granger were becoming closer every minute. He'd expected Pansy to be a complete and utter bitch to everyone but himself, Blaise, and Millicent. Yet, here Pansy was, talking and laughing with Hermione like they were very close friends. Best friends.
There was a rough silence between the male population. Many times the girls had tried to start conversation with them, but short, terse replies from the boys had made it hard. So they quit trying.
Hermione finally slammed her palms down on the table, creating a dull but loud thud. "ENOUGH!" she exclaimed. She pulled out her wand and conjured three bottles – one of firewhiskey, one of scotch, and one of muggle beer. "We are going to play Truth NO Dare and we are going to get to know each other. Alcohol helps."
The whole table stared at her, agog at what she had just said. Had Hermione Granger just told them to get drunk and bear their souls? Hermione Granger, the complete and utter prude? Apparently she had because next she conjured eight large glasses and a permanent marker. She handed the glasses out and had each person write their name on the glass, so they knew whose glass was whose.
Slowly, very slowly, they began to loosen up and the game began. Hermione started, asking a light and easy question, "Harry, who was your first kiss?" She stared at him carefully.
"Uh, mmh, it was, uh, Parvati Patil," Harry replied uncomfortably. "In second year. She kind of, uh, er, ambushed me." Harry turned to Blaise. "Uhm, Blaise. Who was your first?" Harry took a deep gulp of the firewhiskey he'd helped himself to.
"My first what, Potter?" Blaise asked, playing innocent.
"You know bloody well what I mean, Blaise."
Blaise's face turned fire hydrant red as he looked at Pansy then back at Harry. "Ehem, Pans." Draco laughed for a second then it sunk in. His girlfriend had slept with Blaise. He loathed her but they'd been together since first year because of their arranged marriage. There was no telling how many other guys she'd slept with. Though Draco's closet wasn't exactly empty, either. "4 summers ago, on a fluke. Millicent, do you like Harry?"
Millicent looked down shyly and nodded. When she looked up she poured everyone's cup to the brim with scotch, firewhiskey, or beer. They gulped it down eagerly and knew they were completely drunk before Millicent spoke. Her voice was very soft and sweet. Harry wondered why he hadn't noticed it before tonight. "Hermione, do you really loath Draco as much as you say – or rather, act?"
Hermione thought for a moment before answering. Draco's ears perked up to hear her reply. "Not really. Jus'is upbringing." She was slurring badly now. "He's actually quite nice looking when he isn't sneering at ev'ryone all the time." Draco was taken aback and, through his drunken stupor, felt a small, miniscule something-that-was-nothing lurch to life within him. So the Mudblood didn't hate him? He would make her hate him if only for the satisfaction of squashing that "something" into oblivion.
"Ron, have you ever kissed a boy?" the chestnut-honey haired Gryffindor asked her friend.
"(hic) Yeah. Seamus Finn(hic)higan. Last year," Ron said, not missing a beat, he was so drunk. "Let's spice this (hic) up and throw in Dares and Chi(hic)hickens. OK?" Everyone nodded, stupidly, and Ron chose Ginny. "Truth or (hic) Dare?"
"Dare," Ginny said dangerously.
"Uhh, s'hard. I dare you to snog Hermione for three straight minutes. With tongue," Ron finally said. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and shrugged, crawling to each other across the floor of the common room, where they had moved their little tête-à-tête. They set up a timer and set it for three minutes. Hermione and Ginny slowly leaned toward each other. The moment their lips touched Ron started the timer. For a minute the only thing they used were lips, but when Hermione licked Ginny's lips, asking entrance, tongue became involved. Ginny and Hermione could hear moans and groans as all four boys lived out a small fantasy watching them.
The moment the timer beeped, Hermione and Ginny broke apart and looked around at the boys. They all had protruding hard-ons sticking up in the their trousers, creating little tents. Blushes quickly crept up the two girls cheeks as they averted their eyes.
"Ginny your turn," Pansy reminded everyone. Ginny nodded.
"Pansy, Truth or Dare?" Ginny drawled, already anticipating the answer.
"Dare," Pansy said as if it were obvious.
"I dare you to draw a googley-eyed monster on the floor with whipped cream and lick it all off."
That killed the moment for the boys – as Ginny had hoped – and their hard-ons deflated. Pansy grabbed a spray can of whipped cream, shook it and drew a face on the dirty carpet. She licked it up like she loved it when everyone knew she felt like puking.
"Draco, Truth or Dare?" Pansy asked, licking the last of the whipped cream off her lips. She turned to the only person that hadn't told anyone anything or done a single thing.
"Dare of course," he replied, teetering a little in his squatting position. This was due to his drunkenness of course.
"I dare you to go up to my room, get a bra and a pair of underwear, take your clothes off, put the bra and underwear on, come back down here and show us how you look in lingerie, without covering it up with your clothes," Pansy stated. Draco paled but he was resigned to do the dare and stood on wobbly – (he blamed the drunkenness and not his fear of embarrassment) – and stumbled to the girls' dorm. He put on a pair of underwear that squished his package most uncomfortably and struggled into a bra. Sure, he had practice in taking the infernal things off but putting them on was a different story entirely. He stumbled back downstairs and huffed angrily.
The laughter that exploded in the room was nearly deafening to him, so he hurried up the stairs – tripping several times – to change back into his normal clothes. He reentered the common room to find everyone still rolling with laughter and high-fiving Pansy. Draco grabbed the quarter-full (optimistic outlook, that right there) firewhiskey bottle and chugged it's contents – oh Merlin did it burn his throat – 'til the bottle was empty and he was drunker than before, drunk enough not to care that they were laughing at him.
Around four A.M. the group fell asleep in a tangled mess, one on top of the other, some off the side, some down at other's feet. As Dumbledore looked in on them, he couldn't help the hearty laugh that left his lips and filled the corridor as he headed back to his quarters.