This will be the first short fic in my collection

Part One of: The Greatest Dare/Prank/Way-To-Pick-Up-Your-Former-Rival Ever! or Dare, Prank, or Pick-Up Act? Which Is It?

"Truth or Dare?" Blaise asked sitting cross-legged like his two other friends in their common room.

"Dare." Draco said haughtily, feeling bold tonight. Zabini and Parkinson exchanged a glance.

"I dare you to...wear one of your mother's dresses and give our dear Professor Snape a kiss." Blaise said finally, with a smirk.

"Snape? My god-father? Mum's dress? Kiss?" Draco spluttered.

"Yep, that's the basics." Pansy told him. "Come on, you know you can't back out now. I'll help you." She cheerfully led, (dragged), a dumb-founded Draco to his room.

Harry grumbled as he stirred his potion in his cauldron in his evening remedial class. 'I bet if Potions was at least a little fun, I would do a lot better. But Potions is never some what fun. If only something happened in order for this to be less dismal...anything, I'm not picky!' As if he was reading his mind, Draco came in through the doors. "Potter." Draco said curtly, inclining his head politely.

"Ms. Malfoy." Harry replied the same, mocking him and his outfit all the while as his mouth twitched trying not to laugh. Snape looked up from the papers he was grading on his desk.

"Mr. Malfoy, is there something you..." His eyes widened as he took in what Draco was wearing. Then he sighed as he closed his eyes. "Another dare, again?"

"What else would it be?" Draco replied, standing by the doors still.

"They wanted you to flaunt one of the real Miss Malfoy's dresses again and kiss me?" Severus guessed, looking at Harry with that statement. The boy gave him a large, superficial smile and then lowered his head as he hurried with his work. Draco nodded.

"Some Slytherins just don't have any creativity left to them nowadays." He said smirking, the closest he ever came to a smile.

"Apparently so." Draco agreed with a sigh. They stood around for a moment, listening to Harry's even chops with a sliver knife.

"Are we going to do this or not?" Draco walked over to his desk and faked a kiss, with the help of his hand, before taking a few steps back and covering his ears. Harry stopped cutting his black shrub beetles and covered his ears too, as he was paying more attention to those two, figuring that if Malfoy did so he should. And he was right.

Snape took a deep breath. "DRACONIAN LUCIUS ORION MALFOY! What in the name of Merlin do you think you are doing! 10 points from Slytherin!" Draco hesitated briefly before lowering his hands, standing very alert as if making sure no one was lingering around. Harry wasn't quite sure yet if it was safe to lower his hands. In any case it was.

Draco gave his god-father a small smile and a quick peck on the cheek before he fled. "Thanks, Sev!"

Severus chuckled at his godson and then turned sternly to Harry. "You can put your hands down and go back to work, now. But there better not be a word of this, Potter." He drawled as he sat down and went back to grading. Contrary to popular belief, he did take his time to read student's essays and then grade them on their effort and factual information. Very little did he grade on effort, biased in this as well to his House, but he did judge, somewhat, fairly.

"Believe me, sir, I won't even think about it." Harry said, going back to his potion. As soon as it was quiet and settled again, save the noises their utensils made, he started to laugh.

"What is so funny, Mr. Potter?" Actually astounded the Gryffindor had shown such control for once in his life.

"Nothing, sir, but for the record," Harry smiled. "one of the few things Malfoy does not look good in is that peach dress by Dior." To both's surprise, Snape chuckled to himself.

Back in the Slytherin common room, Draco tore off the dress he was wearing; carefully of course. He snarled at his two friends. "Are you happy now? Lost 10 points because of you two." They had been laughing previously, but stopped in shock.

"10 points? Merlin, are you sure it was Snape?" Blaise asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. I think I would know my own god-father." Draco grumbled as he sat down with them. "My turn, then. Pansy, your choice."

"Just to be fair to Draco, I'll take a Dare." She spoke.

"There's two parts to this. What is the most humiliating and horrifying dare you can think of?" Pansy gulped.

"That's easy, having to kiss Potter in front of everyone. What now?" Draco's eyes held a curious glint for awhile. 'This is perfect...'

"Now you have to pick someone to do this dare on: me, or Blaise." Draco answered feeling confident. Pansy's eyes flickered between the two as she argued with herself. 'I can't pick Draco because I'm sure he will kill me, but I can't pick Blaise because he's my boyfriend!'

"Oh, I can't decide! Give me a bottle." One was conjured up for her. "Okay, so each of you will spin the bottle and whomever it lands the closest to the most is my choice." She gave it to Blaise, and it landed on none other than Draco. When Draco spun, it landed on Blaise. And so on, so forth until even Draco was starting to get tense and Blaise resorted to cheating. For the twenty-fourth time, Draco spun the bottle and ignored the funny feeling he had when he touched it.

"Shit." He muttered loud enough for the others to hear as it landed almost in the middle of the two, but close enough to be on Draco's side.

"Tomorrow, Breakfast?" Pansy asked quietly.

"Lunch," Draco hissed. "Or someone will dire."

Harry was just walking alone to Breakfast when he saw 'Ms. Malfoy' again. "Oi! Malfoy!" He called, running to him. The blond turned around, luckily the bullet known as Harry Potter missed ramming into him.

"You called?" Draco drawled as Harry caught his breath. Behind him, Pansy and Blaise looked at each other.

"Yes. I want to talk to you." Draco crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, as if stating that they were and he was losing his patience. Harry glanced at the two behind him. "Well, you know, alone. Privately?" Draco glared at his friends and they got the message to 'get lost'.

"Now, what is so dreadfully important?"

"I wanted to say thanks." Harry said.

"...and I particularly do not have the time to-What?" Draco continued throughout whatever Harry said.

"I said, thanks."

"But, but, why? How?" He asked, sincerely confused.

"Potions. You made Potions more bearable for me which would lead to a lot of other things, so, I guess I owe you a favour. Whenever you need one; anything. 'Bye." Harry started to walk away, leaving a stunned Draco behind. But soon enough, the wheels started to churn and he had an almost scary smile in his mind.

"Wait! I wish to call upon that favour now!"