The Dare

Author: liyu

Warning: PG-13

Summary: Draco makes a dare he regrets… or does he? H/D

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author Note: The story tentatively tries to take on a plot. New point of view on the situation!

"It's your turn!"

Hermione looked at the green bottle lying on the ground, then at Hannah's cheerful face. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to participate in such a childish game. It wasn't that she had any precise idea in her mind, not like Hannah who hadn't stopped looking at Harry since they've started.

Hermione turned the bottle, hoping it wouldn't fall on a certain guy because that would be so embarrassing. She could kiss Hannah on her cheek and that was ok, but that guy… or she could always choose to tell the truth.

The empty bottle rattled on the floor as it slowly stopped rotating, pointing its neck in the direction of Harry.

He blushed prettily when he gave her a little peck on the cheek and she thought this game wouldn't be so bad at the end. That is until the snicker she heard reminded her exactly why it was such a terrible idea to let Hufflepuffs decide of a way to increase inter-house friendship. Trust them to end up with the most explosive situation ever after a "fair" draw: having Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy playing spin-the-bottle together. Though Hannah sure got her kicks somehow from the situation, judging from the way she was giggling.

Hermione cursed herself on thinking about this as Harry's bottle ended pointing directly opposite him, at Malfoy.

"So, truth or a kiss, Potter?" Malfoy drawled nonchalantly.

He didn't seem as affected as Harry by the situation. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. Probably because he knew Harry wouldn't choose kiss and he would be able to get a nasty truth out of him.

"Truth," Harry said through clenched teeth.

Hermione sighed, hoping they wouldn't start yelling at each other so early in the evening.

"Well then, a simple question. Who was the last person you kissed?"

Hermione turned her head to look at Harry. She was genuinely curious since she never really had any insight in Harry's love life, he didn't talk much after the Chang fiasco. She watched him as his eyes grew wide than narrowed behind his glasses.

"It was a blond."

Malfoy smiled, seeming very pleased with himself.

"Have a thing for blonds?"

He tossed his head to the side, letting his hair fall over his eyes and spun the bottle. Surprisingly, it landed on Harry.

"Who was the last person you kissed?"

"Don't I get to chose between truth and kiss?"

"I asked a question. Answer now."

Malfoy turned around to look at Hannah.

"Can he do that?"

She blushed and stammered, "You have to answer unless you really want a kiss…"

"Mmm…" He put his hand on his chin, acting as if he was thinking. "It was in my dreams."

The bottle suddenly flashed red.

"You lied!" Harry exclaimed.

"I did not!" Malfoy responded.

"You didn't answer the question. You have to answer with a truth and kiss Harry." Hannah timidly said, trying to make her words been heard by the two guys who were glaring at each other. Great, they were going to start a fight.

"I did not lie."

Hermione intervened before it was too late.

"Malfoy, the bottle is charmed. Maybe you didn't lie but you didn't answer the question either."

Malfoy looked at her frowning figure, than at Hannah's expecting face. He then looked back at Harry who was still glaring heatedly at him.

"Fine."

He crossed the space above the bottle to turn Harry's chin slightly and laid a kiss on his cheek. Sitting right beside Harry, Hermione saw that Malfoy's lips barely grazed Harry's skin. Harry didn't blush, but goose bumps appeared on his arm.

"The last person I kissed is Harry Potter."

"Cheater…" Harry mumbled under his breath while seizing the bottle.

Hermione was surprised to not see any other form of protest. He had just been kissed by his enemy, the person who had never touched him in any other way than harmfully, who also happened to be a guy.

Her attention was soon captured by Hannah who barely refrained from squealing in delight when Harry's bottle landed on her.

"Truth or kiss, Hannah?"

"Kiss!"

As Harry leaned in, Hannah turned her head slightly so that instead of kissing her cheek, he kissed her lips. Harry immediately froze. Hermione's eyes narrowed at this dirty move to get a kiss and she noticed that beside her, Malfoy did the same. His body tensed and he opened his mouth as to say something, as Harry backed up slowly, blushing like a tomato.

"Well, one thing for sure, the rumor about you being a slut wasn't truly unfounded," Hermione heard the blond Slytherin drawl. He had lounged back against the couch and seemed to appear quite at ease as he embarrassed Hannah. She blushed, trying to say something but only succeeding in making meaningless noises.

"Tongue not quite used to talking? More talented at doing other things I guess. Well nobody can be perfect, can they?"

"Shut up Malfoy."

"Well Potter, I'm sure you've heard about Miss Abbott's reputation. Didn't you wonder also if it was true?"

Harry glared at Malfoy. Trying to stop the impending conflict, Hannah spun the bottle, hoping to divert everyone's attention, Hermione guessed. It landed on Malfoy and the smirk he had constantly plastered on his face grew.

"Truth or kiss, Abbott?"

"Umm… truth."

Hermione almost hit herself at Hannah's stupidity. A kiss with Malfoy was better than any nasty questions he might ask. But in this situation, Hermione had to agree that it was Hannah's own doing, stealing a kiss from Harry like that.

"Have you ever fantasized about being fucked by Potter?"

Hannah stared without answering, her mouth wide open. Hermione's reaction wasn't so far from hers. She was afraid to look at Harry and see his undoubtedly very mortified face.

"Come on, Abbott, it's a simple enough question for your Hufflepuff mind. Yes or nay?"

"Y… yes…" Hannah whispered, turning redder each second while looking intently at the floor, glancing with something akin to fear or shyness at Harry. Harry had a look on his face that seemed to predict a certain Slytherin's death.

"Don't be upset," Malfoy said in a false cheerful voice while turning the bottle. "I'm sure nobody can resist the wonderful Boy-Who-Lived's charms… Even dear Granger here."

Hermione paled when she saw this dreadful bottle pointed at her.

"Truth or kiss Malfoy?"

"Truth."

"Are you a Death Eater?"

Hannah gasped at the question. Hermione knew it was a bold question, but she wanted to know. It was the perfect opportunity to find out and Malfoy couldn't lie. She glanced at Harry and saw that he was looking intently at Malfoy. Although she was the one who asked the question, Malfoy wasn't paying attention at her. Instead, he was looking back at Harry with the same intensity.

"I have never eaten death, don't think it's quite possible."

"That's not an answer!" Hermione protested.

"The bottle didn't turn red."

It was true. The bottle stayed green as she reached to turn it. She blamed herself for not asking a more precise question.

Harry was still looking at Malfoy, a thoughtful expression on his face.

After that question, nobody asked anything serious. Hermione knew that Malfoy wasn't stupid enough to be fooled into answering the questions she had in mind, the ones that mattered. The atmosphere grew lighter with questions about crushes, friends and embarrassing habits. Hermione was trapped into admitting that she did find Ron well… attractive. The worse was that it was Harry who asked the question.

Hermione noticed that, surprisingly, Malfoy wasn't as nasty as usual. In fact, he was hardly mean to Harry and her. Sometimes he would say things or he would look at Harry and she would swear, if she didn't know him better, that he was teasing him and not in a mean way.

Malfoy had always had a somewhat pale sickly complexion. But tonight, his skin seemed to shine under the lights. And had his eyes always twinkled that way? Hermione had to admit he was handsome, but that fact was usually easily overlooked when he was throwing insults or curses at either her, Ron, Harry or Gryffindors in general. But tonight, something was different, and she couldn't pin down what it was exactly.

Finally, the clock in the room rang and everybody got up, eager to get away and hide their face from the embarrassing things they've said. There was no doubt that tomorrow, all the school will know every bit of what had been said tonight. Hermione searched the crowd for Ron. When she turned back around, Harry was gone.

"Why did you follow me?"

Draco turned around to face Harry in the dark hallway.

"My bottle last landed on you and you didn't have time to answer. Truth or kiss?"

"Don't you think we're a bit too old to play this game?"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"You're not too old to play I-dare-you."

Draco frowned.

"What's this about?"

"Truth or kiss."

"Honestly Potter, I'm not in the mood for your childish play."

Draco turned back to continue walking when Harry grabbed his arm and pushed him to the wall. Draco frowned again and pushed back. But Harry was stronger and managed to pin him to the wall. Draco's eyes widened.

"Potter! We are in a hallway, anybody could come anytime!"

"That's right, people might walk by, even if this hallway is not used often. You have to decide fast. Truth or kiss?"

Draco glared.

"What's with you tonight?" Draco muttered.

"I should ask you what's with you. Looking at me like that all night. Do you want everybody to know?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you really think Hermione did not see how you were acting? How do you think I would explain to her this… thing between us?"

Draco looked sharply at Harry.

"You're mad. I wasn't acting out of ordinary. Now let me go or…"

"Or what? You'll dare me to let you go and you think I'll do it?"

Draco tried to push Harry's hands away from him, but the grasp on his arm only became tighter, almost painful.

"Take your hands off me. This is not a game."

"You've been playing games with me since the beginning of the year."

"Potter…" Draco almost growled, his anger making him lose his countenance.

"Daring me to do things as if you knew I'm some kind of innocent Gryffindor that'll react if you push the right button. Showing me the graveyard…"

"That's enough!"

Draco pushed Harry with both hands but didn't manage to make the Gryffindor budge. He knew he should take out his wand and curse the Gryffindor but he couldn't. He was angered, but Harry had put his hand on him and was rubbing oh so slowly. Draco couldn't help but push back, his face contorted in anguish at his inability to control his body.

"Stop it!"

Draco began to struggle and Harry pressed him harder against the wall. Draco felt a hardness nudge his hip and stopped, surprised. He looked up in the other's eyes, searching.

"What do you want?" he whispered.

"Are you a Death Eater?" Harry asked in a low voice. Draco couldn't look away. Harry's eyes were the color of power and his hand fitted around him so well.

"No," Draco finally breathed out.

Harry's hand on Draco's arm tightened.

"I am not."

Draco was surprised to hear eagerness in his voice, as if he was trying to defend himself when there was nothing really that needed to be said. His words left his mouth bitter.

Suddenly, Harry's warmth was over him, in his mouth and he forgot. It was frenzied and fast, but intense. They knew which way to thrust, where to bite. Harry put his hand on Draco's mouth to muffle the moans and he buried his face in the blonde's neck to hide his own when he came.

"I have to go back before Hermione and Ron find out I was gone."

Harry let go to fix his clothes.

Draco was reluctant to get away from the wall. He stayed silent, not knowing what to say and not wanting to say anything either. He wasn't angered, which would have been a feeling he should feel. Strangely, he felt bitter, as if he had been betrayed.

Harry stood in the hallway and spoke to break the silence.

"You dared me." Harry didn't sound so sure of himself.

Draco leaned back further.

"I did not."

"Truth or kiss is a good enough dare."

Draco had the urge to throw something heavy at the boy.

"Fuck off."

Harry didn't move. Draco glanced up and saw the Gryffindor looking at him, hesitation in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something but Draco cut him off.

"Fuck off."

"Malfoy…" He took a step nearer and extended his arm to reach the blond Slytherin. "I just wanted to know…"

Draco slapped his hand away, almost punched him, but held himself back. He wasn't going to lose his cool in front of the holier-than-thou Potter, not now not ever.

"Fuck. Off."

His voice could have cut through stone. Harry stood frozen, a look of surprise in his eyes, than turned around and walked away.

Draco watched his stiff back disappear at the corner of the hallway. He sat down on the ground, berating himself for feeling like this wasn't right.

Is it turning into angst? Is it turning into a depressive story? Is it turning into something with a plot? Will it ever have fluff? Will they ever make out again for real??... Who knows… not me, although I should. I'm not doing my job of author properly, am I… (don't expect an update soon)