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Author's Notes: Dear Lord, people…we are so sorry. We've been so busy with real life that we've taken ages to put up a chapter. We've been naughty. Slap us on the wrist. Crouching Tigerlily: The rump is fine too.
Chapter 11: Mwa ha ha ha ha…(AKA the truth or dare game)
The wondiferous Blaise was busy with the magical truth or dare game invitations, while everyone else was scarfing down their bangers and mash. He had already written down the invitations and folded them into paper aero planes. One by one, he poked them with his wand, and off they went, whizzing to certain selected individuals from each of the houses. Potter, of course, was one of them.
It amused Blaise to no end that Draco was so obsessed with the Boy-who-Lived-in-Female-Form. Of course the object of the game was to hook up Draco and Harry, but Blaise was greatly anticipating the fun he was going to have with his best friend before the night was over.
Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione were staring curiously at the paper aero planes on their plates.
"Did you get one of these?" Ron said to Hermione.
"Yeah, I did," she replied.
Harry was staring at them with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Wait a minute…you guys hooked up!" he exclaimed suddenly, brandishing his fork at the pair. Ron and Hermione looked utterly shocked.
"Um…NO," said Hermione shiftily, averting her eyes.
"Don't lie to me, you guys," said Harry triumphantly. "I know these things."
"How do you do tha – how does he do that?" Ron said, turning to Hermione. Hermione repeated her age-old explanation of anything Harry did. "Ron, he's a girl."
Ron looked confused, "But…I don't know these things."
"Well, Ron, you're not a girl."
"Yes but…" Ron trailed off, looking hurt and somewhat jealous. "CAN ALL GIRLS DO THAT?"
Hermione shook her head, "Only the astute ones. Now, Harry—"
"What's astute?" Harry asked.
"Oh God…just keep it secret, okay?"
"Aw."
Harry and Hermione stood in their dormitory, pondering over the extremely urgent question of…what to wear. Harry took a look in his trunk and realised that he didn't have any bras left. None except…
"Dear Lord," whispered Harry.
"What is it, Harry?" inquired Hermione, walking over to see what was making Harry stare with horror into his trunk.
"The balconette bra is all I have left…" whimpered Harry.
"So wear it," Hermione replied sensibly. "You'll look hot."
"But Hermione, they're already about six sizes too big!"
"Would you rather go without one?"
Harry groaned and picked it up.
Everyone had gathered in the Room of Requirement, and the game was just about to start, when Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked in, fashionably late (although Ron didn't quite understand the concept, but was reassured by the girl and the "girl" that it was perfectly acceptable.)
"Perfect," said Blaise. "Everyone's here, we can begin. And by the way, girls…I mean…guys…um, people! You look gorgeous," he added. Harry blushed and tugged up the sleeves of his off-the-shoulder black top, at which point Hermione angrily yanked them back down and said, "Harry, leave them where they're meant to be!"
"Okay," continued Blaise. "We have Veritaserum for the Truths and the Dares are magically binding, according to a spell invented by our very own Hermione Granger…so you guys can't wimp out." He grinned devilishly and sat down, inviting everyone else to do the same.
In the center of the circle lay some bottles of Butterbeer. However, they were rather far away from Harry, so he crawled forward on his hands and knees to grab one. Draco looked, and immediately choked on the Butterbeer he was drinking – Harry had just exposed rather a lot of cleavage.
Blaise noticed this and rolled his eyes, wondering why Draco had suddenly gone Gryffindor on him. He wasn't even attempting to act nonchalant and hard-to-get!
"Alright, I'll go first," said Blaise. "Draco – Truth or Dare?"
Draco frowned, clearly not expecting to get right into the object of the game. "Um…I guess I'll start with Truth."
Perfect. Blaise grinned in a troubling way as Draco downed the Veritaserum. "Draco…who was the last person you had an erotic dream about? And tell us some of the…" he paused for dramatic effect…"finer points of the dream."
Draco looked murderous, but that annoying little potion forced him to answer. "Um…Harry Potter."
Blaise was delighted. "What, Draco…didn't quite catch that?"
"Harry…Potter."
"Come on now Draco, the whole group needs to hear."
"Harry Potter," Draco said through clenched teeth.
"Lovely." Blaise glanced across the circle and noticed with great amusement that Harry was absolutely appalled.
"Okay…finer points. Where did it take place?"
"Filch's office."
The whole room gasped in horror. Even Blaise was a little disturbed. "Okay, let's stop there."
"You bloody bastard," snarled Draco.
"Oh come on Malfoy, tell me what you really think," replied Blaise snarkily. "It's your turn."
Draco was furious, and looked for a suitable person to take his anger out on. "Ron Weasley," he sneered, "Truth or Dare?"
Ron looked Draco straight in the eyes. "Dare," he said bravely.
"Okay," said Draco as he rubbed his hands together. "Sing your favorite Muggle song…the whole thing."
Ron turned crimson and leaned back in horror. "I can't do that," he choked out.
Suddenly the air was full of "Come on Ron," and "It's just a dare," and other such things. Ron sighed in despair, covered his eyes with his hands, and sang…
"When a man…loves a woman…"
The whole room was rooted to the spot. Out of the Weasley's mouth came not a shy, embarrassed, discordant sound, but one of the most beautiful baritone voices ever to be heard in modern society.
"Damn, Weasley can sing," Blaise muttered under his breath.
"Can't keep his mind on nothin' else…"
The whole room sat transfixed as Ron sang the entire song, and when he was finished, they erupted into rapturous applause. He turned shyly over to Hermione, who was quite flushed and kept fanning herself.
"Oh…my…Ron," she said shakily.
Harry too, looked very impressed, he was smiling at Ron sweetly, and asked, "Ron! Why didn't you say you could sing!"
Draco seethed, and muttered to Blaise under his breath, "I can sing."
Blaise snorted. "You're pathetic Draco."
"You are meant to be helping me here! Not embarrassing me so much that I feel that I must castrate you!"
Blaise looked annoyingly smug as he glanced at Draco, with a suspiciously omniscient glint in his eyes. "All in good time, my horny friend, all in good time."
"You could just dare him to shag me and get it over with," grumbled Draco.
"Really, you have no subtlety. Well you used to," said Blaise, and added under his breath, "Until you decided to go all Gryffindor on me."
"I heard that, Blaise. I am NOT going Gryffindor on you."
"Oh please Draco – stumbling over your words, choking on butterbeer, getting into situations with him without thinking first…not to mention spying on him when he – "
"Alright!" said Draco loudly. "Weasley, pick someone!"
"Okay, I choose…Seamus." Said Ron. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," said Seamus, his eyes twinkling.
"Okay…kiss the person who takes the first sip of butterbeer after I say this."
As Ron said the dare, Blaise had just put the bottle to his lips. He froze, swallowed, and set the bottle down slowly. "Hey Finnigan," he said.
"Oh my," said Seamus. He raised an eyebrow and added, "Sup, Zabini?"
Dean, who had reached for his bottle of butterbeer right after Ron had finished speaking, frowned and said nothing. Seamus walked over to Blaise and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Blaise seemed unsatisfied and said, "Oh please…Weasley, how do you define kiss?"
"Make out, I don't care," said Ron absently. Dean seemed upset and said, "Seamus, you don't have to do it, you know. You've already done the dare."
"You know me, Dean," said Seamus cheerfully. "Who am I to wimp out?"
With that, he practically threw himself on Blaise and started passionately making out with him. Dean looked murderous. He narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth, causing half the room to stare at him. Ron turned to Hermione and whispered, "Is Dean homophobic or something?" Hermione merely groaned and covered her face with her hands. She sensed disaster.
Meanwhile, Seamus had finished ravishing Blaise's face, and sat down again. He turned to Dean and said cheerfully, "Are you okay? You look sort of…seething." Dean gritted his teeth and said, "Just don't even talk to me right now, Seamus."
"Jesus! I don't know why you're getting so jealous, it's just a game. Anyway," he said more loudly, "I choose…HARRY!"
Harry smiled shyly, looking up from beneath his long lashes. "I choose dare." He said sweetly.
"If Finnigan gives him anything sexual I will KILL him." Draco whispered under his breath to Blaise.
Blaise whistled, "Draco, it's fine to be attracted to someone but when you get jealous and possessive that means that you have progressed into something quite different and entirely worse…you LIKE him. LIKE like. LIKE like you want to go out with him and buy him chocolates and—"
"I get the point Blaise, now shut up, I think Finnigan has finished thinking."
And indeed he had. "Alright Harry! I dare you to TAKE OFF YOUR BRA and give it to the person you are most attracted to in this room."
Everybody's mouths dropped open.
"You can trust Finnigan to come up with something like this can't you?" Blaise whispered to Draco.
"BLAISE! This is not good—"
"Ahhhhh, Draco. Poor naïve Draco, this is GOLD. We can make this work to our advantage, never fear! The wondiferous Blaise has a plan."
Draco groaned. "Again?"
Meanwhile, Harry had somehow managed to turn several different but very pretty shades of red in a little under five seconds. He now reached into his top and rustled around, until he pulled out the lacey balconette bra, which was an equally pretty shade of pink.
Seamus nodded. "Good good. Now…give it to Mal—I mean, the person you're most attracted to."
Harry gulped and got up, and as he was walking Seamus said, "Oh, and did I mention? This person has to keep hold of it for the entire game."
A low wail escaped from Harry, who slowly, but surely, made his way over to one Draco Alexander Malfoy. His hands shook as he held out the bra. Draco took it from him in a very solemn and dignified way. Then slowly…very…very…slowly, he…placed it on his head. It obscured his entire face as he exclaimed, "Bloody hell, Potter, this thing is enormous."
Harry slowly walked back to Hermione, quietly whimpering as the room erupted in laughter. Hermione opened her arms to comfort her friend. However, he looked up with a determined and evil manner, and, crossing his arms above his girls (which were in full salute) he turned to Blaise and said, "Truth or Dare?"
Blaise decided to shield himself from attack from the vengeful Gryffindor. "Truth," he said wisely.
"Are you in a relationship?" asked Harry as Blaise swallowed the Veritaserum. "If so tell us about it, and if not, what was your last one like? Details, please," he finished, sounding alarmingly like Professor McGonagall demanding the answer to a review question.
"Alright, so for those of you who are deaf and blind, I'm a poof," Blaise said casually. "I am in a relationship – with a Muggle."
Draco looked utterly shocked and appalled. "Blaise! Why!"
Blaise ignored Draco and continued, "His name is…oh god…Sean Biggerstaff…and not for no reason," he added cheekily. "He's this thing that Muggles call an 'Actor,' and he works in these things called 'films' – "
"Wait, wait," said Draco, cutting him off and chuckling. "We're still enjoying 'Biggerstaff.'"
The whole room laughed. "Anyways," continued Blaise, "He, oddly enough, worked on a film about witches and wizards who go to a magical boarding school. Although, I've heard it's not a very good representation."
"What does he look like?" asked Harry eagerly, leaning in.
"He's got pale brown hair and pale skin and the most adorable Scottish accent," he said affectionately.
"And does he know that you go around kissing random boys at Truth or Dare games?" asked Dean icily.
Blaise said coolly, "He trusts me enough to not worry if I have to kiss someone, which is more than I can say for some people."
Harry looked sharply at Blaise. Did gay men have the sense too?
"How long have you been together?" Pansy asked.
"A year."
"A YEAR!" exclaimed Draco. "Why didn't you tell me?"
And so the game continued. People laughed, cried, and screamed when Pansy was asked to do a striptease for them. (Draco covered his face and screamed, "MY EYES! MY EYES!" much to Blaise's amusement) Eventually the game got around to Cho Chang. She chose dare.
"Alright…" Pansy said. "Make out with the person in the room you find most attractive."
Cho didn't say a word. She simply grinned, walked up to Dean, and kissed him. Dean was taken off guard, but eventually responded. Things were getting pretty heated when Cho pulled back and whispered to him, "You wanna take this upstairs?"
Seamus' left eye had been twitching the entire time. Finally, he exploded. He jumped up, pulled Cho away from Dean and yelled, "Get your filthy hands off my boyfriend, you bloody tart!"
…And there was silence. Very, very deep and uncomfortable silence.
Until the football – loving Muggle – born exploded. "YOU! You're one to complain! You just kissed another guy right in front of me! You can't be an insensitive bastard and a jealous prick all at the same time Seamus! God! You just drive me insane! I'm sick of your flirting with other guys AND girls and I'm SICK of the way you brush it off and tell me to stop being all controlling! It's not even the dares I mind, I agree with Zabini, we should be able to trust one another but until I can trust you we can't play games like this! And it can't be okay for you to do it and not me!"
Seamus looked shocked. "I'm sorry," he said "I just got so jealous."
"Well NOW YOU'VE HAD A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE YOU FUCKING WANKER!"
Everyone was shell shocked. There was utter silence until—
"Wait…Dean, you're gay?"
"Shut up Ron."
"But—"
"God! Yes! Yes! I'm gay! I'm a poof! I like boys! I'm a bender! I'm as gay as a three-pound note! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?"
"Um—"
"And I was, until recently, going out with that arsehole but I think circumstances have changed."
Seamus faltered. "You're-you're breaking up with me?"
Dean remained stone-faced. "Did I stutter?"
No one expected what happened next. Seamus let out a small gasp and tears rolled down his cheeks. He ran quickly from the room, pushing past Blaise and Draco. Dean looked deflated. The anger was gone from his face, replaced only by utter exhaustion. He sat down again and put his head in his hands. Cho crept over and tried to comfort him, but Dean angrily shoved her arm away.
"Piss off, Cho," he muttered, and she walked away looking hurt.
"Right, I think we'll end the game here," said Blaise, grimacing with pain as Draco stomped on his foot.
"Oh, God," said Draco, looking for all the world like a child who had been denied dessert. "Just… give this back to Potter, I'm leaving." With that, he threw the circus tent (sorry, the bra) at Blaise and stormed angrily from the room.
Blaise merely smiled as the students walked dejectedly from the room. He felt tempted to laugh maniacally. Everything was proceeding according to plan. When everyone else had gone, he walked outside and followed Draco, eventually finding him seething in a deserted hallway.
"Well that was fucking pointless," he snapped as soon as he caught sight of Blaise.
"Draco, Draco…" Blaise drawled imperiously. "Don't you see? You are in a very favourable position here."
"How? How? Explain to me how? Potter's never going to come near me again!"
"Oh, he will," replied Blaise smugly. "He will, because we still have…this." With that, he held up the circus tent (sorry, the bra).
It happened slowly. A smile appeared on Draco's lips. A maniacal glint grew in his eyes. "Mwa ha ha ha ha," he started to laugh. The laughter grew, and grew, and grew, and grew…until Blaise decided to back away slowly.
And, several corridors away…
"Hermione…I forgot to get my bra back."
Author's Notes: Ooh, a cliffhanger! Again! Well, not to give too much away, but we promise, you smut fans will get some action soon. All will be sorted out in the end.
: Pause as the authors imitate Draco's evil laughter :