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~For the first time in forever!~ I just wanted to write something silly! This is connected to chapters 7 and 8 and takes place in sixth year.

Chapter 21 Truth or Dare

"I am not doing this!" Hermione, always the party pooper.

"You have to!" Ginny snickered. They had stolen a bottle of Firewhiskey from Professor Slughorn and were not about to put it to waste. "Or-or…" Ginny was too drunk to think of any real dirt on her friend. "Or I'll put a pair of your knickers under Ron's pillow."

Kat and Ginny burst out laughing while Hermione turned scarlet. The two of them had already drunk half the bottle, and Hermione was playing the designated friend. Thank Merlin McGonagall was a heavy sleeper.

"Fine." Hermione rolled her eyes, trying to play it off, but Kat knew she was scared. That was why she played the safer bet. Or so she thought. "Truth."

"Hmmm…" Ginny pretended to consider for half a moment. "Oh! I got one! Who is the hottest teacher we've ever had? Lockhart doesn't count because he's a wanker. Like who would you let fuck you."

"PROFESSOR FLITWICK!" Kat yelled drunkenly before laughing so hard she almost threw up. Looking back, she wondered why Hermione ever put up with them.

"That-that's in appropriate!" Hermione squeaked.

"Well, Kat answered, and it wasn't even her question." Ginny rubbed her chin. "So perhaps I should think of another. Liiike… Dumbledore or Flitwick? Which one would you rather—"

"Stop stop!" Hermione put her face in her hands at the mental image. Then, as quietly as she could, she whispered, "Professor Lupin!"

"Oh!" Ginny clapped her hands as Kat started crying with laughter. "I was-I was going to ask which one would you rather bake cookies with?"

"No, you weren't!" Hermione yelled in embarrassment. "You miserable hag!"

"We still see him all the time!" Kat said loudly between giggles. "He even makes dad jokes sometimes! Oh my god! And those sweaters! Do cardigans get you all hot and bothered, Hermione?"

"Shut up!" Hermione snapped. "Professor Lupin is very sophisticated, and-and I don't have to answer to you! In fact, I think it's your turn, Kat!"

"Get her, Hermione!" Ginny pushed, even though she was the one who asked Hermione the question.

Hermione muttered something under her breath before flatly saying, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," Kat said hotly, knowing Hermione wouldn't be prepared for it. No one liked to pick dare since that time Kat was dared to tell Snape she was madly in love with him. Ron still had nightmares.

"You can't pick dare!" Hermione hissed. "I mean… I-I dare you to—"

"Flash the nearest prefect!" Ginny exclaimed before Hermione could say something lame. "The closest one walking the halls!"

"No!" She wanted to do whatever Hermione said, like wear clown makeup tomorrow or dress as a boy. "It's Hermione's dare!"

But she had teased her best friend one too many times. Hermione smirked. "Flash the nearest prefect."

If he could help it, Draco preferred to get Gryffindors in trouble for being out after curfew. For one thing, he hated them. For another, they had more interesting things to get in trouble for compared to Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. At least they had one thing going for them.

"Are you kidding me?!" Potter hissed to one of her stupid friends. Draco grinned. This was going to be good. He'd have to schedule her detentions for nights he didn't want her following him. "I'm putting my bra back on! It's February! My nipples—"

"Excuse me?" Draco said in a high pitch voice as he turned the corner. In fact, it was such a high pitch that they didn't seem to know it was him.

"OH MY GOD!" Potter screamed. What was she yelling about?! She was the one with her shirt lifted up! The She-Weasel roared with laughter as Potter showed him her breasts. She was in such shock that she didn't even think to lower her shirt.

"KAT PUT YOUR SHIRT DOWN!" Granger yelled. From the looks of things, she was the only sober one of the trio.

Thankfully, Potter listened and ran away screaming. Then the She-Weasel ran away laughing. Granger stared at him with wide eyes. "Say nothing, Malfoy."

Finally, she ran off too. What the bloody hell just happened?

Out of like the two hundred prefects, it had to be Malfoy. Alright fine. There was probably only like twenty five but still! That's a four percent chance! Kat groaned as she tried to eat through her hangover the next morning.

"That's why I don't drink with you guys," Ron said seriously. "Who knows what I'll see?"

"I would rather you have seen!" Kat whined. Malfoy had to be telling all of Slytherin about her boobs!

Ron shook his head in fear. "Not me. It's bad enough we kissed two years ago."

"Thanks, Ron. You sure know how to make a girl feel confident." Kat sighed and glanced over at the Slytherin table. When their eyes met, Malfoy turned pink and looked away. She was going to have to talk to him.

"Malfoy!" She found him heading back to the Dungeons towards the end of curfew. Why couldn't he have had the night off last night? "Listen—"

"Should I close my eyes, Potter?" he drawled.

If it wasn't for her conversation with Remus and Tonks a few weeks ago, she wouldn't have said anything. She didn't want this getting back to them. "We were playing Truth or Dare and… Can you just forget what you saw? Please?"

Malfoy raised his eyebrows. This was probably the most civilized conversation they had ever had. Maybe not because he had to say, "Honestly, there wasn't much to remember."

"I-I-I…" Kat gaped like an idiot. They were only… slightly smaller than average. "Son of a…! Listen Malfoy, from the incident on the train… And I just got in trouble for… I'm begging you not to tell anyone. Well, I'm sure you already have…"

"I didn't." What? He had to be lying. He sounded genuine, but he was a Slytherin after all. Pansy Parkinson was probably laughing herself to sleep right now. Still, she had to try.

"I mean it," she hissed. "I just got Tonks and Remus to stop thinking we're having some twisted love affair, but Snape probably still thinks we are!"

Malfoy turned as white as a sheet. Kat had forgotten that in his mind, Snape was a Death Eater. "What did you just say?"

Kat shrugged. Suddenly feeling cornered. Did the Death Eaters think Snape was a spy for them? She could probably lie her way out of this. "I… I mean, he took a joke I made too seriously. At least I think he did. Maybe he was joking too because he told me to keep my legs closed…"

She was rambling as Malfoy looked sicker and sicker. Great. She was never going to drink again. Or maybe she would. Next Truth or Dare, she was so making Hermione and Ginny do something revolting like snog Snape.

One thing Kat didn't expect was for Malfoy to have a tantrum like a child. He even stomped his feet. "It's not my fault you're a whore!"

He was afraid, Kat told herself. He was afraid of Voldemort thinking there was something was going on between them. And this was Malfoy anyway. Who cared?

She did. His words stung, and maybe it was because she thought it was true. She was having sex with someone twice her age. She didn't really care about flashing a prefect until she realized it was him. She slept with Piers, who she hated, this summer. Malfoy was right.

Kat turned to leave, not wanting to see how much he had hurt her. Too late. "Potter!" She stopped and forced herself to turn around. She shouldn't turn her back on someone like Malfoy. "I'm sorry."

Kat frowned and folded her arms over her chest. Honestly, she didn't know what to say. It was Malfoy. Nothing he said was ever okay. Ever.

But she could see in his eyes that he was sorry. She felt herself soften but still didn't want to reply. She didn't want to forgive him.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, more urgently this time. "You know…"

"Don't want Voldemort to think you've got a girlfriend?" Kat asked coolly. "What? Does he fancy you?"

Malfoy hardened and clenched his jaw. "Forget it. Learn to hold your liquor, Potter."

Kat felt better as he walked away. This was easier, the anger and disgust that was just shy of true hatred. She didn't want to believe that Malfoy had a heart.

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