It's another chapter about the game of Truth or Dare. Hey, my apologies for
the typographical error on the previous chapter, about Crookshanks,
Hermione's "cat" not "rat". I might have pressed the wrong button.
Haha...This contains another HermDraco thing so better read this or
else...Haha...R/R plz....
CHAPTER 5
Parvati smiled. "Why don't...you, Malfoy? Ride with Hermione?" she suggested.
Draco looked horrified. "I am not doing another dare with that mudblood! One is enough!" he exclaimed.
"I agree!" Hermione added, nodding her head.
Parvati ignored their comments. "Besides, we can say Draco's a professional one, don't you think? He plays Quidditch."
"No! Why can't it be Harry? Or Fred? Or George?" Hermione asked in despair.
"I think not," Parvati replied. "Go on, Draco. Get your broomstick."
Draco groaned. He transported himself to his room and was back in a flash, his broomstick on his left hand and a smug look on his face. The twins opened the windows for them.
"You're not thinking..." Hermione started, staring at them nervously.
"Move, Granger. And let's get this over with," Draco said. Hermione just stood there like a statue. Draco sighed and seized her by the hand and motioned for her to sit on the broomstick.
"I really think this is a bad---"Hermione's sentence was cut short when Draco finally carried her in his strong arms and placed her on the broomstick. Before she could even argue, he mounted the broom, kicked the ground and soared outside, heading to the Quidditch field, with Parvati and the rest looking at them.
"Aahhh!!!" Hermione screamed as they rose higher and higher. She looked down at the ground and felt a shiver ran down her spine as she let out another scream.
"Don't look down, you idiot!" Draco told her as he hovered higher in the air. Then, his lips curled into a smile. Since they're already here, why not play with her for a while? They reached the goalposts with the speed of lightning. Hermione was so scared that she was forced to hug Draco's body for support as the wind whipped her hair.
"Put me down right this second!!!" Hermione demanded, slapping Draco's back very hard but to Draco's muscular body, it had no effect. Draco smiled.
"Put you down?" he said.
"Yes!!! I cannot stand another second with you on this bloody broom!" Hermione shouted.
"As you wish," he said and pushed Hermione so she lost her balance and tipped the broom, falling lower and lower to the ground.
"Aaahhhh!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Draco paid dearly for his moment of fun. Smirking, he raced down and caught Hermione in his arms. "Enjoyed?" he sneered. But there was no answer. Hermione had fainted. "Oh, bummer!" he muttered. "Those Gryffindors are gonna kill me..." He stared at the unconscious Hermione. He noticed her long, wavy brown hair and her cherry red lips. She looked tempting. Mentally scolding himself for fancying a mudblood, he went straight back to the Gryffindor tower where Ron and the others gathered round Hermione. Harry drew out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"How dare you do that to her?!" he exclaimed, ready to hex him.
Draco smirked. "I didn't do anything, stupid. She fainted. Is that my fault?" he replied, glaring at Harry.
"Yes," Harry answered angrily.
Draco shook his head. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Can't you see? It's Patil's fault, not mine. She was the one who dared filthy Granger, didn't she?" he said.
Ron, who was overhearing the whole conversation, moved forward. "Don't you dare call my best friend that way!!! You'll pay for this, Malfoy!" he exclaimed, pulling out his wand but George and Fred stopped him and Harry.
"And you call yourself a Quidditch player..." Ron said, fuming.
"Shh!!! Enough, Ron. Let's just continue with the game," Parvati said.
"And Hermione? Shouldn't we take her to the Hospital Wing?" Ron blurted out.
"No need to. She just fainted anyway. Don't worry, she'll be fine," Lavender told him.
"But---"
"It's ok, Ron. Calm down," Lavender said. Ron slumped on a chair and watched as Harry and his brothers carried Hermione and lay her on a couch.
"So what now?" Lavender asked.
"Let's just continue with the game while waiting for her to wake up," Harry suggested. The others nodded in approval.
"Ok, I'll call on someone," Parvati said. "Uh, Malfoy? Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," Draco responded, scared that they might order him to do something that has to deal with Hermione, like kissing her while sleeping.
Parvati's face brightened. "What do you like in girls?" she asked shyly. The guys groaned.
"Oh, puh-leez," Ron looked like he's gonna be sick.
"You wasted the chance to get back on him," Harry said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Creamy skin, nice curves, pretty face and...brains," he replied dully.
"Brains? Oh, I understand. Malfoy's worried his future children might not be smart. After all, it's the father they should blame," Fred said, snickering.
Draco glared at them. "Like you and your siblings should pick someone rich to marry to make your poor parents happy," he said sarcastically. The Weasleys all turned red.
"What did you say?!" Ron exclaimed, clenching his fists.
"There, there, let's not fight," Lavender chimed in.
Draco smirked. "Right. Besides, I'm gonna ask Potter truth or dare," he said, grinning slyly.
Harry glared at him. "Dare," he said bravely.
Draco's eyes twinkled. "Tsk. Right. I want you to dress up in a pink bathrobe with fuzzy, fluffy slippers, complete with that...what do you call that greenish cream Muggles girls use on their face every evening? And oh, with cucumbers on your eyes and lipstick too. The thick, red one please. You have to model your outfit outside. Are we clear on that?"
Harry was frozen on the spot. "But—"
"No buts, Potter. You have 5 minutes to get dressed."
Harry's mouth hung open. "Oh...I hate you, Malfoy," he said through gritted teeth.
"I know," Malfoy replied back.
"This is gonna be exciting!" Lavender squealed as she and Parvati dragged Harry to the bathroom. Precisely after 5 minutes, Harry reluctantly went out of the bathroom. Ron and the twins had to squint and look closely to see if it was really Harry.
"You know, Harry, I was thinking...you look like that aunt of yours at that Muggle street where you live, Privacy Driver," Fred told him.
"You mean Privet Drive," Harry corrected.
Draco was on the floor, laughing, when he spotted Harry. The others had never saw him laugh so hard before. "Whatever, Potter. Go show it to your freakin' fans," he said, wiping tears on his eyes.
Harry blushed and went out of the common room where he met many people. They were all staring at him incredulously.
"Oh, my gosh! Harry Potter has turned gay!" Ernie McMillan exclaimed out loud.
"I-I saw him earlier this morning and he was singing Jingle Bells!" another one shouted.
"And did you know, Moaning Myrtle told me Harry had confessed his love for her!" Hannah Abbott said.
"I think he's gone crazy!" a fifth year Hufflepuff exclaimed.
Harry's face turned crimson as he quickly dashed upstairs and hid, his friends following him.
"Did you hear them? They think I'm insane!" Harry bursted.
"Good for you," Draco said, who couldn't hold his laughter at the reactions of the fans of his arch-enemy.
"At least it's over," George said.
"Very nice, Harry," Parvati said, giggling.
Harry blushed. "I really hate you, Malfoy!" he exclaimed. Draco just smirked.
"Hey, why don't we go back to the dormitory and see if Hermione's awake?" Ron suggested.
"Yeah, let's go," Draco agreed.
"Oh, you two admirers can't wait. I know you're so excited to see her, but we're in the middle of the game and I'm pretty bored at the common room, you know," Fred said.
"What admirers?!" Draco exclaimed furiously. "I just...wanted to go there to...to...make sure Pansy doesn't find me!"
"Yeah, right," Harry said, sniggering.
"Ok fine, let's visit her later," Ron said at last, but it was obvious in his tone of voice that he still wants to see Hermione.
"Whose turn is it to ask?" George asked.
"Mine," Harry replied. "Parvati, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you think Ron's hot?"
"Of course not! What a question, Harry!" Parvati said loudly. "I'd rather swallow a live snake than go out with that moron!"
Ron looked taken aback. He was about to lunge on Parvati but Harry stopped him. "You...you..."
Parvati rolled her eyes and turned to Ron.
"Dare."
"I want you to go find Neville and ask him to make a love potion for you. Then, you have to sample it," Parvati told her.
Ron looked petrified. "What?! You called me a moron and now you ask me to commit suicide by having Neville make a potion for me?!" he exclaimed.
Parvati smiled sweetly. "Yes," she answered.
Ron looked at Harry pleadingly, but Harry just shrugged. "Oh, why do I always get the worst dares?" Ron whined. The others just laughed as they followed Ron who spotted Neville with Dean and Seamus in the Great Hall, having their fifth serving of pudding.
"Hey guys," Ron greeted, trying to sound cheerful. He watched the others watch him from their hiding place. "Ron!" Dean said. "Have you seen Harry?"
"No," Ron lied. "Anyway, can I interrupt your little chat? I need to speak with Neville."
"Sure. We'll just go and find Harry, Ok? Bye, Neville, Ron," Seamus said and left him with Ron.
"Uh, what do you want to talk about?" Neville asked.
"Uh, well, I came here for help," Ron said.
"What for?"
Ron shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know where to start. "Well, let's just say I've fallen in love with a girl, but she doesn't like me...So I've decided to drink a love potion which will make her fall in love with me. But, you see...according to a certain book...the potion will only be successful if...a friend will help..." he lied.
"So? What's that gotta do with me?" Neville asked.
He's so stupid, Ron thought. "You have to do the potion for me," he told him matter-of-factly.
Neville looked at him disapprovingly. "But...you know I'm not good at Potions. Why don't you ask Harry or Hermione to do it?" he objected.
"I can't! I mean...if I ask them, they'd ask me who the girl is, and I don't plan to tell them! But you, oh, Neville...you're the only one who doesn't make fun of me...and...I trust you. So please, help me, friend," Ron pleaded.
Neville felt flattered. He looked determined. "Do not worry, my dear friend Ron. I will do my best to brew the perfect love potion for your beloved. And you'll see, I won't fail you," he said.
"Uh, thank you," Ron said, regretting that he chose dare.
After awhile, it was already finished. Ron tried his best not to faint when Neville handed him a bottle containing a red liquid potion. It stinks so much and reminded Ron of the very first meal that his sister Ginny had cooked. It smelled like rotten eggs and burnt pies.
"Go ahead. Drink it," Neville urged.
Ron's face tightened as he drank the potion. He felt the liquid pass through his lungs and down his stomach. He then felt horns coming out of his head and tiny wings sprout on his back, he let out a scream. When he looked at himself in the mirror, his skin was black and he looked like some sort of ugly, stupid monster.
"Oops, sorry, Ron," Neville said nervously, afraid that Ron might blow up. "Must have added too much lacewings."
"NEVILLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Hope you like this chapter. R/R please!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHAPTER 5
Parvati smiled. "Why don't...you, Malfoy? Ride with Hermione?" she suggested.
Draco looked horrified. "I am not doing another dare with that mudblood! One is enough!" he exclaimed.
"I agree!" Hermione added, nodding her head.
Parvati ignored their comments. "Besides, we can say Draco's a professional one, don't you think? He plays Quidditch."
"No! Why can't it be Harry? Or Fred? Or George?" Hermione asked in despair.
"I think not," Parvati replied. "Go on, Draco. Get your broomstick."
Draco groaned. He transported himself to his room and was back in a flash, his broomstick on his left hand and a smug look on his face. The twins opened the windows for them.
"You're not thinking..." Hermione started, staring at them nervously.
"Move, Granger. And let's get this over with," Draco said. Hermione just stood there like a statue. Draco sighed and seized her by the hand and motioned for her to sit on the broomstick.
"I really think this is a bad---"Hermione's sentence was cut short when Draco finally carried her in his strong arms and placed her on the broomstick. Before she could even argue, he mounted the broom, kicked the ground and soared outside, heading to the Quidditch field, with Parvati and the rest looking at them.
"Aahhh!!!" Hermione screamed as they rose higher and higher. She looked down at the ground and felt a shiver ran down her spine as she let out another scream.
"Don't look down, you idiot!" Draco told her as he hovered higher in the air. Then, his lips curled into a smile. Since they're already here, why not play with her for a while? They reached the goalposts with the speed of lightning. Hermione was so scared that she was forced to hug Draco's body for support as the wind whipped her hair.
"Put me down right this second!!!" Hermione demanded, slapping Draco's back very hard but to Draco's muscular body, it had no effect. Draco smiled.
"Put you down?" he said.
"Yes!!! I cannot stand another second with you on this bloody broom!" Hermione shouted.
"As you wish," he said and pushed Hermione so she lost her balance and tipped the broom, falling lower and lower to the ground.
"Aaahhhh!!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Draco paid dearly for his moment of fun. Smirking, he raced down and caught Hermione in his arms. "Enjoyed?" he sneered. But there was no answer. Hermione had fainted. "Oh, bummer!" he muttered. "Those Gryffindors are gonna kill me..." He stared at the unconscious Hermione. He noticed her long, wavy brown hair and her cherry red lips. She looked tempting. Mentally scolding himself for fancying a mudblood, he went straight back to the Gryffindor tower where Ron and the others gathered round Hermione. Harry drew out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy.
"How dare you do that to her?!" he exclaimed, ready to hex him.
Draco smirked. "I didn't do anything, stupid. She fainted. Is that my fault?" he replied, glaring at Harry.
"Yes," Harry answered angrily.
Draco shook his head. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Can't you see? It's Patil's fault, not mine. She was the one who dared filthy Granger, didn't she?" he said.
Ron, who was overhearing the whole conversation, moved forward. "Don't you dare call my best friend that way!!! You'll pay for this, Malfoy!" he exclaimed, pulling out his wand but George and Fred stopped him and Harry.
"And you call yourself a Quidditch player..." Ron said, fuming.
"Shh!!! Enough, Ron. Let's just continue with the game," Parvati said.
"And Hermione? Shouldn't we take her to the Hospital Wing?" Ron blurted out.
"No need to. She just fainted anyway. Don't worry, she'll be fine," Lavender told him.
"But---"
"It's ok, Ron. Calm down," Lavender said. Ron slumped on a chair and watched as Harry and his brothers carried Hermione and lay her on a couch.
"So what now?" Lavender asked.
"Let's just continue with the game while waiting for her to wake up," Harry suggested. The others nodded in approval.
"Ok, I'll call on someone," Parvati said. "Uh, Malfoy? Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," Draco responded, scared that they might order him to do something that has to deal with Hermione, like kissing her while sleeping.
Parvati's face brightened. "What do you like in girls?" she asked shyly. The guys groaned.
"Oh, puh-leez," Ron looked like he's gonna be sick.
"You wasted the chance to get back on him," Harry said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Creamy skin, nice curves, pretty face and...brains," he replied dully.
"Brains? Oh, I understand. Malfoy's worried his future children might not be smart. After all, it's the father they should blame," Fred said, snickering.
Draco glared at them. "Like you and your siblings should pick someone rich to marry to make your poor parents happy," he said sarcastically. The Weasleys all turned red.
"What did you say?!" Ron exclaimed, clenching his fists.
"There, there, let's not fight," Lavender chimed in.
Draco smirked. "Right. Besides, I'm gonna ask Potter truth or dare," he said, grinning slyly.
Harry glared at him. "Dare," he said bravely.
Draco's eyes twinkled. "Tsk. Right. I want you to dress up in a pink bathrobe with fuzzy, fluffy slippers, complete with that...what do you call that greenish cream Muggles girls use on their face every evening? And oh, with cucumbers on your eyes and lipstick too. The thick, red one please. You have to model your outfit outside. Are we clear on that?"
Harry was frozen on the spot. "But—"
"No buts, Potter. You have 5 minutes to get dressed."
Harry's mouth hung open. "Oh...I hate you, Malfoy," he said through gritted teeth.
"I know," Malfoy replied back.
"This is gonna be exciting!" Lavender squealed as she and Parvati dragged Harry to the bathroom. Precisely after 5 minutes, Harry reluctantly went out of the bathroom. Ron and the twins had to squint and look closely to see if it was really Harry.
"You know, Harry, I was thinking...you look like that aunt of yours at that Muggle street where you live, Privacy Driver," Fred told him.
"You mean Privet Drive," Harry corrected.
Draco was on the floor, laughing, when he spotted Harry. The others had never saw him laugh so hard before. "Whatever, Potter. Go show it to your freakin' fans," he said, wiping tears on his eyes.
Harry blushed and went out of the common room where he met many people. They were all staring at him incredulously.
"Oh, my gosh! Harry Potter has turned gay!" Ernie McMillan exclaimed out loud.
"I-I saw him earlier this morning and he was singing Jingle Bells!" another one shouted.
"And did you know, Moaning Myrtle told me Harry had confessed his love for her!" Hannah Abbott said.
"I think he's gone crazy!" a fifth year Hufflepuff exclaimed.
Harry's face turned crimson as he quickly dashed upstairs and hid, his friends following him.
"Did you hear them? They think I'm insane!" Harry bursted.
"Good for you," Draco said, who couldn't hold his laughter at the reactions of the fans of his arch-enemy.
"At least it's over," George said.
"Very nice, Harry," Parvati said, giggling.
Harry blushed. "I really hate you, Malfoy!" he exclaimed. Draco just smirked.
"Hey, why don't we go back to the dormitory and see if Hermione's awake?" Ron suggested.
"Yeah, let's go," Draco agreed.
"Oh, you two admirers can't wait. I know you're so excited to see her, but we're in the middle of the game and I'm pretty bored at the common room, you know," Fred said.
"What admirers?!" Draco exclaimed furiously. "I just...wanted to go there to...to...make sure Pansy doesn't find me!"
"Yeah, right," Harry said, sniggering.
"Ok fine, let's visit her later," Ron said at last, but it was obvious in his tone of voice that he still wants to see Hermione.
"Whose turn is it to ask?" George asked.
"Mine," Harry replied. "Parvati, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you think Ron's hot?"
"Of course not! What a question, Harry!" Parvati said loudly. "I'd rather swallow a live snake than go out with that moron!"
Ron looked taken aback. He was about to lunge on Parvati but Harry stopped him. "You...you..."
Parvati rolled her eyes and turned to Ron.
"Dare."
"I want you to go find Neville and ask him to make a love potion for you. Then, you have to sample it," Parvati told her.
Ron looked petrified. "What?! You called me a moron and now you ask me to commit suicide by having Neville make a potion for me?!" he exclaimed.
Parvati smiled sweetly. "Yes," she answered.
Ron looked at Harry pleadingly, but Harry just shrugged. "Oh, why do I always get the worst dares?" Ron whined. The others just laughed as they followed Ron who spotted Neville with Dean and Seamus in the Great Hall, having their fifth serving of pudding.
"Hey guys," Ron greeted, trying to sound cheerful. He watched the others watch him from their hiding place. "Ron!" Dean said. "Have you seen Harry?"
"No," Ron lied. "Anyway, can I interrupt your little chat? I need to speak with Neville."
"Sure. We'll just go and find Harry, Ok? Bye, Neville, Ron," Seamus said and left him with Ron.
"Uh, what do you want to talk about?" Neville asked.
"Uh, well, I came here for help," Ron said.
"What for?"
Ron shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know where to start. "Well, let's just say I've fallen in love with a girl, but she doesn't like me...So I've decided to drink a love potion which will make her fall in love with me. But, you see...according to a certain book...the potion will only be successful if...a friend will help..." he lied.
"So? What's that gotta do with me?" Neville asked.
He's so stupid, Ron thought. "You have to do the potion for me," he told him matter-of-factly.
Neville looked at him disapprovingly. "But...you know I'm not good at Potions. Why don't you ask Harry or Hermione to do it?" he objected.
"I can't! I mean...if I ask them, they'd ask me who the girl is, and I don't plan to tell them! But you, oh, Neville...you're the only one who doesn't make fun of me...and...I trust you. So please, help me, friend," Ron pleaded.
Neville felt flattered. He looked determined. "Do not worry, my dear friend Ron. I will do my best to brew the perfect love potion for your beloved. And you'll see, I won't fail you," he said.
"Uh, thank you," Ron said, regretting that he chose dare.
After awhile, it was already finished. Ron tried his best not to faint when Neville handed him a bottle containing a red liquid potion. It stinks so much and reminded Ron of the very first meal that his sister Ginny had cooked. It smelled like rotten eggs and burnt pies.
"Go ahead. Drink it," Neville urged.
Ron's face tightened as he drank the potion. He felt the liquid pass through his lungs and down his stomach. He then felt horns coming out of his head and tiny wings sprout on his back, he let out a scream. When he looked at himself in the mirror, his skin was black and he looked like some sort of ugly, stupid monster.
"Oops, sorry, Ron," Neville said nervously, afraid that Ron might blow up. "Must have added too much lacewings."
"NEVILLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Hope you like this chapter. R/R please!!!!!!!!!!!!!