To Cereza: THIS CHAPTER IS AWESOME!!! Harry's learning that he can't have
Hermione. But next chapter is the start of Hermione/Draco. I bet you can't
wait!!! Just as a side-note thing, Luna has to be in seventh year to make
my story work. So she's in seventh year as of now. K? To my other
reviewers, I LOVE YOU!!! So without further ado, here's the long awaited
chapter: Truth or Dare.
The time for Truth or Dare came, although it soon became evident that Spin the Bottle would be included, too. Harry and Ron could only groan and feel depressed at this, while Hermione felt perfectly okay.
Everyone was assembled in a circle. The lights were out, and a single floating candle hovered just above the ground in the middle of the circle.
"Okay," said Lavender, who had started this and was taking charge. "We start with whoever I pick and go clockwise. You choose a Truth, Dare, or spin the bottle yourself."
Naturally, each quarter of the square was a different house. There were about thirty people present. Harry and Ron sat on either side of Hermione. "I choose Parvati," decided Lavender. "You start."
Parvati grinned. "Okay," she said. "I dare, um. Neville. Run throught the halls in your boxers only yelling, 'I love Snape.'"
Several people laughed.
"What?" asked Neville incredulously. Always picked on, the poor guy.
"I'll go with to make sure you do it," said Parvati. "You guys can keep playing." She led a gloomy Neville out the door.
Parvati was the last Gryffindor to the left, actually, so the Ravenclaws went next.
Nothing interesting happened there, save Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith having to kiss.
"Never, ever again!" shouted Michael angrily, wiping off his lips as people were lying on the ground laughing. He had, of course, asked for a re- spin, but that wasn't according to rules.
"That's why you're not gay!" laughed Terry Boot.
Surprisingly, Luna didn't ask Ron about his feelings for her.
Next came the Slytherins. There ran a shiver throughout the room. Everyone knew that here is where it got interesting. Truth or Dare wasn't complete without Slytherins, especially Draco.
When it came Pansy's turn, she turned to Hermione.
"Granger," she said slowly. "What, shall we say, feelings do you have for- " She paused to grin- "Draco."
Hermione could have cursed her on the spot, as would have Harry and Ron.
Hermione practically felt steam rising off her face. "He's hot," she said quietly, quite embarrassed and not looking at Harry. "But that's all." Draco just barely twisted his mouth into a smile at her, one that only she saw. Hermione quickly arranged a frown on her face, which she showed to Pansy. "He's a bastard, really," she forced herself to say. Harry and Ron could've hugged Hermione for that last comment. Some people sniggered. After all, this was enemy-of-the-hear matchings.
"Okay," said Pansy, satisfied. "Draco, you go."
Draco was contemplating what to do. He couldn't think of anything to do to Potter besides daring him to kill himself, but that wouldn't do, however tempting it was. Nothing for Weasley. He could dare Hermione to kiss him, but that would be way too obvious.
Everyone was anticipating Draco's next words, as they knew he was the best at this game. However, he reached over and spun the bottle, throwing all caution to the winds.
Murphy's law for Harry and Ron. Hermione was embarrassed, Draco pleased. The empty butterbeer bottle had landed on Hermione. This was going to be fun, or so Draco thought.
"Ooooh," said everyone in unison. It couldn't get better than this.
Draco got up, determinedly going to rub this in Potter's face. Draco was up for a challenge, and this was a damn good one.
Some Gryffindors closed their eyes, preferring not to see this, among them Ron. But Harry just had to see what Hermione was going to do.
The Slytherins had set up a chant of "Draco! Draco!" The suspense was building.
Lavender screamed, "Run, Hermione!" just before lips met lips.
The kiss should have been a millisecond long, as Hermione intended, but Draco wouldn't let go.
"Draco Malfoy, get over here this instant!" said Pansy indignantly.
Harry felt Malfoy should do just what Pansy was saying. He felt like throwing up. His Hermione. Kissing Malfoy.
The kiss seemed to take for ages, but it was about five seconds (A/N If you count for five seconds, that's actually pretty long).
Hermione half wanted to stay like this and half didn't but knew Harry was watching.
Draco knew this was the ultimate test. Would he be able to French her? Oh, yes, he did, and it was too good for her own damn good.
He eventually pulled away, smirked at Potter, winked at Hermione, and went back to his spot. Harry was seriously fighting the urge to kill him but waited for his turn to come. Oh, it was payback and sweet vengeance for sure.
Nothing unusual happened for the rest of the Slytherins, but Draco's turn alone had been far more than enough.
Neville came bursting back in, with clothes on, thank God, a while later.
"Snape gave me detention!" he said, looking like he was going to cry. People laughed.
During the Hufflepuffs, everyone found out that Hanna Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchley had slept together that week.
When the turns came back to the Gryffindors, Lavender consulted with Parvati quietly.
"Draco Malfoy," Lavender giggled, "are you"- here she lapsed into fits of laughter so Parvati finished the sentence for her.
"She wants to know if you're a virgin or not."
Draco didn't even change facial expression. He answered "no" as if it was the stupidest question in the world.
Hermione very well believed he's slept with Pansy, but she was wrong.
Pansy glared at Draco.
Ron muttered, "What did you expect?"
Harry thought, he just sleeps around with everyone. Of course, he'd be willing to with Hermione.
Dean ended up kissing Pansy, poor guy. Pansy didn't want to, but rules were rules.
Seamus admitted he liked Ginny Weasley, but she wasn't there, so she didn't hear. Hermione made a mental note to tell her, though. Maybe she could hook them up.
Ron politely declined his turn, but not without many boos. (A/N I really wasn't sure what to have him do.)
When it came Hermione's turn, she kept it innocent and asked Ron how much he liked Luna. Turned out he only started liking her that day when she asked him out, and not even a lot at that. She didn't mind.
Everyone was now staring at Harry with the same awe and respect they showed towards Draco.
They all wanted to see what Harry would do as payback.
"Malfoy," Harry began, their eyes locked and neither smiling. "What are his plans for her?" Harry spoke in a code he knew only he, Ron, and Malfoy would understand.
"What the hell?" asked several people.
"Yeah, exactly, Potter," sneered Draco. "If you're going to play, just ask the damn question!"
"I asked it," said Harry.
Draco knew exactly what Harry was talking about; his meaning couldn't have been simpler: What are Voldemort's plans and in what way is Hermione included in them? But how did Potter find out about the Dark Lord's part of the scheme? Was it a lucky guess? No. That wouldn't do.
Ron nodded at Harry to show that he understood and that it was a good question.
"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?" asked Draco, playing dumb.
Hermione looked questioningly at Harry, but he shook his head and looked back at Malfoy.
"You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about, Malfoy! Don't be an asshole. Just answer the question!" said Harry, though now he was near shouting.
"I'm afraid I'm not being an asshole as much as you are," said Malfoy calmly.
People's heads kept snapping back between Harry and Draco, as if this was quite an interesting tennis match.
Harry pulled out his wand, getting up. Hermione tried to hold him back to no avail.
Draco didn't look surprised, but he rather pulled out his own wand and said, "Duel, then?"
"Harry, get back here!" urged Hermione. "You're going to get hurt!"
Pansy also screamed warnings to Draco.
A few seconds later, and no one knew what happened, both boys were shooting curses at each other.
Each was so talented at deflecting spells, however, that no damage was being done.
Harry perhaps realized this first, for he dropped his wand and started punching every square inch of Draco that he could find.
Both boys' talent in Muggle dueling, however, was not the same. While being fairly muscular, Draco had a leaner physique than Harry, who might have been a bit stronger (A/N Sorry I had to write that!! That's just how I see Harry and Draco).
The enemies were now both dealing blows to each other.
"Harry!" screamed Hermione. "Stop it!"
Ron was just staring, fascinated. He couldn't move because Hermione was holding him. He caught her unawares and jumped on Malfoy, too.
Other seventh years were just watching, horrified. Some Slytherins were chanting for Draco as they had before.
Hermione ran over to the guys and hovered over them uncertainly, unsure if she should risk her physical well-being to stop this brawl.
When she thought she could reach Harry without getting hurt, she pulled him off Draco. Ron and Draco immediately stopped punching each other. It was a waste of energy if Potter wasn't in the fight, according to Draco.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" yelled Hermione. "Harry, you're more mature than that!" Harry looked at her, revealing a bloody nose and a cut lip.
"And Malfoy and Ron! You're equally at fault!" continued Hermione. "Let's go, boys." She beckoned Harry and Ron; the trio left to the Head Dorm.
* * * *
Lavender was appalled that her fabulously planned night had broken out in a riot at the end.
"You can all just go now," she said quietly to a frozen audience. "It's midnight.."
Draco was the first to leave. Strangely enough, he'd only bruised his knuckles (A/N Yeah!! He didn't get hurt). Rubbing them, he stalked off, Pansy at his heels.
When it became apparent that Pansy was not going to stop following him, he snapped, "Stop being a bitch and leave me alone."
Pansy opened her mouth and closed it, shocked and at a loss for words.
"Dracie, come on," she said sweetly. "Are you all right?"
"Just shut the bloody hell up, all right?"
He continued walking, glad that Pansy had stayed where she was.
Potter was getting on his nerves.. He knew too much; he was too nosy; and Hermione loved him. He was just in the way.
Draco looked at his knuckles and muttered a quick spell that repaired them.
Potter was going down, and Draco's plan started the next morning.
* * * *
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all congregated in the Head Dorm common room.
After a long silence, Harry muttered, "Sorry."
"No, Harry!" said Hermione, regaining her anger. "What you were doing, I don't know. But that was so inappropriate! The guy didn't do anything to you!"
"What the hell?" asked Harry in disbelief. "Did nothing? What did you call him cursing me, then?"
"I know, Harry, but you even started that. What did he do to you in the first place? You had the stupidest Truth I've ever heard.."
Ron and Harry exchanged significant looks. If only she knew.
"Here," said Hermione. She used a quick spell on Harry and Ron, and they were healed.
"You call that kiss not a reason for me to kill him?" asked Harry.
"Maybe you're being overprotective, Harry," reasoned Hermione. "A guy touches me and you go nuts!"
"No, Mione!" said Harry indignantly. "He didn't touch you; he FRENCHED you! And just to get me pissed off," he added, leading Hermione away from the truth. Was she going to ask about his Truth question? Hopefully not.
"So what did you ask him?" demanded Hermione.
"Inside joke," replied Harry. "Well, not joke, but inside information."
"I'm not going to ask," she said. "Now you two get to bed. At least we'll be able to sleep in tomorrow."
Ron tramped back to Gryffindor Tower, muttering, "Goodnight."
The door closed behind him, and Harry turned to go to his bedroom. "Goodnight."
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" asked Hermione.
Harry snorted. "What? After you were snogging with Malfoy? Maybe after you brush your teeth a few times."
He slammed the door behind him.
Hermione sighed. There was definitely something wrong with this relationship.
The time for Truth or Dare came, although it soon became evident that Spin the Bottle would be included, too. Harry and Ron could only groan and feel depressed at this, while Hermione felt perfectly okay.
Everyone was assembled in a circle. The lights were out, and a single floating candle hovered just above the ground in the middle of the circle.
"Okay," said Lavender, who had started this and was taking charge. "We start with whoever I pick and go clockwise. You choose a Truth, Dare, or spin the bottle yourself."
Naturally, each quarter of the square was a different house. There were about thirty people present. Harry and Ron sat on either side of Hermione. "I choose Parvati," decided Lavender. "You start."
Parvati grinned. "Okay," she said. "I dare, um. Neville. Run throught the halls in your boxers only yelling, 'I love Snape.'"
Several people laughed.
"What?" asked Neville incredulously. Always picked on, the poor guy.
"I'll go with to make sure you do it," said Parvati. "You guys can keep playing." She led a gloomy Neville out the door.
Parvati was the last Gryffindor to the left, actually, so the Ravenclaws went next.
Nothing interesting happened there, save Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith having to kiss.
"Never, ever again!" shouted Michael angrily, wiping off his lips as people were lying on the ground laughing. He had, of course, asked for a re- spin, but that wasn't according to rules.
"That's why you're not gay!" laughed Terry Boot.
Surprisingly, Luna didn't ask Ron about his feelings for her.
Next came the Slytherins. There ran a shiver throughout the room. Everyone knew that here is where it got interesting. Truth or Dare wasn't complete without Slytherins, especially Draco.
When it came Pansy's turn, she turned to Hermione.
"Granger," she said slowly. "What, shall we say, feelings do you have for- " She paused to grin- "Draco."
Hermione could have cursed her on the spot, as would have Harry and Ron.
Hermione practically felt steam rising off her face. "He's hot," she said quietly, quite embarrassed and not looking at Harry. "But that's all." Draco just barely twisted his mouth into a smile at her, one that only she saw. Hermione quickly arranged a frown on her face, which she showed to Pansy. "He's a bastard, really," she forced herself to say. Harry and Ron could've hugged Hermione for that last comment. Some people sniggered. After all, this was enemy-of-the-hear matchings.
"Okay," said Pansy, satisfied. "Draco, you go."
Draco was contemplating what to do. He couldn't think of anything to do to Potter besides daring him to kill himself, but that wouldn't do, however tempting it was. Nothing for Weasley. He could dare Hermione to kiss him, but that would be way too obvious.
Everyone was anticipating Draco's next words, as they knew he was the best at this game. However, he reached over and spun the bottle, throwing all caution to the winds.
Murphy's law for Harry and Ron. Hermione was embarrassed, Draco pleased. The empty butterbeer bottle had landed on Hermione. This was going to be fun, or so Draco thought.
"Ooooh," said everyone in unison. It couldn't get better than this.
Draco got up, determinedly going to rub this in Potter's face. Draco was up for a challenge, and this was a damn good one.
Some Gryffindors closed their eyes, preferring not to see this, among them Ron. But Harry just had to see what Hermione was going to do.
The Slytherins had set up a chant of "Draco! Draco!" The suspense was building.
Lavender screamed, "Run, Hermione!" just before lips met lips.
The kiss should have been a millisecond long, as Hermione intended, but Draco wouldn't let go.
"Draco Malfoy, get over here this instant!" said Pansy indignantly.
Harry felt Malfoy should do just what Pansy was saying. He felt like throwing up. His Hermione. Kissing Malfoy.
The kiss seemed to take for ages, but it was about five seconds (A/N If you count for five seconds, that's actually pretty long).
Hermione half wanted to stay like this and half didn't but knew Harry was watching.
Draco knew this was the ultimate test. Would he be able to French her? Oh, yes, he did, and it was too good for her own damn good.
He eventually pulled away, smirked at Potter, winked at Hermione, and went back to his spot. Harry was seriously fighting the urge to kill him but waited for his turn to come. Oh, it was payback and sweet vengeance for sure.
Nothing unusual happened for the rest of the Slytherins, but Draco's turn alone had been far more than enough.
Neville came bursting back in, with clothes on, thank God, a while later.
"Snape gave me detention!" he said, looking like he was going to cry. People laughed.
During the Hufflepuffs, everyone found out that Hanna Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchley had slept together that week.
When the turns came back to the Gryffindors, Lavender consulted with Parvati quietly.
"Draco Malfoy," Lavender giggled, "are you"- here she lapsed into fits of laughter so Parvati finished the sentence for her.
"She wants to know if you're a virgin or not."
Draco didn't even change facial expression. He answered "no" as if it was the stupidest question in the world.
Hermione very well believed he's slept with Pansy, but she was wrong.
Pansy glared at Draco.
Ron muttered, "What did you expect?"
Harry thought, he just sleeps around with everyone. Of course, he'd be willing to with Hermione.
Dean ended up kissing Pansy, poor guy. Pansy didn't want to, but rules were rules.
Seamus admitted he liked Ginny Weasley, but she wasn't there, so she didn't hear. Hermione made a mental note to tell her, though. Maybe she could hook them up.
Ron politely declined his turn, but not without many boos. (A/N I really wasn't sure what to have him do.)
When it came Hermione's turn, she kept it innocent and asked Ron how much he liked Luna. Turned out he only started liking her that day when she asked him out, and not even a lot at that. She didn't mind.
Everyone was now staring at Harry with the same awe and respect they showed towards Draco.
They all wanted to see what Harry would do as payback.
"Malfoy," Harry began, their eyes locked and neither smiling. "What are his plans for her?" Harry spoke in a code he knew only he, Ron, and Malfoy would understand.
"What the hell?" asked several people.
"Yeah, exactly, Potter," sneered Draco. "If you're going to play, just ask the damn question!"
"I asked it," said Harry.
Draco knew exactly what Harry was talking about; his meaning couldn't have been simpler: What are Voldemort's plans and in what way is Hermione included in them? But how did Potter find out about the Dark Lord's part of the scheme? Was it a lucky guess? No. That wouldn't do.
Ron nodded at Harry to show that he understood and that it was a good question.
"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?" asked Draco, playing dumb.
Hermione looked questioningly at Harry, but he shook his head and looked back at Malfoy.
"You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about, Malfoy! Don't be an asshole. Just answer the question!" said Harry, though now he was near shouting.
"I'm afraid I'm not being an asshole as much as you are," said Malfoy calmly.
People's heads kept snapping back between Harry and Draco, as if this was quite an interesting tennis match.
Harry pulled out his wand, getting up. Hermione tried to hold him back to no avail.
Draco didn't look surprised, but he rather pulled out his own wand and said, "Duel, then?"
"Harry, get back here!" urged Hermione. "You're going to get hurt!"
Pansy also screamed warnings to Draco.
A few seconds later, and no one knew what happened, both boys were shooting curses at each other.
Each was so talented at deflecting spells, however, that no damage was being done.
Harry perhaps realized this first, for he dropped his wand and started punching every square inch of Draco that he could find.
Both boys' talent in Muggle dueling, however, was not the same. While being fairly muscular, Draco had a leaner physique than Harry, who might have been a bit stronger (A/N Sorry I had to write that!! That's just how I see Harry and Draco).
The enemies were now both dealing blows to each other.
"Harry!" screamed Hermione. "Stop it!"
Ron was just staring, fascinated. He couldn't move because Hermione was holding him. He caught her unawares and jumped on Malfoy, too.
Other seventh years were just watching, horrified. Some Slytherins were chanting for Draco as they had before.
Hermione ran over to the guys and hovered over them uncertainly, unsure if she should risk her physical well-being to stop this brawl.
When she thought she could reach Harry without getting hurt, she pulled him off Draco. Ron and Draco immediately stopped punching each other. It was a waste of energy if Potter wasn't in the fight, according to Draco.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" yelled Hermione. "Harry, you're more mature than that!" Harry looked at her, revealing a bloody nose and a cut lip.
"And Malfoy and Ron! You're equally at fault!" continued Hermione. "Let's go, boys." She beckoned Harry and Ron; the trio left to the Head Dorm.
* * * *
Lavender was appalled that her fabulously planned night had broken out in a riot at the end.
"You can all just go now," she said quietly to a frozen audience. "It's midnight.."
Draco was the first to leave. Strangely enough, he'd only bruised his knuckles (A/N Yeah!! He didn't get hurt). Rubbing them, he stalked off, Pansy at his heels.
When it became apparent that Pansy was not going to stop following him, he snapped, "Stop being a bitch and leave me alone."
Pansy opened her mouth and closed it, shocked and at a loss for words.
"Dracie, come on," she said sweetly. "Are you all right?"
"Just shut the bloody hell up, all right?"
He continued walking, glad that Pansy had stayed where she was.
Potter was getting on his nerves.. He knew too much; he was too nosy; and Hermione loved him. He was just in the way.
Draco looked at his knuckles and muttered a quick spell that repaired them.
Potter was going down, and Draco's plan started the next morning.
* * * *
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all congregated in the Head Dorm common room.
After a long silence, Harry muttered, "Sorry."
"No, Harry!" said Hermione, regaining her anger. "What you were doing, I don't know. But that was so inappropriate! The guy didn't do anything to you!"
"What the hell?" asked Harry in disbelief. "Did nothing? What did you call him cursing me, then?"
"I know, Harry, but you even started that. What did he do to you in the first place? You had the stupidest Truth I've ever heard.."
Ron and Harry exchanged significant looks. If only she knew.
"Here," said Hermione. She used a quick spell on Harry and Ron, and they were healed.
"You call that kiss not a reason for me to kill him?" asked Harry.
"Maybe you're being overprotective, Harry," reasoned Hermione. "A guy touches me and you go nuts!"
"No, Mione!" said Harry indignantly. "He didn't touch you; he FRENCHED you! And just to get me pissed off," he added, leading Hermione away from the truth. Was she going to ask about his Truth question? Hopefully not.
"So what did you ask him?" demanded Hermione.
"Inside joke," replied Harry. "Well, not joke, but inside information."
"I'm not going to ask," she said. "Now you two get to bed. At least we'll be able to sleep in tomorrow."
Ron tramped back to Gryffindor Tower, muttering, "Goodnight."
The door closed behind him, and Harry turned to go to his bedroom. "Goodnight."
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" asked Hermione.
Harry snorted. "What? After you were snogging with Malfoy? Maybe after you brush your teeth a few times."
He slammed the door behind him.
Hermione sighed. There was definitely something wrong with this relationship.