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Chapter One: Late Night Pillow Fights (and some truth or dare)

"Okay," Lavender Brown said. "Let's play truth or dare."

Some of the fifth years looked around uneasily. Most of them just grinned, knowing what was to come. "I'll go first," she said. "Hermione, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she replied bravely.

"I dare you……" Lavender thought about it. "I dare you to……choose the person in this room that you most care about and sit on their lap the rest of the game."

Hermione looked around uneasily. "Or there's always the Chicken," Lavender added in. "The Chicken for this game is gonna be……..girls hafta flash Snape. The guys hafta….oh……the guys hafta moon McGonagall."

"I'll take the dare," Hermione said. She didn't want to picture her flashing Snape, and have him telling the whole school that she's got hardly any cleavage to speak of.

She looked around the room. She looked at Ron, her ex-boyfriend. He had been really sweet to her, but they fought too much. Her eyes wandered to Harry. She had liked him since about last year after her and Victor had broken up. Victor had just…..wanted too much. She wandered over to Harry, this being her one and only chance to be in his loving arms. She sat down in his lap. The she looked at…..Malfoy. "Truth or dare, Malfoy?" she said.

"Truth," Malfoy said.

"A little chicken, are we?" Dean asked from the side.

Malfoy gave him his trademark sneer. "Okay, Malfoy," Hermione said. "Who do you care about most?"

"What kind of question is that?" he asked, trying to avoid answering.

"A good one," Ron spoke up. "Now answer it or go moon McGonagall."

Pansy looked at him as if she expected him to say her name. "My mother," he answered.

Some people sniggered, others laughed. "It's not funny," he said.

"Why did you choose your mother?" Pansy asked, hurt.

"Umm….." he said. "You should know, Pansy. You know how my father treats me compared to my mother."
"Oh, right," Pansy said.

"Okay now," Malfoy said, regaining his composure. "Who should I pick?"

He looked around the room, an evil grin on his face. "Potter," he said. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Harry said.

"Always being the hero," Pansy whispered. Some Slytherins sniggered.

"I dare you to kiss Granger," Malfoy said.

The Gryffindors looked on, knowing that he didn't like her enough for it to mean anything. Hermione's heart started beating fast. This was her moment. He looked at her and kissed her. Then he pulled away. "Longer," Malfoy said.

"You never said how long," Ron spoke up.

"Don't you know the rules of Wizard's truth or dare, Potter? The kisses must last at least thirty seconds. Start over," Malfoy said in his usual bossy tone.

Harry kissed her. She loved it. Her heart was beating fast, her pulse racing. After what seemed like milliseconds to her, Ron spoke up, "Time's up."

Harry pulled away and the kiss was over. Then it was Harry's turn.