Thank you SO much to all my reviewers! I love you all! =) It makes it so
much more worth it to write this when I know people like it, and whenever I
read my reviews, I always get inspired. =) (I feel so corny, but it's SO
true!!!!!) I intend to write some more dreams, I just can't get any ideas
yet.
Sleep on it they did indeed. Sunday morning, Draco and Harry woke up about one second apart from each other.
"Hey Harry." Draco muttered.
"Yeah?" Harry replied. He rolled over on to his side, and pulled apart his curtains. Draco did the same, so that they could see each other, but unless someone came to their beds, they wouldn't see them.
"What are we going to tell Hermione?" Draco asked, very quietly. Harry could tell he had put a lot of thought into this. Harry had also thought about it.
"You know, I really think, well, it doesn't matter. It's a game." Harry noticed the look on Draco's face, so he added, "Not just truth or dare. It's a game. Think of it as you and me versus Ron and Hermione."
Draco blinked a couple of times. "So we say yes?"
"We don't just say yes, my dear, we say yes and then some," Harry's eyes glinted evilly, and Draco had to grin. "We're going to be so happy that Hermione dared us to do that so we could show how in love we are with each other that we're going to return the favor."
"You don't mean," Draco asked, but he knew the answer.
"Oh, but I do." Harry gave him a pointed look, but grinned and decided to say it anyway. "Ron and Hermione better get ready."
"Thus begins our official war against them," Draco said.
"Well, unofficial, as they haven't agreed. Of course, rules must be made."
"Honorable to a fault, you are, Harry," Draco drawled, "Don't forget, my first target is always you."
"Aww, but that's what I love about you, Dracy," Harry said, pretending to be all lovesick and puppy-like, "You never get your priorities mixed up." Harry paused, and added, "And you also look adorable as a girl."
Draco fumed.
~~~
At breakfast, Hermione looked expectantly at Harry and Draco (Draco was sitting partly sideways, one leg draped causally over Harry's lap), and said, "So, am I correct in assuming it's a yes?"
Draco turned to Harry, who nodded. So he nodded. They nodded together. Hermione got the picture. She nodded. She laughed evilly.
'Yup,' she thought, 'Draco is defiantly rubbing off on me. But why in the world are those two looking at Ron and me so funnily?'
~~~
The day was a rather boring day consisting of everyone lounging around. Around five, the students started gathering in the common room, to start the game. Hermione looked a bit nervous as she paced back and forth.
Ron, if at all possible, looked even more nervous. 'Can't blame him,' thought Harry, 'I haven't a clue why he owed Hermione ten galleons in the first place, but now he owes Draco ten! I'd be worried too.'
It was hardly ten past five when every student was in the common room, which was now quite crowded. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco sat on a large couch in the middle of the room.
"Did you notice," Draco whispered to Harry, "Just how comfortable Ron and Hermione are with each other?"
"Never in a million years," Harry replied with a straight face.
"Should I start the game now?" Hermione asked, a bit nervously. This was it.
"Fine," grumbled Ron.
"Scuse me," Hermione called out, standing on the sofa. Slowly, the others began quieting down until the overall noise level had diminished greatly. "Um, I was told a couple people wanted to play a game today, so I was thinking, why not?"
"More than a few people!" called out Fiona, a first year.
"Yeah, like almost all of us," added Jenny, a seventh year.
"Ok, ok, I stand corrected," Hermione said.
"Literally," said Ron loudly, and everyone laughed. Harry leaned back into the sofa. With everyone getting along like this, all of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, the Griffindors and even the Slytherins, he felt completely at ease. Draco leaned back against him.
"So, sure, it's a big group, but we've got hours. So, shall we play?" Hermione grinned, everyone nodded, and she cast a spell to move all the furniture in a circle, because sitting for hours could be a bit hard on the legs.
The game started out slowly enough, with everyone just wanting to get a turn. But slowly, the stakes became too high, and some people started dropping out just to watch.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to cast a Stun spell on Snape."
"Are you out of your mind?" The student paused. "No, I give up."
'Another one bites the dust,' thought Draco, looking around. Of the forty original students, thirty remained, and the game had only gone on for an hour.
"My turn again then," said the first student, Will Mali. "Hermione, truth or dare?"
"Truth," replied Hermione promptly, but a nervous glance at Ron proved she was slightly worried.
"When it's my turn," Draco whispered to Harry, "I'm going to have a hard time choosing to torture you or her."
"Oh really?" replied Harry. "Tell you what. Torture me. I'll take care of Hermione."
"I thought she was your friend," said Draco, grinning.
"Of course she is," Harry replied, "But that doesn't mean I can't have fun. Now, shush for a minute!"
"Truth, eh?" Will looked around for inspiration, and then said, without missing a beat, "What's your fetish?"
Several first and second years gave little squeaks, not sure if they should still be there, and the older students congratulated Will on a good question.
Hermione looked undecided as to whether she should blush red or quit or just answer. 'If I quit, I can't get my dare to Draco and Harry, and then Ron's in the clear. But . . .' She blushed now.
"You can always give up," Ron said happily.
Hermione sent him a glare that could have froze hell. Ron squeaked and fell over, but no one noticed (they were too busy looking to see what Hermione would say, duh! =p)
Taking a deep breath, Hermione opened her mouth, 'This is going to be all over in five seconds, and just think. Then you can ask your question and everyone will forget because Draco and Harry will be kissing, and so just DO it.'
"C'mon Hermione, gonna tell us or not?" Will said.
Hermione glared defiantly, and said, voice perfectly in control, "I would have to say that I have a fetish for . . ." She paused dramatically 'I bet they all think I'm going to say books or something' "Chocolate."
There were some squeals from the girls in the room, and Harry arched an eyebrow as he looked at her. "So that would explain why I keep getting chocolate for Christmas from you." He said.
Hermione just grinned. "I believe it would be my turn."
While she looked around, pretending to pick a victim, Draco once again leaned in towards Harry and said, "Well, now all we need to do is get a tub of chocolate, stick Ron in it, and we're set."
"A tub of chocolate? How are we going to manage that?" Harry replied, but Draco couldn't answer, since Hermione had just said, "Draco, truth or dare."
"Truth," he said easily. He knew what she would say if he picked dare, and he intended to next time, but first, for a little fun . . .
"Ok then," Hermione had expected this. "So," she said, pretending to be thinking up a question, "Would you ever snog with Harry in front of everyone?"
Everyone's heads snapped up at the question, and they all turned inquiring gazes towards Draco.
"Well, gee, what do you think?" drawled Draco, looking bored. "Of course."
Hermione looked pleased.
Draco turned to Harry. "Truth or Dare, Harry."
"Dare." His response came quickly, as if Harry dared him to do his worst.
"I dare you to put on your dress and wear it the rest of the day." The dare came just as quickly.
Harry looked at Draco a long moment, and then nodded. "Accio dress," he called out, and the dress came to his hands. "If everyone would turn around a minute . . .thank you."
"Do I have to?" called out Draco, pretending to sound hurt.
"Of course not," replied Harry. The crowd gave a few awwws, although of course some people just felt it best to say and do nothing.
Harry pulled on the silver turtleneck first. A green snake glittered on the front, and there were green stripes down the sleeve. The silver skirt with a single green swirl went down halfway to his knees, and he even put on green knee socks and black dress shoes.
"Should I put on make up too," Harry asked. The girls in the room giggled again at the thought. Everyone turned back around to see the famous Harry Potter in a skirt. He was looking very calm and collected though.
"Sure, might as well go full out. Do we have any volunteers on who would like to give the Great Harry Potter a makeover? Yes, you, over there."
Jasmine Lee's green eyes sparkled as she walked up to Harry, and pulled a make up kit out of seemingly nowhere. "Close your eyes," she advised.
Harry squirmed a little. He had expected maybe a little lip gloss, not a full out makeover. The other students were torn between laughing uncontrollably or just holding it to a polite snicker. More than half the students chose to laugh.
"Keep still," muttered Jasmine.
"It feels like you're poking out my eyes," replied Harry. Draco laughed.
After a few minutes, Jasmine stood back, and said "Done!" in a very satisfied tone.
Harry had on forest green eyeliner, black mascara, shimmery green eyeshadow and silver lipgloss.
There were a few wolf-whistles and Draco nudged Harry, "Not bad, not bad at all."
Harry glared, but the effect of the glare was greatly diminished by his long pouty-looking lashes.
"Your turn then," Draco said, managing to keep a straight face.
Harry turned to Andrew, a gothic 6th year, and dared him to kiss Stephanie. Although Harry found it hard for anyone to take him seriously while he was in a dress, he managed to keep a rather decent control on things.
Not much later, and after five more students had given up, Hermione got dared again. After admitting that she really did not like Ancient Runes as much as she seemed to, Hermione got a devious glint in her eyes.
An all too familiar devious glint in her eyes.
"Harry Potter. Truth or dare." She said with a look that indicated, 'Pick dare or I will cut out your insides, hang you with your intestines and force feed you your liver.'
"Dare," he squeaked out.
"Great!" 'Sugoi!' thought Hermione, and then, composing herself, she said, trying hard to contain her excitement, "I dare you to snog Draco, right here, right now, for five minutes."
Draco's eyes got rather large, as did Harry's (but it could have been the makeup). "Five minutes?" Harry squeaked again. Ron laughed, thinking to himself, 'Finally! Someone understands my pain of voice cracking!'
"All right then," said Draco, composing himself. He turned to the first years. "If you're too sheltered to see two guys kissing, better close your eyes," he said rather menacingly. Surprisingly, everyone chose to watch.
"All right then," echoed Harry, scooting closer to Draco. He nervously looked around and then thought to himself, 'don't remember they're there.' For of course, there's always the difference between saying you will do something, and then actually doing it when the time came.
Tentatively, Draco's and Harry's mouths met in a gentle kiss. For a few seconds, it looked as if that was all they were going to do. And then, every so slowly, Harry took control of the kiss (which many people found amusing, considering he was wearing the dress), and slipped his tongue between Draco's lips.
After a moment, Draco found his tongue beginning to fight back for control, and after a minute, both of them started forgetting that everyone was watching, and they began to really get into the kiss.
'You're so cute with that make up on, Harry," Draco muttered as they took a breath. Then he attacked Harry's mouth with new vigor, and Harry responded in kind. Somehow, Harry ended up straddling Draco, and Draco was reminded of the broom incident. 'I wonder if Harry remembers that . . .'
'The need for breathing be damned,' thought Harry as he hungrily ravished Draco's mouth, finding himself becoming increasingly hotter. He could feel Draco begin to harden underneath him.
As Draco slipped his hand under Harry's skirt, several of the younger students closed their eyes, and a few of the more modest older ones did as well, but mostly everyone was watching as the former archenemies began to grope each other, all the while kissing each other hungrily.
"Its, um, been five minutes," Ron said to Hermione. Hermione made no move to break the two boys up.
Harry was now grinding his erection into Draco's, all the while kissing him.
"You really should break them up," Ron continued.
Draco responded by thrusting up, and even more of the students closed their eyes, though many still peeked.
"This is getting rather out of control," Ron said.
Harry and Draco were about five seconds away from tearing off each others clothes.
"Hermione!" Ron said shrilly.
Hermione gave a little jolt, as if coming out of a trance. She looked at Harry and Draco - Draco was reaching to pull up Harry's skirt - and decided that she'd better stop them. "Um, guys. . ."
No response.
"Harry? Draco?"
Still no response.
"Filch is standing right next to you two, naked!" Hermione finally screamed out.
Harry and Draco stopped instantly, and looked around wildly. Seeing nothing, they glared at Hermione. "What was that for?" said Draco indignantly.
"There ARE younger kids here," said Hermione pointedly.
Harry sighed and climbed off Draco's warm lap.
"Wow, I never took you to be quite such an exhibitionist," Seamus said in awe.
"Hermione, truth or dare," replied Harry.
"Um, dare," said Hermione without thinking.
"I dare you to kiss Ron." Harry said in an off-hand sort of way. But he still got the desired effects - Hermione blushed red and Ron fell over yet again.
"I give," Hermione said quickly, "I quit."
Ron looked rather disappointed. But that COULD have been since he now, without a doubt, owed Hermione the ten galleons.
The game having reached it's climax with the last dare, slowly wound down until everyone just sort of quit.
"Well, that was interesting," said Harry in a conversational tone as he, Ron, Hermione and Draco found themselves sitting on the couch again.
"You can say that again," muttered Ron. He wasn't looking at Hermione completely.
"You did that on purpose," Hermione said, "Didn't you?"
"Do what?" Harry asked innocently.
"The dare."
"Maybe."
"Ooooh, this means war, Harry," Hermione said, in an incredibly sweet voice. Which meant of course, she was dead serious.
"Terribly sorry, Hermione, but wars already started. And I do believe Draco and I are winning." Harry said, leaning back.
"Not for long," replied Hermione.
~~~
Later, Hermione cornered Ron in the common room. "Give me my ten galleons!" she said.
Ron looked around quickly. There was no escape; many people had already gone to bed (or as in Harry's and Draco's case, fallen asleep at a chair or couch).
"By the way," Hermione added, "You are going to help me with this war, aren't you?"
Ron realized that she meant it would be them two against Draco and Harry. "Ummmm," he said, and faltered under the glare she gave him. "Of course, of course!!!"
"I thought so. Now, about my galleons?"
"Well, you know, I said EVERYONE, and several of the students had their eyes closed . . . "
"RONALD WEASLEY!"
Ah, poor Hermione can't get her galleons. I'm beginning to think Draco's deviousness is rubbing off on everyone! Especially ME! O.O
Anyhow, more fun to come, as well as the Hermione/Ron vs. Draco/Harry war! Remember, suggest always more than welcome, and reviews are great.
Sleep on it they did indeed. Sunday morning, Draco and Harry woke up about one second apart from each other.
"Hey Harry." Draco muttered.
"Yeah?" Harry replied. He rolled over on to his side, and pulled apart his curtains. Draco did the same, so that they could see each other, but unless someone came to their beds, they wouldn't see them.
"What are we going to tell Hermione?" Draco asked, very quietly. Harry could tell he had put a lot of thought into this. Harry had also thought about it.
"You know, I really think, well, it doesn't matter. It's a game." Harry noticed the look on Draco's face, so he added, "Not just truth or dare. It's a game. Think of it as you and me versus Ron and Hermione."
Draco blinked a couple of times. "So we say yes?"
"We don't just say yes, my dear, we say yes and then some," Harry's eyes glinted evilly, and Draco had to grin. "We're going to be so happy that Hermione dared us to do that so we could show how in love we are with each other that we're going to return the favor."
"You don't mean," Draco asked, but he knew the answer.
"Oh, but I do." Harry gave him a pointed look, but grinned and decided to say it anyway. "Ron and Hermione better get ready."
"Thus begins our official war against them," Draco said.
"Well, unofficial, as they haven't agreed. Of course, rules must be made."
"Honorable to a fault, you are, Harry," Draco drawled, "Don't forget, my first target is always you."
"Aww, but that's what I love about you, Dracy," Harry said, pretending to be all lovesick and puppy-like, "You never get your priorities mixed up." Harry paused, and added, "And you also look adorable as a girl."
Draco fumed.
~~~
At breakfast, Hermione looked expectantly at Harry and Draco (Draco was sitting partly sideways, one leg draped causally over Harry's lap), and said, "So, am I correct in assuming it's a yes?"
Draco turned to Harry, who nodded. So he nodded. They nodded together. Hermione got the picture. She nodded. She laughed evilly.
'Yup,' she thought, 'Draco is defiantly rubbing off on me. But why in the world are those two looking at Ron and me so funnily?'
~~~
The day was a rather boring day consisting of everyone lounging around. Around five, the students started gathering in the common room, to start the game. Hermione looked a bit nervous as she paced back and forth.
Ron, if at all possible, looked even more nervous. 'Can't blame him,' thought Harry, 'I haven't a clue why he owed Hermione ten galleons in the first place, but now he owes Draco ten! I'd be worried too.'
It was hardly ten past five when every student was in the common room, which was now quite crowded. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco sat on a large couch in the middle of the room.
"Did you notice," Draco whispered to Harry, "Just how comfortable Ron and Hermione are with each other?"
"Never in a million years," Harry replied with a straight face.
"Should I start the game now?" Hermione asked, a bit nervously. This was it.
"Fine," grumbled Ron.
"Scuse me," Hermione called out, standing on the sofa. Slowly, the others began quieting down until the overall noise level had diminished greatly. "Um, I was told a couple people wanted to play a game today, so I was thinking, why not?"
"More than a few people!" called out Fiona, a first year.
"Yeah, like almost all of us," added Jenny, a seventh year.
"Ok, ok, I stand corrected," Hermione said.
"Literally," said Ron loudly, and everyone laughed. Harry leaned back into the sofa. With everyone getting along like this, all of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, the Griffindors and even the Slytherins, he felt completely at ease. Draco leaned back against him.
"So, sure, it's a big group, but we've got hours. So, shall we play?" Hermione grinned, everyone nodded, and she cast a spell to move all the furniture in a circle, because sitting for hours could be a bit hard on the legs.
The game started out slowly enough, with everyone just wanting to get a turn. But slowly, the stakes became too high, and some people started dropping out just to watch.
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to cast a Stun spell on Snape."
"Are you out of your mind?" The student paused. "No, I give up."
'Another one bites the dust,' thought Draco, looking around. Of the forty original students, thirty remained, and the game had only gone on for an hour.
"My turn again then," said the first student, Will Mali. "Hermione, truth or dare?"
"Truth," replied Hermione promptly, but a nervous glance at Ron proved she was slightly worried.
"When it's my turn," Draco whispered to Harry, "I'm going to have a hard time choosing to torture you or her."
"Oh really?" replied Harry. "Tell you what. Torture me. I'll take care of Hermione."
"I thought she was your friend," said Draco, grinning.
"Of course she is," Harry replied, "But that doesn't mean I can't have fun. Now, shush for a minute!"
"Truth, eh?" Will looked around for inspiration, and then said, without missing a beat, "What's your fetish?"
Several first and second years gave little squeaks, not sure if they should still be there, and the older students congratulated Will on a good question.
Hermione looked undecided as to whether she should blush red or quit or just answer. 'If I quit, I can't get my dare to Draco and Harry, and then Ron's in the clear. But . . .' She blushed now.
"You can always give up," Ron said happily.
Hermione sent him a glare that could have froze hell. Ron squeaked and fell over, but no one noticed (they were too busy looking to see what Hermione would say, duh! =p)
Taking a deep breath, Hermione opened her mouth, 'This is going to be all over in five seconds, and just think. Then you can ask your question and everyone will forget because Draco and Harry will be kissing, and so just DO it.'
"C'mon Hermione, gonna tell us or not?" Will said.
Hermione glared defiantly, and said, voice perfectly in control, "I would have to say that I have a fetish for . . ." She paused dramatically 'I bet they all think I'm going to say books or something' "Chocolate."
There were some squeals from the girls in the room, and Harry arched an eyebrow as he looked at her. "So that would explain why I keep getting chocolate for Christmas from you." He said.
Hermione just grinned. "I believe it would be my turn."
While she looked around, pretending to pick a victim, Draco once again leaned in towards Harry and said, "Well, now all we need to do is get a tub of chocolate, stick Ron in it, and we're set."
"A tub of chocolate? How are we going to manage that?" Harry replied, but Draco couldn't answer, since Hermione had just said, "Draco, truth or dare."
"Truth," he said easily. He knew what she would say if he picked dare, and he intended to next time, but first, for a little fun . . .
"Ok then," Hermione had expected this. "So," she said, pretending to be thinking up a question, "Would you ever snog with Harry in front of everyone?"
Everyone's heads snapped up at the question, and they all turned inquiring gazes towards Draco.
"Well, gee, what do you think?" drawled Draco, looking bored. "Of course."
Hermione looked pleased.
Draco turned to Harry. "Truth or Dare, Harry."
"Dare." His response came quickly, as if Harry dared him to do his worst.
"I dare you to put on your dress and wear it the rest of the day." The dare came just as quickly.
Harry looked at Draco a long moment, and then nodded. "Accio dress," he called out, and the dress came to his hands. "If everyone would turn around a minute . . .thank you."
"Do I have to?" called out Draco, pretending to sound hurt.
"Of course not," replied Harry. The crowd gave a few awwws, although of course some people just felt it best to say and do nothing.
Harry pulled on the silver turtleneck first. A green snake glittered on the front, and there were green stripes down the sleeve. The silver skirt with a single green swirl went down halfway to his knees, and he even put on green knee socks and black dress shoes.
"Should I put on make up too," Harry asked. The girls in the room giggled again at the thought. Everyone turned back around to see the famous Harry Potter in a skirt. He was looking very calm and collected though.
"Sure, might as well go full out. Do we have any volunteers on who would like to give the Great Harry Potter a makeover? Yes, you, over there."
Jasmine Lee's green eyes sparkled as she walked up to Harry, and pulled a make up kit out of seemingly nowhere. "Close your eyes," she advised.
Harry squirmed a little. He had expected maybe a little lip gloss, not a full out makeover. The other students were torn between laughing uncontrollably or just holding it to a polite snicker. More than half the students chose to laugh.
"Keep still," muttered Jasmine.
"It feels like you're poking out my eyes," replied Harry. Draco laughed.
After a few minutes, Jasmine stood back, and said "Done!" in a very satisfied tone.
Harry had on forest green eyeliner, black mascara, shimmery green eyeshadow and silver lipgloss.
There were a few wolf-whistles and Draco nudged Harry, "Not bad, not bad at all."
Harry glared, but the effect of the glare was greatly diminished by his long pouty-looking lashes.
"Your turn then," Draco said, managing to keep a straight face.
Harry turned to Andrew, a gothic 6th year, and dared him to kiss Stephanie. Although Harry found it hard for anyone to take him seriously while he was in a dress, he managed to keep a rather decent control on things.
Not much later, and after five more students had given up, Hermione got dared again. After admitting that she really did not like Ancient Runes as much as she seemed to, Hermione got a devious glint in her eyes.
An all too familiar devious glint in her eyes.
"Harry Potter. Truth or dare." She said with a look that indicated, 'Pick dare or I will cut out your insides, hang you with your intestines and force feed you your liver.'
"Dare," he squeaked out.
"Great!" 'Sugoi!' thought Hermione, and then, composing herself, she said, trying hard to contain her excitement, "I dare you to snog Draco, right here, right now, for five minutes."
Draco's eyes got rather large, as did Harry's (but it could have been the makeup). "Five minutes?" Harry squeaked again. Ron laughed, thinking to himself, 'Finally! Someone understands my pain of voice cracking!'
"All right then," said Draco, composing himself. He turned to the first years. "If you're too sheltered to see two guys kissing, better close your eyes," he said rather menacingly. Surprisingly, everyone chose to watch.
"All right then," echoed Harry, scooting closer to Draco. He nervously looked around and then thought to himself, 'don't remember they're there.' For of course, there's always the difference between saying you will do something, and then actually doing it when the time came.
Tentatively, Draco's and Harry's mouths met in a gentle kiss. For a few seconds, it looked as if that was all they were going to do. And then, every so slowly, Harry took control of the kiss (which many people found amusing, considering he was wearing the dress), and slipped his tongue between Draco's lips.
After a moment, Draco found his tongue beginning to fight back for control, and after a minute, both of them started forgetting that everyone was watching, and they began to really get into the kiss.
'You're so cute with that make up on, Harry," Draco muttered as they took a breath. Then he attacked Harry's mouth with new vigor, and Harry responded in kind. Somehow, Harry ended up straddling Draco, and Draco was reminded of the broom incident. 'I wonder if Harry remembers that . . .'
'The need for breathing be damned,' thought Harry as he hungrily ravished Draco's mouth, finding himself becoming increasingly hotter. He could feel Draco begin to harden underneath him.
As Draco slipped his hand under Harry's skirt, several of the younger students closed their eyes, and a few of the more modest older ones did as well, but mostly everyone was watching as the former archenemies began to grope each other, all the while kissing each other hungrily.
"Its, um, been five minutes," Ron said to Hermione. Hermione made no move to break the two boys up.
Harry was now grinding his erection into Draco's, all the while kissing him.
"You really should break them up," Ron continued.
Draco responded by thrusting up, and even more of the students closed their eyes, though many still peeked.
"This is getting rather out of control," Ron said.
Harry and Draco were about five seconds away from tearing off each others clothes.
"Hermione!" Ron said shrilly.
Hermione gave a little jolt, as if coming out of a trance. She looked at Harry and Draco - Draco was reaching to pull up Harry's skirt - and decided that she'd better stop them. "Um, guys. . ."
No response.
"Harry? Draco?"
Still no response.
"Filch is standing right next to you two, naked!" Hermione finally screamed out.
Harry and Draco stopped instantly, and looked around wildly. Seeing nothing, they glared at Hermione. "What was that for?" said Draco indignantly.
"There ARE younger kids here," said Hermione pointedly.
Harry sighed and climbed off Draco's warm lap.
"Wow, I never took you to be quite such an exhibitionist," Seamus said in awe.
"Hermione, truth or dare," replied Harry.
"Um, dare," said Hermione without thinking.
"I dare you to kiss Ron." Harry said in an off-hand sort of way. But he still got the desired effects - Hermione blushed red and Ron fell over yet again.
"I give," Hermione said quickly, "I quit."
Ron looked rather disappointed. But that COULD have been since he now, without a doubt, owed Hermione the ten galleons.
The game having reached it's climax with the last dare, slowly wound down until everyone just sort of quit.
"Well, that was interesting," said Harry in a conversational tone as he, Ron, Hermione and Draco found themselves sitting on the couch again.
"You can say that again," muttered Ron. He wasn't looking at Hermione completely.
"You did that on purpose," Hermione said, "Didn't you?"
"Do what?" Harry asked innocently.
"The dare."
"Maybe."
"Ooooh, this means war, Harry," Hermione said, in an incredibly sweet voice. Which meant of course, she was dead serious.
"Terribly sorry, Hermione, but wars already started. And I do believe Draco and I are winning." Harry said, leaning back.
"Not for long," replied Hermione.
~~~
Later, Hermione cornered Ron in the common room. "Give me my ten galleons!" she said.
Ron looked around quickly. There was no escape; many people had already gone to bed (or as in Harry's and Draco's case, fallen asleep at a chair or couch).
"By the way," Hermione added, "You are going to help me with this war, aren't you?"
Ron realized that she meant it would be them two against Draco and Harry. "Ummmm," he said, and faltered under the glare she gave him. "Of course, of course!!!"
"I thought so. Now, about my galleons?"
"Well, you know, I said EVERYONE, and several of the students had their eyes closed . . . "
"RONALD WEASLEY!"
Ah, poor Hermione can't get her galleons. I'm beginning to think Draco's deviousness is rubbing off on everyone! Especially ME! O.O
Anyhow, more fun to come, as well as the Hermione/Ron vs. Draco/Harry war! Remember, suggest always more than welcome, and reviews are great.