Disclaimer: not mine, blah blah.
Author's Note: I wrote the first three chapters about two years ago so it's been a while since I've read any Harry Potter…
CHAPTER 1
DELICIOUS HONEY
"What??" screeched Ron, jumping up from his seat on the red and gold rug that covered the Gryffindor common room floor. "There is no way in hell I'm doing that." he glared around at his friends, most of whom were sprawled out on the rug in front of the roaring fireplace.
The only other person in the room who did not appear to be having the time of his life was Neville.
"Dean, I don't think this is such a good idea..." the boy muttered, looking around the room for some support from his fellow classmates.
"Oh, fine" Dean grumbled, taking pity on the boy, "Seamus then."
"WHAT" Ron exploded.
"Oh, come on Ronny Boy, what's the matter?" Seamus batted his eyelashes in Ron's direction. "Afraid you might like it?"
Ron, his face rapidly becoming an interesting shade of scarlet, lunged at Seamus only to be grabbed and dragged backward by Dean and Harry before he could attack the object of his displeasure.
"Oh come on, Ron, it's only Seamus..." Harry's attempt at calming his best friend down only served to do the opposite.
"ONLY Seamus"
Harry tried again. "Now, Ron, look here—"
"NO! I am NOT going to lick honey off of Seamus' chest, and FURTHERMORE, I—"
"BLOODY HELL, RON, WILL YOU SHUT UP? I'M TRYING TO STUDY!!!"
The entire common room became deathly silent and Ron simply stood there with his mouth hanging open, halted in mid sentence.
"Uh, Hermione?" Harry said, glancing incredulously over at the quiet corner of the room where the girl sat, glaring at them over a pile of books and scrolls.
"Uhm... sorry," Ron said lamely, regaining his power of speech.
"Apology accepted," Hermione replied curtly, burying her nose back in the book she had previously been reading and (seemingly) tuning out everyone else in the room.
A few stifled giggles could be heard coming from various corners of the room where two groups of second and third years were still gathering their studying material to bring up to their dorms.
"What are you looking at?" Ron growled, glaring around at anyone who dared to laugh.
"Wow, you've got yourself a pretty controlling girlfriend haven't you, Ronny Boy?"
The only clue that Hermione had heard Seamus' comment was a slightly raised eyebrow as she continued to read.
"She is NOT my–"
Dean cut Ron off before the redhead had a chance to get any farther than that. "Seamus, shut up, will you? Ron, I said 'truth or dare' and you picked 'dare'. Are you too scared to do it?"
"Me, scared?" Ron asked, looking offended. "Of course not." He chose to ignore the amused glance Harry sent him.
"Well then?" dean watched him expectantly.
"Ugh," and a disgusted look, was the only response he got.
The small group of fourth-years continued to watch Ron expectantly.
"Ugh, OK, OK, I'll do it, go get the honey so I can get it over with!"
Dean grinned triumphantly.
After reluctantly (and with an abundance of curses and complaints) following through with the dare given to him by Dean, Ron immediately rushed to the nearest sink to rinse out his mouth ("Ugh, I actually licked Seamus' chest!"), disregarding the fact that it was located in the girl's lavatory.
No one from the small group of fourth-year boys noticed this until a squealing Parvati rushed out of the door Ron had closed seconds before, a hairbrush in one hand and a bottle of magical nail polish remover in the other.
"Oops, sorry Parvati," came Ron's muffled apology from behind the quickly closing door.
Parvati glared daggers at a chuckling Seamus, flipped her hair over her shoulder and flounced up the stairs to the girls' dormitory without a backward glance.
"Ugh... I'm never eating honey again!" Ron groaned, reappearing from the girl's lavatory.
"Oh come on, Ron, it wasn't really that bad."
"That is a matter of opinion, Seamus," said Ron, sitting down on the chair furthest from the other boy.
"Yes, and, might I add, your opinion doesn't matter, Ronny Boy," Seamus smirked.
"That, also, is a matter of opinion, Seamus. And stop calling me that!"
"And so is—"
"Will you two shut up?" Harry inquired pleasantly. "Ron, it's your turn."
Ron stretched his arms above his head and sent Harry a condescending look. "Alright then, Harry. Truth or Dare."
"Oh, why me? Just look at Neville over there. He's positively dyeing to be asked."
Ron didn't even spare a glance for the less-than-enthusiastic Neville.
"Nope. Harry."
Harry sighed. "Truth."
"Alright then. Harry, I dare you to kiss Malfoy in the hallway before double potions tomorrow morning."
"Hey, I said TRUTH!"
Seamus grinned. "Sorry old boy, just be glad it's not Snape."
"But... but..." Harry stammered. "...But... Malfoy?? No way, you've got to be joking!"
"Well, if you'd rather it be Snape..."
"NO, I'll do it!"
Now it was Ron's turn to grin. "I knew you'd come around."
Harry glared.
The first thought that passed through Harry's mind when he awoke the next morning was 'Oh no. Why did I let them talk me into kissing Malfoy?'
Upon seeing Harry start to stir, an annoyingly cheerful and wide-awake Seamus bounded over to his bedside and hollered in his ear.
"RISE AND SHINE, HARRY, IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE YOUR LUCKY DAY!"
"Mmpf. Go away, Seamus." Harry rolled over and pulled the blankets up over his head.
Seamus was not about to be ignored. He yanked the blankets onto the floor, revealing a very grumpy Harry with his eyes scrunched shut, dressed in green, flannel pajamas.
"Morning sunshine!"
Harry somehow managed to look murderous without opening his eyes.
TBC
