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Dare From Hell

Chapter Two


Lavender and Parvarti sat there completely captivated by Professor Trelawney's words. Merlin knows why she started a lesson on love lives.

I sat on the end of the table, my mind of the verge of exploding. Ron and Harry were drawing little pictures of all the disastrous things their wicked mind can conjure up about Snape. Snape blowing up into tiny pieces, dressing up as a woman, doing the chicken dance, etc.

I closed my eyes.

Maybe just for a moment. I thought.

"Hermione! I can see your love life very clearly!"

I jumped. Goodness, that woman does scare the pants off you.

"Under the stars, you will meet the man of your dreams." She spoke in a very haunting voice that made it seems like the "man of my dreams" was going to murder me later on.

"But for right now, it is best if you do not let your fears get in the way of getting the man of your desire. Approach him, talk to him, and get to know him."

A little evil voice in my head tells me that some certain three devils have to do with this. I turned towards Lavender who met my glaring eyes and winked. She whispered something to Parvarti and they both started giggling. This was the dare from hell.


Descending down the long spiral stairs, I ran into none other than my nemesis. I stopped walking when he walked pass. Extending my foot just a little bit...

The students stopped and stared at the commotion. I've already fled for my dear life. I knew I was going to pay for that later, but for now, I'm enjoying the sweet memory of seeing Malfoy crashing into the stairs.

Still biting my tongue when I stumbled into Herbology, I took a seat near the back just incase my laughter erupts. The class went by rather quickly, with me half wondering what Malfoy was planning to do with me.

Ginny confronted me when I strolled into the castle.

"I know what you're doing and it's not going to work." She fumed, her face remarkably matching the shade of her hair.

"Whatever do you think I'm doing?" I gave her my most innocent smile.

"You tripped Malfoy!"

"Who told you that? I did no such thing."

"Don't try to get out of this dare Hermione." She warned, shaking her index disappointedly at me.

"It's not my fault if he's not graceful as he should be walking up the stairs." I pouted.

"You heard of what happened to the wizards and witches who tried to get out of dares?"

"No." I said meekly.

"Good, because trust me, you don't want to know. It's gruesome."

"It's probably better than flirting with Malfoy." I muttered under my breath.

"I want you to talk to him."

"I'm going to hate you for this."

"I know, that's why I love you, too." Ginny grinned and hugged me before she happily bounced away.

Where is that bloody git when you need him? I pushed the doors open to the Great Hall, my eyes scanning the various faces. My eyes stopped at the Slytherin table. There he is.

Malfoy looked up and smiled at me. Bastard. There's not even a single scratch on him. Malfoy continued smiling at me and I wondered if the fall had malfunctioned his brain. I walked nervously to the Gryffindor table and sat down. All of a sudden, a sound that strongly resembled farting passed out and it resonated throughout the Great Hall.

Oldest trick in the book and it still gets you. The room became utterly silent. The chicken stopped midway of its journey to Ron's mouth.

Harry was the first to break the dreadful silence. He turned to me, eyes widened and mouthed. "Wow Hermione."

Then the hall exploded with laughter.

"It wasn't me!" I sputtered, throwing my arms up in exasperation. I turned in Malfoy's direction who doubled over with laughter. He wiped his invisible tears and I had the strongest urge to come over and beat the shit out of him. I shot him a look of pure venom, my nostrils flaring and I was seethed with rage.

So this was his game. Screw the dare; Malfoy is going to pay hell for this.


I stormed down the corridors, girls giggling when I walked by and boys mouthing "Great blow Hermione."

Wonderful. I'm no longer known was the brainy witch, but instead the brainy witch who farts.

"Hermione!" Harry hollered. I stomped toward him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, biting his lips. I knew Harry was dying inside, but he wasn't laughing because I'm his friend.

"Of course I'm alright!"

"Hey, when it goes, you gotta let it out."

"Harry! Oh forget it!"

I pushed him out of the way and furiously made my way to my room.

"Cherry wax!" I screamed at the portrait of the singing mermaid that guarded the common room to my private room that I received for being Head- Girl. With my luck, Malfoy became Head-Boy. Merlin wonders how, but he is.

Taken by shock, she quickly opened the portrait and swam away. There was only one thing on my mind. Revenge.

I heard the portrait open and spun around. Draco Malfoy. Perfect timing.

Malfoy saw me and smirked; that stupid, trademark smirk of his that aggravates me so.

"Granger, that was sure a big one."

"Oh, I know." I batted my eyelashes innocently, praying this trick works for me as it does for Ginny. "When it goes, you gotta let it out right?"

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. I sauntered towards him, swaying my hips as I did so.

"Oh my, it's getting hot in here." I fanned myself and looked at a confused Malfoy under my eyelashes.

I took off my robes to reveal my school uniform, gold and red. I pushed Malfoy to the wall and he looked at me, shocked.

I smiled at him, tracing his firm jaw with my fingers. With my other hand, I caressed his thighs, stroking it up and down. Malfoy shuddered.

I'm pretty amazed myself. I mean, I've never flirted before and it was working pretty well. I have to thank Lavender for making me read, "Ways to Make a Guy Go Ohhhh..." after I tried to choke her before.

I pressed myself to his body and I felt a raising lump. Perfect. I settled my thigh between his legs and I began to trace his neckline with my lips while my fingers gently stroke his firm chest. With my other hand, it begun to move up from his thigh and I grasped it.

Malfoy gasped and let out a moan. I looked at him, my eyes lingering on his soft lips. I moved in closer, my lips barely touching his. Then I moved a bit, and whispered huskily in his ear, "Tough luck Malfoy."

I immediately stepped away and laughed. The Slytherin grinded his teeth with anger.

"You've been played Malfoy." I beamed.

"You haven't won yet Granger." He spat and clomped into his room. As unexpected, he turned around, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Be careful when you look into the mirror tomorrow morning."


Knowing Malfoy he probably cause millions of warts on my face to look like the constellations. I locked my room, just to be on the safe side. I settled under the covers, fully satisfied with an exception of the little practical joke that happened in the Great Hall. My sleep was undisturbed, filled with pleasant dreams of me being Valedictorian and graduating with the highest NEWT scores Hogwarts have ever seen.

I awoke to a fresh morning, fully rejuvenated for another day. However, my throat felt surprisingly dry and in desperate need for water. On my bedside, for some odd convenience, there was a glass of water that I don't remember being there the night before. I shrugged off the nagging feeling that there might be something wrong with the strange water and gulped the it down anyway.

I pushed the sheets away and felt around the floor with my feet for my slippers. Without much success, I finally gave up and walked bare-footed to the adjoining bathroom that connected Malfoy's room to mine. Remembering to lock both doors, I climbed into the shower and blast the water on cold. The shower was quick, just some shampoo and soap.

I stepped out, dripping wet and walked past the mirror to get my towel and took a slight glimpse at my reflection. I took the red towel and wrapped it around myself, but realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Making sure I wasn't hallucinating, I rushed back to the mirror and unwrapped my towel.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

That morning, the horrified scream of the Head-Girl was heard echoing throughout the school.

Malfoy is dead. Plain and simple. A long and torturous death...

I put on whatever clothes I found that could fit me after what the son-of-bastard Malfoy did.

"Malfoy! You fucking evil bastard!" I screeched as I knocked down his door without regards of what he might be doing.

"Damn Granger, what's wrong with you this morning?" He squirmed under his sheets.

"You know pretty damn well what's wrong with me!"

He looked at me with the most immaculate expression. How I wanted to strangle him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I could tell that he was fighting back the desire to laugh his bloody head off.

"Look at this!" This'll be the day I pointed my chest to Malfoy.

"Whoa!" Malfoy hooted. "Those are some pretty big knockers Granger."

"They're like watermelon's for Merlin's sake!" I cried.

"Hey, they look good on you." That bastard.

"You pervert!" I lunged myself at him and began ripping whatever flesh my hands came in contact with.

Being the stronger one, Malfoy easily lifted me off and held me down.

"If I let you go, you'll calm down?"

I nodded. Hell no.

He released his hands and I used this opportunity to attack him. Malfoy quickly made a run for the door.

"Malfoy! Get your bloody arse back here!" I ran after him.

"Oh come on Granger, this is better than being flat." He mocked.

"I can't walk properly without being tipped over!"

"Maybe it'll get you the attention you always wanted. Maybe even a guy!"

"Argh! You're going to die Malfoy!" My blood was boiling.

"You look great with big tits, Granger!"

I furiously charged towards him, but unfortunately, my breasts were indeed, much too big thanks to a certain scoundrel and it got in the way. Of course, I tripped.

The water!

"You!" I growled menacingly once I got back up. "You put that glass of water in my room and made me thirsty!"

"Brilliant plan, huh Granger?"

"Brilliant my ass! Change it back!"

"No!"

"Change it back!"

"Hell no!"

Seeing as this conversation was ineffective, I stomp to my room and forcefully slammed the door. I'll going to have to do this myself. Only one problem. I have no idea how Malfoy did this and there was no way I could go to the library without being seen. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I looked at the clock. Damn! I have thirty minutes before class start. NOOOOOOOO!!!!


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