Oh, right, the dream in this chapter was an idea by one of my friends at
school, so thanks! =) (He's probably regretting it now =p)
'Today's the day,' thought Hermione excitedly to herself. After a bit of talking, she had managed to get a group of people up to playing Truth or Dare. 'I can't wait.'
She was confident enough that she would be able to get Draco and Harry to do her dare that she didn't even bother to worry even once over what Harry and Draco might try to do to her and Ron.
"You seem extra happy today," Harry noted, "What's up?"
"Oh, I'm just happy," Said Hermione, happily, of course.
"Which means, am I correct, that you have a plan?" Draco asked.
Hermione gave him a 'Gee, what do you think?' type look while still smiling.
Ron glanced at the neat list Hermione had been putting together. There were about fifteen names on it. "What's this a list of?" He glanced at it again, and then realized that it was a list of everyone playing Truth or Dare that night. "Why the list?" He noticed that some of the names had stars by them.
"Oh, it's just a list of who's playing, just in case, well, we need witnesses." Hermione said happily.
"Why would you need witnesses?" Harry asked nervously.
"To make sure people follow through on their dares, of course . . . oh, I can't tell you know, because that would be giving it away but still . . . I assure you that everything is perfectly fine, and it'll all work out lovely." She smiled.
"And then the stars would be?"
"For all the people who are willing to play Strip Poker sometime."
"You're such a pervert," sighed Ron. "Hey, wait, why is there a star by my name?"
Hermione gave him one of the looks she was so good at giving, and Ron sighed, and admitted defeat. "When would you play that?"
"Oh, I was thinking on the train or something," Hermione said, "I'm not completely sure if I'll ever even do it, but, just in case, y'know?"
"Right . . ." said Ron. He was a little scared when Hermione got on her moods, and now seemed to be one of them.
Oh well, nothing to do but wait until tonight. . .
~~~
The day actually passed by very quickly, and soon Hermione was nervously getting the furniture arranged so that the group of truth-or-darers could sit down comfortably. She was very excited about her dare tonight.
Within ten minutes, the people playing had sat down - Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Amber and Anna, Leora, and most of the 6th years. There were no 3rd years, there were no 1st or 2nd years - they all knew better. If this was going to end up anything like last time . . .
"Who wants to go first?" Hermione said. A shy 6th year nodded to show that she would go first. She turned to the girl sitting next to her, Danielle. "Truth or dare."
Danielle squirmed a bit, not sure which one to pick. "Just pick one," said the purple eyed, black haired girl sitting next to her.
"You know she'll torture me whichever one I pick!" Danielle said, sighing. "I shouldn't have told her . . ."
Hermione watched, not completely hearing everything; she was more staring off in space, thinking of her dare.
"Truth, then."
"Truth," repeated Paige. She grinned evilly.
'I can hardly believe that in one week, this will all be over. Seems so short . . . but then again, a month isn't that long. Just 4 weeks. Or 31 days. Or 744 hours. Or 44650 minutes.' Hermione sighed. She had used every minute to her fullest so far.
"Tell me who the hottest guy is here," Paige said after a minute.
Danielle grinned, and she cheered up. She had obviously expected much worse. "Draco."
Draco grinned and smirked, and Harry shook his head, pretending to think Draco was insane.
'I can't wait.'
Danielle turned to Draco, who was sitting across from him. "Truth or dare."
"Dare, of course." Draco said.
Hermione briefly stopped her train of thought to see what dare Draco would be given. 'I wonder if Ron would count it if Draco and Harry had to kiss each other on a dare other than my own.'
"Well," said Danielle, "Seeing as Harry was so lucky last time, I dare you to put on your dress and have a snog with Harry. After the end of the game though, so we don't have to stop you. "
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"And you have to wear the new dress you bought," added Danielle. Draco exchanged a glance with Harry, and they nodded.
'Besides,' thought Draco to himself, 'If I don't do this, I lose my bet to Harry, and that would suck. But both ways I'll still have to wear the dress . . . but then again, I do get to kiss Harry . . . in front of a bunch of people, in a dress . . . I'm scared now, as that thought doesn't bother me as much as it should.'
"Yes or no?" asked Danielle.
"Yes, yes," Draco said. "A minute, if you please, while I change into my dress."
He stalked upstairs and pulled out the dress he had ended up getting. And sighed. Green and silver looked SO much better on him than red and gold. He put on the dress, which consisted of a gold bodice and a red skirt. And sighed.
He *so* looked so much better in green and silver.
~~~
Everyone, of course, admired his beautiful dress, but Draco just scolwed and turned to Ron. "Truth or dare."
Ron pondered a moment, weighed consequences, decided that was something Hermione would do, and said, "Dare."
Draco sighed; this would be too easy. "I dare you to wear these socks." He threw the socks at Ron, who glanced at them, and shrugged. "And if you take them off, you have to kiss Hermione in front of everyone."
Ron shrugged again, and pulled on the black socks. "I don't get it Draco; I expected much worse out of you. Then again, I'm not complaining!!"
Draco merely grinned and smirked in Ron's direction. Harry watched as Ron exchanged a confused look with Hermione, who shrugged. Ron turned to decide who was next, and pointed to Leora.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Ron grinned happily. "So tell us, Leora, you cooking sucks, doesn't it?" He smiled. "Answer truthfully now."
Leora glared. "My cooking does not suck!" She said.
"No, the TRUTH."
Leora continued to glare, but finally she grumbled and said, "Ok, so maybe it's not the greatest . . ."
"Good enough for me," Ron said. "It sucks."
"It does NOT!" said Leora loudly, and Ron smiled.
Leora turned to Jennifer, "Truth or dare," and everyone enjoyed the game for the next few minutes.
That was when Makato looked over at Hermione and said, "Truth or dare."
"Dare," said Hermione, deciding to try something new.
"Hmmm," said Makato thoughtfully, "Let's see . . ."
Hermione let her thoughts briefly wander, 'Whatever dare she says, I'm going to have to do, because I HAVE to get my dare to Harry and Draco. I HAVE to.'
"I dare you to not read for the next two days, today not counted as a full day, but still counted. Well, you can still read school assignments, but that's it."
Hermione sighed; this would be a hard decision. She loved her books; they were very amusing to read and plus they had such useful spells. But she had to give Harry and Draco the dare. She HAD to.
"All right then." Everyone around her kind of gasped; they hadn't expected that.
"We'll be watching, so you'd better stick to this dare!" Makato said, grinning.
"She won't last a day," said Jasmine.
'We'll see about that,' thought Hermione, 'As long as I can amuse myself with my friends, I'll be fine.' Aloud, she said, "Umm, Harry, truth or dare."
'This is probably it.' "Dare," said Harry.
"All right then," said Hermione instantly, "I dare you to snog Draco on the last day of this school session in the great hall, while one of you wears a dress in front of everyone!" She said this all in one breath, very fast.
"Wait, come again?"
"I dare you to snog with Draco. On the last day of the school session. In the great hall. While one of you wears a dress. In front of everyone." She said slower, and Harry's eyes grew round.
But now, there was no turning back.
He looked around, and said, "Ok."
"Seriously?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, seriously!" Harry replied. A bit slowly, he asked, "Um, so who has to . . .wear the dress?"
"Flip a coin," said Hermione, smiling.
Harry shook his head, and said "Truth or dare" to the girl sitting next to him.
And the game continued.
~~~
Soon, after Draco was dared to sing 'I'm a little teapot' he was ready to finish off his and Harry's plan. "Hermione . . . dare, or dare?"
"Gee, I can sense a pattern here," Hermione said drolly. "I'll pick hidden answer 'c', dare."
"Your sarcasm is noted and NOT appreciated," Draco assured her with a grin on his face, "And I dare you to sit next to Ron."
"Sit next to Ron?" repeated Hermione, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, sit next to Ron, it isn't that hard, is it?"
"I don't get it Draco, why?"
"Just do it. Or do you not want to sit next to him?"
Hermione shrugged, and walked over to Ron, and sat next to him. The socks immediately turned from black to neon red.
"Look at the socks," commanded Draco. Ron and Hermione glanced quizzically at each other, not knowing what Draco meant. Draco sighed and pointed to Ron's socks. So they followed his gaze to the socks, and looked quizzical.
Ron looked particularly puzzled as he said, "I could have sworn that those were . . . black when I put them on."
Draco grinned widely, "Oh, but they WERE."
Harry decided to explain, "See Ron, these are special socks. They turn red when you're near the one you like. And since they were black until Hermione came sat next to you . . ." Harry trailed off, knowing that would be more effective than spelling it out.
Ron's eyes widened. He quickly got up, and walked away from Hermione. The socks turned black. He walked back. They turned red. Everyone began to giggle (or in the guys cases, chuckle, since they don't 'giggle').
"There must be a glitch in them," Hermione said firmly.
"Right," agreed Ron.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt," sighed Harry.
"Indeed," agreed Draco.
~~~
Shortly after that, the dares and truths became more and more interesting, and more and more people began to drop out of the game, and just watch. Soon, only Draco and Harry remained (Hermione and Ron both dropping out as they were dared to kiss each other).
"I'll bet Draco'll win," said Seamus. Amber nodded, but Anna shook her head.
"Harry'll win, you watch," she said.
It was Draco's turn. "Truth or dare, Harry." He said.
Harry considered. There wasn't much Draco could do to humiliate him, or anything, really. "Dare, I suppose."
"Dare, indeed." Draco said, considering. Come to think of it, he didn't have any particularly good ideas at the moment, but he really wanted to win. What could he dare Harry to do that Harry would never follow through on? 'Oh, wait, I know.'
Harry shifted nervously as a bright grin sprung forth on Draco's face, which could only mean he had thought up something very devious and evil.
"I dare you, Harry, to show the dream you had last night to everyone."
"How?" Harry said immediately.
Draco held up a disc. "I think you know."
Harry gulped, apparently, Draco COULD be particularly evil when he wanted to. He sighed, and muttered, "I quit. You win."
Draco grinned broadly, although Harry had to add, "Although, with that dress on, it's hard to find you intimidating." Draco glared and stalked over to wear Harry was sitting.
"Don't make me show this," he said threatingly.
"Ah! No, don't," Harry said, "I'm sorry."
Draco grinned.
His amusement was short lived as Danielle came up to the two of them, and said, "Start kissing. Your dare, remember?"
Draco sighed, and allowed Harry to pull him onto his lap. They smiled at each other, before pressing their lips together, and beginning to kiss. . .
~~~
Later, as Harry was pulling his shirt back on, and Draco was straightening his dress, Draco said, "So, can we watch your dream now?"
Harry groaned, "As if you're not satisfied now?" He rolled his eyes; after snogging for a good few minutes, Harry had somehow lost his shirt, and his pants were about to come down, so Hermione had stopped them, much to the disappointment of a few.
"Well, I want to see, anyway."
"So did you know what was on it?" Harry asked.
"No, but I took a guess. Knowing your dreams . . ." Draco trailed off, happily. Harry was coming close to agreeing.
"Oh, I don't know. . ." said Harry, glancing around, "Where would we watch it?"
As if on cue, Hermione popped up. "I don't know what you two were trying to prove with those socks of yours, but here they are." She hand the now-black socks to Harry, who shrugged.
"They're clean?"
"I used a cleaning charm," Hermione said.
"Figures," muttered Draco. When Hermione glared, he held his hands up in silent surrender.
Harry pulled on the socks and they turned red instantly. "Well, gee, wouldn't have expected that. You know, now that we have two of these, and we know that they work, we should give a pair to Hermione and Ron for Christmas."
"Great idea," grinned Draco. Hermione scowled.
"So what are you two up to, anyway, all secret like here in the corner?" She asked
"Well, we want to watch this disk . . . in private," Draco said.
"Why don't you just go to that one room you did to watch the first disc?" Hermione suggested.
"Oh, great idea," Draco said, and he grabbed Harry and the disc and ran out, yelling, "Thanks," as he did.
"What first disk?" Harry asked.
"Silence you," said Draco, going into the room and starting the disc. An image began to fill the screen.
~~~
You know the drill - it's a Dream! So try to picture it as one.
~~~
Harry was running late; he had to get to Divination. As much as he hated the class, he just felt pulled to go. Passing by many paintings, portraits, suits of armor, and the like, he went down the hall, desperate to get to class.
'I swear,' thought Harry, 'This classroom gets harder to find every time." Although he couldn't ever remember going to the classroom before, but, that didn't matter right now.
He was so worried about getting to class on time that he didn't even notice on of the suits of armour (they all walked around all the time) was following him.
~~~
Divination was the normal boring class it usually was, although it seemed rather blurry to Harry. Now that he was there, there was something eating away on the back of his mind, but he simply couldn't place it.
After class, Harry wandered downstairs, briefly considering going down to the Great Hall to get lunch, and to find Hermione and Ron. He wondered where they were; he hadn't seen Ron during divination . . .
Or maybe he had. But that one thing that he just couldn't place took top priority in his mind, and he kept trying to figure it out. 'What is it, what is it?' he thought, wandering down a staircase, and remembering at the last minute to jump the trick step.
He was on the 2nd floor, he figured, when he finally noticed that something seemed weird. There were no other people in the corridors. He stopped a moment to look around and see if he could see anyone.
There was no one, and the suit of armour crept ever closer. It was a rather large one, almost one and half times taller than Harry and a bit wider. He turned around just to see the armor stand perfectly still, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Shrugging, Harry tried to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing right now. He shrugged again and turned back around, when suddenly he heard a *creak* and a clattering sound as the armour pieces met the ground. He turned around quickly . . .
. . . And was glomped onto by a small blonde boy, who began immediately ravishing his mouth. As Harry attempted to protest, the boy stuck his tongue in Harry's mouth, drawing out Harry's tongue and sucking on it lightly.
'Draco?' thought Harry. Something really important was happening now, he felt, but what? He could barely think as it was; what with Draco seemingly determined to suck his tongue out now.
His protests half-died in his throat, and the ones that did come up were turned into moans. He moaned happily, even though he felt like something else should be happening right now.
'What was it?' he thought, distracted enough for Draco to easily unbutton his robe and pull it off, followed by his shirt and tie. Harry noticed that Draco only wore a light t-shirt and black jeans.
"Distracted, are you, Harry?" Draco whispered silkily, nipping on Harry's ears, trailing kisses down his neck, tongue flicking out to lick and tease skin . . . .
"Kind of," muttered Harry, shuddering happily. "I feel like I'm missing something."
"Oh?" Draco paused, "Maybe you're missing me?"
"I don't know," Harry said, but couldn't say anything more as Draco had presses his lips against his own just that minute. Except this time, he was rubbing up against Harry, grinding his erection into Harry's.
"This isn't helping, you know," Harry said, "All it does is make me forget more."
"That's the point," replied Draco sweetly, as he expertly undid Harry's pants with one hand while his other slipped inside Harry's boxers, and he still kept his mouth pressed against Harry's.
"Here? Now?" Harry managed to say, in between trying to wrestle Draco's tongue and keep himself from moaning too loudly.
"Why not?" said Draco. One hand left Harry's boxers to undo his own pants, and Harry felt himself being pushed up (rather gently, but pushed nonetheless) against the wall.
"What if . . . . teacher . . . comes . . .?" Harry said, starting to get flushed. He realized now he was moaning softly constantly, and there was nothing to do to stop it.
He turned his head to watch Draco slowly, but sexily, strip for him, until he was ready. And then Harry felt Draco right up against him, and then inside him, suddenly.
"Ohhhh," muttered Harry, "So good . . ."
"I knew you'd like this, Harry," said Draco, "You like surprises." He began moving, in short bursts of speeds, and then slowing down, and then speeding up, and slowing down, with no discernable patterns.
Soon both he and Harry were breathing, heavily, and Harry knew that if the wall wasn't there, he'd be falling over.
"Draco . . . .ohhh. . . I'm going to . . .gonna . . ." Harry couldn't even finish his sentence as he came and there were little flashes of color all around. He could feel Draco coming within him as well, filling him with heat, and he sighed, contently, leaning heavily against the wall, panting.
And then he remembered.
He was about to wake up.
~~~
(The dream is now over)
~~~
Harry stared at the ground, wondering what Draco would think.
"Interesting," grinned Draco, pressing a kiss to Harry's lips, "I liked that dream very much." Another kiss. "Very much indeed."
And we shall fade out here (although, see Harry and Draco are good boys and won't go any further than groping each other right now. =) which is why they have to stick to dreams for all that good stuff that comes after it. =p).
Sugoi! Another long chapter! (Random person yells out: "Yeah, but it's taken you twice as long to write. Me: "Silence you, I had to get Christmas presents. I still do. But I intend to finish this fic before Christmas!!!!!")
'Today's the day,' thought Hermione excitedly to herself. After a bit of talking, she had managed to get a group of people up to playing Truth or Dare. 'I can't wait.'
She was confident enough that she would be able to get Draco and Harry to do her dare that she didn't even bother to worry even once over what Harry and Draco might try to do to her and Ron.
"You seem extra happy today," Harry noted, "What's up?"
"Oh, I'm just happy," Said Hermione, happily, of course.
"Which means, am I correct, that you have a plan?" Draco asked.
Hermione gave him a 'Gee, what do you think?' type look while still smiling.
Ron glanced at the neat list Hermione had been putting together. There were about fifteen names on it. "What's this a list of?" He glanced at it again, and then realized that it was a list of everyone playing Truth or Dare that night. "Why the list?" He noticed that some of the names had stars by them.
"Oh, it's just a list of who's playing, just in case, well, we need witnesses." Hermione said happily.
"Why would you need witnesses?" Harry asked nervously.
"To make sure people follow through on their dares, of course . . . oh, I can't tell you know, because that would be giving it away but still . . . I assure you that everything is perfectly fine, and it'll all work out lovely." She smiled.
"And then the stars would be?"
"For all the people who are willing to play Strip Poker sometime."
"You're such a pervert," sighed Ron. "Hey, wait, why is there a star by my name?"
Hermione gave him one of the looks she was so good at giving, and Ron sighed, and admitted defeat. "When would you play that?"
"Oh, I was thinking on the train or something," Hermione said, "I'm not completely sure if I'll ever even do it, but, just in case, y'know?"
"Right . . ." said Ron. He was a little scared when Hermione got on her moods, and now seemed to be one of them.
Oh well, nothing to do but wait until tonight. . .
~~~
The day actually passed by very quickly, and soon Hermione was nervously getting the furniture arranged so that the group of truth-or-darers could sit down comfortably. She was very excited about her dare tonight.
Within ten minutes, the people playing had sat down - Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Amber and Anna, Leora, and most of the 6th years. There were no 3rd years, there were no 1st or 2nd years - they all knew better. If this was going to end up anything like last time . . .
"Who wants to go first?" Hermione said. A shy 6th year nodded to show that she would go first. She turned to the girl sitting next to her, Danielle. "Truth or dare."
Danielle squirmed a bit, not sure which one to pick. "Just pick one," said the purple eyed, black haired girl sitting next to her.
"You know she'll torture me whichever one I pick!" Danielle said, sighing. "I shouldn't have told her . . ."
Hermione watched, not completely hearing everything; she was more staring off in space, thinking of her dare.
"Truth, then."
"Truth," repeated Paige. She grinned evilly.
'I can hardly believe that in one week, this will all be over. Seems so short . . . but then again, a month isn't that long. Just 4 weeks. Or 31 days. Or 744 hours. Or 44650 minutes.' Hermione sighed. She had used every minute to her fullest so far.
"Tell me who the hottest guy is here," Paige said after a minute.
Danielle grinned, and she cheered up. She had obviously expected much worse. "Draco."
Draco grinned and smirked, and Harry shook his head, pretending to think Draco was insane.
'I can't wait.'
Danielle turned to Draco, who was sitting across from him. "Truth or dare."
"Dare, of course." Draco said.
Hermione briefly stopped her train of thought to see what dare Draco would be given. 'I wonder if Ron would count it if Draco and Harry had to kiss each other on a dare other than my own.'
"Well," said Danielle, "Seeing as Harry was so lucky last time, I dare you to put on your dress and have a snog with Harry. After the end of the game though, so we don't have to stop you. "
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"And you have to wear the new dress you bought," added Danielle. Draco exchanged a glance with Harry, and they nodded.
'Besides,' thought Draco to himself, 'If I don't do this, I lose my bet to Harry, and that would suck. But both ways I'll still have to wear the dress . . . but then again, I do get to kiss Harry . . . in front of a bunch of people, in a dress . . . I'm scared now, as that thought doesn't bother me as much as it should.'
"Yes or no?" asked Danielle.
"Yes, yes," Draco said. "A minute, if you please, while I change into my dress."
He stalked upstairs and pulled out the dress he had ended up getting. And sighed. Green and silver looked SO much better on him than red and gold. He put on the dress, which consisted of a gold bodice and a red skirt. And sighed.
He *so* looked so much better in green and silver.
~~~
Everyone, of course, admired his beautiful dress, but Draco just scolwed and turned to Ron. "Truth or dare."
Ron pondered a moment, weighed consequences, decided that was something Hermione would do, and said, "Dare."
Draco sighed; this would be too easy. "I dare you to wear these socks." He threw the socks at Ron, who glanced at them, and shrugged. "And if you take them off, you have to kiss Hermione in front of everyone."
Ron shrugged again, and pulled on the black socks. "I don't get it Draco; I expected much worse out of you. Then again, I'm not complaining!!"
Draco merely grinned and smirked in Ron's direction. Harry watched as Ron exchanged a confused look with Hermione, who shrugged. Ron turned to decide who was next, and pointed to Leora.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Ron grinned happily. "So tell us, Leora, you cooking sucks, doesn't it?" He smiled. "Answer truthfully now."
Leora glared. "My cooking does not suck!" She said.
"No, the TRUTH."
Leora continued to glare, but finally she grumbled and said, "Ok, so maybe it's not the greatest . . ."
"Good enough for me," Ron said. "It sucks."
"It does NOT!" said Leora loudly, and Ron smiled.
Leora turned to Jennifer, "Truth or dare," and everyone enjoyed the game for the next few minutes.
That was when Makato looked over at Hermione and said, "Truth or dare."
"Dare," said Hermione, deciding to try something new.
"Hmmm," said Makato thoughtfully, "Let's see . . ."
Hermione let her thoughts briefly wander, 'Whatever dare she says, I'm going to have to do, because I HAVE to get my dare to Harry and Draco. I HAVE to.'
"I dare you to not read for the next two days, today not counted as a full day, but still counted. Well, you can still read school assignments, but that's it."
Hermione sighed; this would be a hard decision. She loved her books; they were very amusing to read and plus they had such useful spells. But she had to give Harry and Draco the dare. She HAD to.
"All right then." Everyone around her kind of gasped; they hadn't expected that.
"We'll be watching, so you'd better stick to this dare!" Makato said, grinning.
"She won't last a day," said Jasmine.
'We'll see about that,' thought Hermione, 'As long as I can amuse myself with my friends, I'll be fine.' Aloud, she said, "Umm, Harry, truth or dare."
'This is probably it.' "Dare," said Harry.
"All right then," said Hermione instantly, "I dare you to snog Draco on the last day of this school session in the great hall, while one of you wears a dress in front of everyone!" She said this all in one breath, very fast.
"Wait, come again?"
"I dare you to snog with Draco. On the last day of the school session. In the great hall. While one of you wears a dress. In front of everyone." She said slower, and Harry's eyes grew round.
But now, there was no turning back.
He looked around, and said, "Ok."
"Seriously?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, seriously!" Harry replied. A bit slowly, he asked, "Um, so who has to . . .wear the dress?"
"Flip a coin," said Hermione, smiling.
Harry shook his head, and said "Truth or dare" to the girl sitting next to him.
And the game continued.
~~~
Soon, after Draco was dared to sing 'I'm a little teapot' he was ready to finish off his and Harry's plan. "Hermione . . . dare, or dare?"
"Gee, I can sense a pattern here," Hermione said drolly. "I'll pick hidden answer 'c', dare."
"Your sarcasm is noted and NOT appreciated," Draco assured her with a grin on his face, "And I dare you to sit next to Ron."
"Sit next to Ron?" repeated Hermione, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, sit next to Ron, it isn't that hard, is it?"
"I don't get it Draco, why?"
"Just do it. Or do you not want to sit next to him?"
Hermione shrugged, and walked over to Ron, and sat next to him. The socks immediately turned from black to neon red.
"Look at the socks," commanded Draco. Ron and Hermione glanced quizzically at each other, not knowing what Draco meant. Draco sighed and pointed to Ron's socks. So they followed his gaze to the socks, and looked quizzical.
Ron looked particularly puzzled as he said, "I could have sworn that those were . . . black when I put them on."
Draco grinned widely, "Oh, but they WERE."
Harry decided to explain, "See Ron, these are special socks. They turn red when you're near the one you like. And since they were black until Hermione came sat next to you . . ." Harry trailed off, knowing that would be more effective than spelling it out.
Ron's eyes widened. He quickly got up, and walked away from Hermione. The socks turned black. He walked back. They turned red. Everyone began to giggle (or in the guys cases, chuckle, since they don't 'giggle').
"There must be a glitch in them," Hermione said firmly.
"Right," agreed Ron.
"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt," sighed Harry.
"Indeed," agreed Draco.
~~~
Shortly after that, the dares and truths became more and more interesting, and more and more people began to drop out of the game, and just watch. Soon, only Draco and Harry remained (Hermione and Ron both dropping out as they were dared to kiss each other).
"I'll bet Draco'll win," said Seamus. Amber nodded, but Anna shook her head.
"Harry'll win, you watch," she said.
It was Draco's turn. "Truth or dare, Harry." He said.
Harry considered. There wasn't much Draco could do to humiliate him, or anything, really. "Dare, I suppose."
"Dare, indeed." Draco said, considering. Come to think of it, he didn't have any particularly good ideas at the moment, but he really wanted to win. What could he dare Harry to do that Harry would never follow through on? 'Oh, wait, I know.'
Harry shifted nervously as a bright grin sprung forth on Draco's face, which could only mean he had thought up something very devious and evil.
"I dare you, Harry, to show the dream you had last night to everyone."
"How?" Harry said immediately.
Draco held up a disc. "I think you know."
Harry gulped, apparently, Draco COULD be particularly evil when he wanted to. He sighed, and muttered, "I quit. You win."
Draco grinned broadly, although Harry had to add, "Although, with that dress on, it's hard to find you intimidating." Draco glared and stalked over to wear Harry was sitting.
"Don't make me show this," he said threatingly.
"Ah! No, don't," Harry said, "I'm sorry."
Draco grinned.
His amusement was short lived as Danielle came up to the two of them, and said, "Start kissing. Your dare, remember?"
Draco sighed, and allowed Harry to pull him onto his lap. They smiled at each other, before pressing their lips together, and beginning to kiss. . .
~~~
Later, as Harry was pulling his shirt back on, and Draco was straightening his dress, Draco said, "So, can we watch your dream now?"
Harry groaned, "As if you're not satisfied now?" He rolled his eyes; after snogging for a good few minutes, Harry had somehow lost his shirt, and his pants were about to come down, so Hermione had stopped them, much to the disappointment of a few.
"Well, I want to see, anyway."
"So did you know what was on it?" Harry asked.
"No, but I took a guess. Knowing your dreams . . ." Draco trailed off, happily. Harry was coming close to agreeing.
"Oh, I don't know. . ." said Harry, glancing around, "Where would we watch it?"
As if on cue, Hermione popped up. "I don't know what you two were trying to prove with those socks of yours, but here they are." She hand the now-black socks to Harry, who shrugged.
"They're clean?"
"I used a cleaning charm," Hermione said.
"Figures," muttered Draco. When Hermione glared, he held his hands up in silent surrender.
Harry pulled on the socks and they turned red instantly. "Well, gee, wouldn't have expected that. You know, now that we have two of these, and we know that they work, we should give a pair to Hermione and Ron for Christmas."
"Great idea," grinned Draco. Hermione scowled.
"So what are you two up to, anyway, all secret like here in the corner?" She asked
"Well, we want to watch this disk . . . in private," Draco said.
"Why don't you just go to that one room you did to watch the first disc?" Hermione suggested.
"Oh, great idea," Draco said, and he grabbed Harry and the disc and ran out, yelling, "Thanks," as he did.
"What first disk?" Harry asked.
"Silence you," said Draco, going into the room and starting the disc. An image began to fill the screen.
~~~
You know the drill - it's a Dream! So try to picture it as one.
~~~
Harry was running late; he had to get to Divination. As much as he hated the class, he just felt pulled to go. Passing by many paintings, portraits, suits of armor, and the like, he went down the hall, desperate to get to class.
'I swear,' thought Harry, 'This classroom gets harder to find every time." Although he couldn't ever remember going to the classroom before, but, that didn't matter right now.
He was so worried about getting to class on time that he didn't even notice on of the suits of armour (they all walked around all the time) was following him.
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Divination was the normal boring class it usually was, although it seemed rather blurry to Harry. Now that he was there, there was something eating away on the back of his mind, but he simply couldn't place it.
After class, Harry wandered downstairs, briefly considering going down to the Great Hall to get lunch, and to find Hermione and Ron. He wondered where they were; he hadn't seen Ron during divination . . .
Or maybe he had. But that one thing that he just couldn't place took top priority in his mind, and he kept trying to figure it out. 'What is it, what is it?' he thought, wandering down a staircase, and remembering at the last minute to jump the trick step.
He was on the 2nd floor, he figured, when he finally noticed that something seemed weird. There were no other people in the corridors. He stopped a moment to look around and see if he could see anyone.
There was no one, and the suit of armour crept ever closer. It was a rather large one, almost one and half times taller than Harry and a bit wider. He turned around just to see the armor stand perfectly still, like nothing was out of the ordinary.
Shrugging, Harry tried to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing right now. He shrugged again and turned back around, when suddenly he heard a *creak* and a clattering sound as the armour pieces met the ground. He turned around quickly . . .
. . . And was glomped onto by a small blonde boy, who began immediately ravishing his mouth. As Harry attempted to protest, the boy stuck his tongue in Harry's mouth, drawing out Harry's tongue and sucking on it lightly.
'Draco?' thought Harry. Something really important was happening now, he felt, but what? He could barely think as it was; what with Draco seemingly determined to suck his tongue out now.
His protests half-died in his throat, and the ones that did come up were turned into moans. He moaned happily, even though he felt like something else should be happening right now.
'What was it?' he thought, distracted enough for Draco to easily unbutton his robe and pull it off, followed by his shirt and tie. Harry noticed that Draco only wore a light t-shirt and black jeans.
"Distracted, are you, Harry?" Draco whispered silkily, nipping on Harry's ears, trailing kisses down his neck, tongue flicking out to lick and tease skin . . . .
"Kind of," muttered Harry, shuddering happily. "I feel like I'm missing something."
"Oh?" Draco paused, "Maybe you're missing me?"
"I don't know," Harry said, but couldn't say anything more as Draco had presses his lips against his own just that minute. Except this time, he was rubbing up against Harry, grinding his erection into Harry's.
"This isn't helping, you know," Harry said, "All it does is make me forget more."
"That's the point," replied Draco sweetly, as he expertly undid Harry's pants with one hand while his other slipped inside Harry's boxers, and he still kept his mouth pressed against Harry's.
"Here? Now?" Harry managed to say, in between trying to wrestle Draco's tongue and keep himself from moaning too loudly.
"Why not?" said Draco. One hand left Harry's boxers to undo his own pants, and Harry felt himself being pushed up (rather gently, but pushed nonetheless) against the wall.
"What if . . . . teacher . . . comes . . .?" Harry said, starting to get flushed. He realized now he was moaning softly constantly, and there was nothing to do to stop it.
He turned his head to watch Draco slowly, but sexily, strip for him, until he was ready. And then Harry felt Draco right up against him, and then inside him, suddenly.
"Ohhhh," muttered Harry, "So good . . ."
"I knew you'd like this, Harry," said Draco, "You like surprises." He began moving, in short bursts of speeds, and then slowing down, and then speeding up, and slowing down, with no discernable patterns.
Soon both he and Harry were breathing, heavily, and Harry knew that if the wall wasn't there, he'd be falling over.
"Draco . . . .ohhh. . . I'm going to . . .gonna . . ." Harry couldn't even finish his sentence as he came and there were little flashes of color all around. He could feel Draco coming within him as well, filling him with heat, and he sighed, contently, leaning heavily against the wall, panting.
And then he remembered.
He was about to wake up.
~~~
(The dream is now over)
~~~
Harry stared at the ground, wondering what Draco would think.
"Interesting," grinned Draco, pressing a kiss to Harry's lips, "I liked that dream very much." Another kiss. "Very much indeed."
And we shall fade out here (although, see Harry and Draco are good boys and won't go any further than groping each other right now. =) which is why they have to stick to dreams for all that good stuff that comes after it. =p).
Sugoi! Another long chapter! (Random person yells out: "Yeah, but it's taken you twice as long to write. Me: "Silence you, I had to get Christmas presents. I still do. But I intend to finish this fic before Christmas!!!!!")