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Chapter Three: Dare
It had been two weeks since Draco had proposed the game of Truth or Dare, and Hermione was seriously doubting his sincerity. After all, he was a Malfoy.
Not that two weeks made any difference to Harry, Ron and Hermione's friendship, it still remained as shattered as ever. Hermione had finally resorted to referring to them as her fellow Gryffindors. Ginny still wasn't talking to Harry and Ron either, and she and Hermione had become closer than ever, but Hermione still felt something was severely lacking in her life until late one Saturday night, when she woke up to hear the familiar rapping on her door.
"Granger? Oh, Granger?"
"Shut up," she mumbled into her pillow.
"Oh, my dear Granger, I don't feel like shutting up. In fact, I feel a ballad coming on -"
"Come on in, then," she muttered, feeling extremely pissed. It was exactly one a.m. in the morning, and the last person she wanted to hear burst into a Celine Dion type song was Draco Malfoy. But seeing as he was already in her room sitting on her bed, there was very little Hermione could do about it.
"Please turn on a light, Granger," said Draco, demandingly.
Hermione sighed, and reached over turning on her lamp. She sat up in bed, facing Draco. "I'm here to talk business," he said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, better go scurrying off to Pansy, then. I'm sure she'd give you a good fifty Galleons if you bang her in the right places."
Draco snorted. "Granger, in case you haven't noticed Pansy is a pug-faced bitch who needs to visit the 'place where you have a normal arse-shape.'"
Hermione rolled out of bed, and stood up. "You're talking business ..."
"Two words. Truth or Dare?" Draco asked.
Hermione straightened. "Two words," she said, "fuck off."
Draco shrugged. "Hey, you agreed. We both know you'd love to see me moon Snape."
Hermione bit back a laugh. "Truth."
"Hmm ... do you have any veritaserum?" asked Draco, raising his eyebrows.
"No."
"I think Snape does," mused Draco. "I could probably steal it ..."
Hermione sighed again. This way getting way out of hand, maybe she should just go for a dare, maybe that would be easier - "Dare," she said suddenly.
"Dare?" Draco repeated.
"Dare," she said, firmly.
"Dare ..." Draco said, happily. "I dare you to successfully make out with Potter and Weasley in the space of two days without either of them finding out about the other."
Hermione stared at him. "Do you hear a phone?"
Draco stared at her. "What's a phone?"
"Nothing," Hermione said quickly.
"Did you hear me?"
"What?"
"I said, 'did you hear me?'" Draco asked.
"Sorry," said Hermione loudly. "I can't hear you."
Draco sighed. "Look ... Granger. We made a deal. No war, just games. You either agree or not. If not, it's over. Back to our boring old lives. So, what is it, Granger? You agree?" He extended his hand forward. Hermione stared at it, and suddenly her hand was in his. "Agree."
Draco smirked. "I love fucking with people."
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It was two p.m. in the afternoon, and Hermione was working on Part A of her dare. Kissing Harry. She didn't how she would manage it, she wasn't even speaking to Harry anymore. And then there was Ron. She might even go as far as saying she hated Ron. After this was over, Draco Malfoy was a dead man.
She leaned back against the portrait of The Fat Lady, waiting. Not that she had any idea what to say. "Hey Harry, d'you mind if I stick my tongue down your throat?" Not likely.
Suddenly, Lavender and Parvati approached eyeing her jealously. "Yeah," she she said, "waiting for Harry. You wouldn't by any chance know where he is?"
Lavender and Parvati didn't reply, they just cocked their heads behind them where Harry was heading towards them. Hermione nodded in thanks, as Lavender muttered something and the portrait of the Fat Lady swung open. "Hi Harry," said Hermione nervously.
Harry looked shocked at being referred to as an old friend by Hermione. He slowly smiled, "Hermione."
"Uh - I need to talk to you. How do you feel about my dormitory?" she asked.
Harry cocked his eyebrows in surprise. "I feel good."
Hermione smiled. "Good."
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So far, Part A of her dare was going very smoothly. Harry and Hermione were on her bed, not kissing, only touching. Well ... it was now or never. Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry very lightly on the mouth, to her surprise he responded almost instantly. He gently tried to push her mouth open with his tongue, and Hermione reluctantly obliged. Soon this would be over ... and soon it was.
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"Ron!" she called. "Ron!" Hermione tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. Where in the world could he be? Oh right, he was probably spending some quality time with anything with tits and blonde hair in his dormitory.
She looked around the common room, glancingly pleadingly at Dean, who just shrugged helplessly.
Suddenly, Ron appeared at the bottom of the staircase leading towards his dormitory. Lavender appeared after him, her hair tousled slightly and her subtle lip stick smudged. Hermione suddenly felt this was the last place she wanted to be.
Ron looked at her. "Were you calling me, then?"
Hermione merely nodded. Ron moved in front of her, and said just so she could hear, "Do you want to go somewhere private?"
Hermione nodded again, and Ron pushed past Lavender quite rudely and lead Hermione towards his dormitory.
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"You got a dare?" he repeated. "From Malfoy?" Hermione just sat there, nervously twiddling her thumbs. "Since when do you take orders from Malfoy?"
"Since now," said Hermione. "Our friendships pratically dead, and I don't really think I can read any more books."
Ron rocked from side to side on his bed. He mumbled something under his breath.
Hermione stared at him. "What was that?"
"Sorry, Herm," he said quietly, "I didn't mean to be such a dickhead."
Hermione laughed softly. "Just don't let it happen again."
Ron nodded. "Does Harry know?"
Hermione squirmed uncomfortably on Ron's bed. "Well ... we didn't exactly do much ... talking."
Ron looked at her. "You mean - you kissed?"
"I mean - yes," said Hermione. "But he's changed Ron," she said quickly, "he doesn't exactly listen anymore."
"Yeah," he sighed, "Harry doesn't exactly have Voldemort on his mind anymore. It's his Cho-loss, it's every seventh year, it's the fifth year he impregnated last week."
"He got a girl pregnant?!" Hermione squealed.
"Nah, I'm just fucking with you," Ron said, chuckling. "Er - Hermione? Does this mean we get to - ,"
"Don't even think about it," said Hermione.
"Right."
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"DRACO-WHATEVER THE FUCK YOUR MIDDLE NAME IS-MALFOY!" screamed Hermione. "OPEN THIS DOOR OR I WILL FUCKIN' -,"
"Fuckin' what," said Draco, opening his door, "truth me, will you? I'm afraid Snape will get too excited if I reveal my bare arse to the git."
"I'm not here to truth you, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled. "I'm here to get revenge!"
"What?" smiled Draco. "Weasley bite your tongue?"
Hermione slammed her hand on the doorframe. "Let me in," she hissed.
Draco stepped inside, and Hermione swept into his room. It was almost the opposite of her's. Instead of the red and gold curtains, there were bright green ones blocking out any sunshine that could possibly creep into his room. His bed was surronded by a thin mosquito net, that was trimmed by a sparkling silver.
"Fantastic, isn't it Granger?" Draco asked, interrupting Hermione's thoughts.
"Oh yeah, I'm practically drooling," Hermione said.
"All right, so revenge. Revenge away," said Draco.
"I kissed Harry," she said, "it sucked. I kissed Ron, it sucked. I'm in a deal that I can't get out of, and I want sweet revenge."
Draco smirked at the news of Harry and Ron's performance. This was music to his ears. "But, I'm kind of bringing in something to help me, you don't mind, do you?" Hermione said. Draco shrugged, and Hermione gestured for something to come in. Trouble was, on Malfoy's part, that something was a someone. And that someone was Ron Weasley.
"What!" Draco yelled. "Weasley?"
"You NEVER said I couldn't have help, and the same for you. It's only that, this boy here has been the butt of every rude joke, and cruel prank from his family since he was born. Now, wouldn't that help me in this situation? Hmm ..." Draco just stood there, muttering insults and staring at the pair, wide-eyed. "You didn't kiss him, did you?" he asked, jerking his head towards Ron.
Hermione just smiled at him. "Oh, I love fucking with people."