~The Dare, the Hand Shake and the Challenge~
Summary: Before the start of the Seventh year term, Hermione and Ginny trick Draco into playing a muggle game of Dare throughout the school year. Voldemort is gone.
Hallways
Second Floor
Racing up past the paintings, Hermione doesn't bother to look behind her, knowing her two best friends where hot on her trail. Serves them right, thinking that Dumbledore would cancel Quidditch!
Whipping around the corner, Hermione was surprised to note that her best friends were fastly catching up to her. Damn, knew I should have asked Fred and George for some Icy Slick. Four strong hands wrapped themselves around various parts of her arms and legs.
"Miss Hermione Elizabeth Granger," huffs Ron holding one arm and one foot, while Harry held the others. "You sneaky little witch! We knew you were up to something, but this!"
"I sorry Mione," apologizes Harry with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "But you need to know that there are consequences for your actions." Laughing manically they carried Hermione outside. With all the Weasley's along with both Remus and Sirius looking on curiously.
Watching them toss her into the lake, everyone laughs as Hermione declares revenge. Soon it was an all out war, three sopping wet graduates, and two thoroughly soaked twins along with two drenched teachers re-entered the dinning hall. Mrs. Weasley shook her head muttering something around how certain kids just never seemed to grow up.
Dinning Hall
Gryffindor table
Sitting at the Gryffindor table, Hermione flings back her wet hair causing it to drop big wet splashes on both Ron and Harry. Who turn to look at her silently asking her "You want to have a go at it again?"
Muttering a drying charm, Sirius dries Hermione's hair as other student's with their parents watch the group. As the evening progresses the graduation feast starts, Remus notices that both Ginny and Hermione avoid certain foods.
"You know Mione," laughs Remus. "I don't think you need to diet. So why don't you try some of this delicious pudding?"
Looking as sweet as possible, Hermione responses, "That's nice Remus, but I know for a fact that there is double chocolate cake coming later, so I'll forgo on the pudding."
"Double chocolate cake," whimpers both Harry and Ron licking their lips.
"Yes," states Hermione rolling her eyes. "You can ask Percy and Bill about it. Since they know that being a Perfect or a Head gets you cake."
"What," stutters Ron.
"Wait," gasps Harry. "You mean to tell me, that only Perfects or Head's get double chocolate cake?"
Smirking at both of them Hermione says, "It says so in Hogwarts: A…"
"A History," finishes the entire Gryffindor table. Seconds later boisterous laughter echoes in the dinning hall. When the dinner plates were all cleaned and everyone was waiting for dessert. Soft enchantly sensuous music floats around the dinning hall.
"Feel like dancing," asks Sirius.
Looking into his deep blue eyes, Hermione smiles. "Sure." Standing up the pair start dancing to the music. Swift scraping noises, the four house tables moved themselves to line up against the wall creating a makeshift dance floor. As the music continues, more and more couples found themselves dancing.
"So tell me, Mione what else do you have planed for tonight," whispers Sirius into Hermione's ear making her shiver.
"Nothing much," replies Hermione blushing when he pulls her closer.
"Let me know when the fun starts so I can protect you," laughs Sirius.
"From whom," questions Hermione squalling when Sirius suddenly dips her. The next song was the muggle electric slide, people who were sitting on the sidelines found themselves on the dance floor. It was surprising to find Muggles along with purebloods doing the electric slide without any trouble. When the song finally ended, everyone on the dance floor was milling about.
"Nothing much, huh," mutters Sirius. "Just how did you do that?"
Huffing Hermione cross her arms over her chest, "What makes you think it was me? I don't even know how to do the electric slide!" Kissing her soundly Sirius pulls her back to the Gryffindor table.
Slowly the groups on the dance floor head back to their tables. At the Head table, the teacher's chairs moved unexpectedly causing all of the teachers to scream in fright.
Professor Snape found himself aside to Professor Trelawny, as the chairs paraded them around like royalty. Remus and Sirius's chairs acted like two wild horses, racing around the room crashing into the walls, sporadic laughter float across the room. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in their chairs are dancing on the dance floor. They look happy but unsettled.
Smirking Hermione stands up, looking directly at Sirius. Hermione states, "Let's get this party started!" Snapping her fingers, a roll of dry lightening and thunder streak across the enchanted ceiling before confetti floats down.
"Mione," groans Sirius as he looks on in horror. "What is it with you and confetti?" Hearing her laughter, Sirius looks up just Hermione makes a break for it. "Oh, no you don't! You put a stop to this," gesturing to the falling confetti. "HERMIONE!"
~ The End or is it? ~
