Author's Note: I'm back from my summer program! Aren't you happy? Hehe. =D Hugs to everyone who reviewed! Thank you! I was so happy, I wrote another chapter as soon as I could! This one is just a bit longer. Enjoy!
Title: Dare From Hell
Chapter Six
I slumped to my room after dinner. I had planned to take whatever notes I haven't memorized and possibly some books I haven't read to the library and just bury myself in knowledge. Perhaps that would take my mind off the situations that I was unjustly placed into. The portrait swung open and I stepped inside the common room.
And there was Malfoy. The person I really didn't need to see.
He was sprawled on the couch writing in a black book under the fireplace's light. Malfoy didn't bother to look up as I walked past him into my room with shade of red gracing my cheeks as I remembered what I had previously read. This was unreasonable! Why am I blushing just because Malfoy wrote some stuff about me?! Who cares what he thinks?! I certainly don't!
I don't care!
"Don't care about what Granger?" Malfoy asked.
I paused in my steps and turned around. Oops. Did I scream that? He looked up from his writing and peered over the couch, looking quite oddly at me.
"Err..." My mind quickly formulated a reason. "Nothing... I was just talking to myself." Brilliant Hermione, brilliant. Just simply tell Malfoy you're going bonkers. I'm sure he'll be delighted.
Malfoy raised a pale eyebrow. "I always knew you were a crazy bitch—I mean witch."
He said that on purpose. Of course he did, it's Malfoy. "Oh I know I am." I grinned slyly. "You better be careful or you might never know what'll happen to you."
"You can always ask Madame Promfrey for a recommendation to St. Mungo's."
"You're so hilarious." I said wryly. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. "Here you go Malfoy." I balled up the piece of paper and tossed it to Malfoy who was caught the paper before it hit his face.
"What the hell is this?" He asked, looking at the paper.
"Oh, nothing really." I said flippantly. "Just read it and you'll know." I walked faster to my room. "Or perhaps... not know." I added quickly before entering my room and closing the door just enough so I can peek out the crack.
Malfoy examined the paper disdainfully, but unraveled it anyway. "Amnorsia los temio" He read, looking surprised. "What the hell?"
Balling up the paper again, he tossed it into the fireplace. I looked at the burning paper through the door crack, watching it curl and burning into ashes. What Malfoy had done didn't bother me at all. He had already done what I needed before. My lips curled into an uttermost mischievous smile. I rubbed my hands together sinisterly like I've seen done so many times in the movies when the villain is formulating his evil plan. Goodness, I'm starting to become like a Slytherin.
I took my notes and books from my desk and sorted them out, taking only the ones I needed. With my bag full of the year's worth of notes, I headed out the door. Malfoy wasn't in the common room. The fire was still lit, casting shadows on the walls. However, the book he was writing was lay undisturbed on the couch.
Oh Hermione, walk away. Walk away. I told myself. Do not be nosy.
There goes that stupid little voice that keeps nagging me again.
Read it Hermione... you know you want to. I want you want to.
"Shut up and leave me alone. I've already paid for my nosiness."
Reading won't hurt. You have always liked reading...
"Curiosity killed the cat."
The cat had nine lives...
"Ohh!" I stomp my foot in frustration and made a quick dive for the book. My head is a bad influence on me, if that made any coherent sense at all.
Now that's a good girl...
"I can't believe I'm doing this." I muttered, flipping to the last page I read.
March 8,
I skimmed pass the "dandelion" comment. Knowing me and how stubborn I usually am, I was still offended by that.
Mother would so strongly disapprove of me if she knew I'm thinking of a muggle this way. Oh well. I'm the man of the household now.
March 10,
I had bet Blaise 20 galleons that I could get Snape and McGonagall together before this year ends. It's so obvious the greasy hair dolt fancies her. I can see the sparks flying.
However, invisible fireworks pop out whenever I see Granger. She's like that bug that grew into a butterfly.
I felt my eyebrows twitching with annoyance. A butterfly is still in the category of a bug! How I wanted to whack that prick with the book this instance.
I've tried to flirt with Granger, but she's like a brick wall. She doesn't answer back. Possibly, that muggle doesn't know how to flirt? Could be true. After all, the only relationship she ever had was with books and I know there's not much action there. Unless...
ARGH! How dare he?! That disgusting imbecile! Just because I like books, that doesn't mean I'll do anything other than reading to them!
I've heard a saying that says that it's always the quiet ones that's the freakiest. I have to admit, even myself don't know if it's true or not. I should try it.
I slammed the book shut. How did I know I was going to regret reading it? I tossed the book back on the couch, too angry to care to fix it to its original position so that Malfoy won't know I read it.
I marched out the portrait hole and to the library, wanting to bury myself in books. The only thing that kept me from exploding and walking up to Malfoy, cursing him to oblivion is my plan, which I'm praying it would work. The library doors swung open as I walked in, revealing stacks and rows of books, with a few students here and there. Madame Pince was at her desk oblivious of my presence.
I wandered to the back of the library, dropping my stuff on the table and took a seat on one of the many chairs. I took the top parchment and begun reading it. For some odd reason, my brain was not processing the information. It just goes through my head and out the other way. There was only one thing on my mind. Draco Malfoy.
No matter how I hard I tried to concentrate, the information does not infiltrate into my mind. I didn't even like the git, so how come he's occupying my mind like this?! Block out that stupid smirk of his. I told myself. Do not think of him, he's not worth your time.
Think of something else... think of the Potions test next week. A class with Malfoy. Nooo!!!
This is not working. Come on Hermione. Think of tomorrow. Think of the brilliant plan. I smiled. Yes, tomorrow.
I woke up, energetic and extremely happy, looking forward to a brand new day. Not only that, this is the day of my plan. My feet slipped into my fluffy pink slippers and reached for my wand. I padded out the door, walking to Malfoy's room.
"Oh Malfoy." I sang. "Are you awake?" I knocked. No answer. I knocked again. I tried the doorknob. It was unlock.
I turned the knob, inching the door open. I tiptoed quietly into the room, making my way to his bed. Malfoy was sleeping soundly under the covers. Awww, he looks so adorable, but if only he wasn't Malfoy. I pointed my wand to his face and softly whispered, "Amnorsia las temra".
I tucked my wand into my robe and sauntered out the door, a wicked smile plastered on my face. This was absolutely perfect.
I sat on the chair near the fireplace, my feet swinging back and forth happily. It was only half an hour ago when I came into Malfoy's room and said words of –cough- wisdom –cough- to him. It wasn't unerringly wisdom... maybe the opposite of it...
Speaking of stupidity, Malfoy then walked into the common room and stared blankly at me. He was still wearing his silky black pajamas and his blonde hair was tousled. His beautiful eyes were locked on mine. Wait, did I say Malfoy's eyes were beautiful? Shame on me!
The first stream of words that flowed out of his mouth was, "Ohhh!! Pretty colors!" And he suddenly jumped towards the fireplace.
My mouth split open and I erupted into fits of laughter. Just hearing Malfoy say that in a high, squeaky tone of voice like a little kid was simply too much. The Slytherin was on his knees, one hand outstretching slowly heading for the flame.
"What pretty colors!" He squeaked. He poked his finger through the fire and lingered for a few seconds before jumping up at least three foot in the air and wailing, "My finger hurts!"
"Aw, is little Malfoy alright?" I asked, biting down my lips in efforts not to laugh.
He pouted and pointed accusingly at the fire. "That glowy thing is mean. It hurt me."
I shook my finger at the fire. "Bad fire. Very bad fire."
"Okay Malfoy, let's get you ready for breakfast." I took Malfoy's hands in mine and I pulled him in the direction of his room. His warm felt awfully warm and my skin tingled when I came in contact with him. "You get in there and put on some clothes."
He looked at me pleadingly and I grasped his expression. "No, Malfoy." I said sternly. "I will not help you get dress. You are a big boy, a very big boy."
I knew most girls would jump at the opportunity of seeing Malfoy in all of his glory and dressing him, but it felt awfully wrong for me. He sulked into room, shoulders slump with disappointment.
I closed the door when he entered and waited patiently for him to come out. Oh dear, I do hope he doesn't put his pants over his head and his legs through his shirt. That would be hilarious, awful, but hilarious.
Fifteen minutes had passed and there were no signs of Malfoy. I certainly hoped that he didn't choke himself putting on a shirt. And he's wasting time! Time I could use to humiliate him.
Another five minutes passed. I tapped my foot impatiently. "Malfoy?" I called out. No answer.
Before my knuckles made contact with the door, it swung open, revealing Malfoy wearing his—white bed sheets and blue unicorn drawers?! My mouth must've hung so low; it probably touched the ground. I stood there, gaping at him. The sheets were wrapped around his upper body and two holes were made where his arms went through. And his blue unicorn drawers... Goodness. Now I've seen everything.
The corners of my mouth twitched. "M-Malfoy? Why are you dressed like that?"
"I like it!" He exclaimed gleefully.
"Are you sure you want to wear that?"
He nodded his head vigorously. I blinked, still trying to register the fact that this was Malfoy... wearing a toga made out of bed sheets and blue unicorn drawers.
"I'm hungry!"
His loud voice awoke me from my thoughts.
"Okay Malfoy... go out the door." I pointed to the portrait hole. He skipped out, humming loudly.
I shuddered; a feeling strongly resembling revulsion engorged me. Merlin, Malfoy skipping was not a sight to see.
I swung my bag over my shoulder and followed him out. Although it would be priceless to see Malfoy's face once he realized what he had done; for the sake of my life, it is best if he doesn't remember.
The doors to the Great Hall loomed before me. Should I go in first or should Malfoy? Hmm. I should go in first. I pushed the doors opened and sneakily walked to the Gryffindor table. Right on cue, Malfoy entered a couple of seconds later. At first, no one regarded his presence. However, it wasn't until Peeves had shouted, "Malfoy likes pretty blue unicorns!" that everyone whipped their head searching for the Slytherin Prince.
And there he was. The chattering had ceased and mouths were dropping to the floor. An awkward silence filled the room. Even Dumbledore himself was speechless. The fork on the verge to Harry's mouth hung midway. Ron was pouring pumpkin juice into his goblet and didn't notice that it was already full and was currently flowing down his lap. Poor Ginny was choking on her bacon. I, however, was trying to contain my laughter, but failed miserably. I clasped my hands over my mouth, trying to silence the sound. Malfoy looked around, eyes widened with innocence and curiosity. A flash suddenly appeared infront of Malfoy's face. Colin Creevey. That boy always has his camera and for once, it was useful.
Another flash appeared. I stopped laughing and craned my neck to see who had the second camera. Seamus! It was him! I growled, remembering the hideous picture of me with two thingies bobbling up and down, running for dear life. I'll deal with Seamus later on, but for now, I have to have my fun.
Zabini was the first to make a sound. "Holy crap Malfoy! What the hell are you wearing?" He stood up from his seat and pointed to Malfoy's outfit. It was then that choruses of laughter filled the Great Hall.
Malfoy blinked, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. "You are all big meanies!" He pointed out.
The laughter only got louder. Aww poor Malfoy. A part of me felt truly sorry for him. I turned to see Snape, wondering what his reaction was. The greasy git only frowned.
Unbeknownst to me at that time, a strange feeling was forming inside of me. It wasn't until a couple of seconds later that it started to engulf me and I realized what was going on. I no longer could control my movements! I stood up unwillingly and my feet were headed in the direction of Malfoy. I didn't want to go. Merlin, what is happening to me? Someone help me! I screamed for Harry and Ron, but my screams were drowned by the thunderous laughter of the students. Panicking was pretty much useless.
I reached Malfoy, fearful of what might happen next. Unexpectedly, I grabbed Malfoy's face and forcefully placed my lips on top of his.
Dear heavens! What the hell am I doing?! I'm kissing Malfoy! URGH!
The laughing had instantaneously ended and another gauche silence filled the air.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted. "What are you doing?! Get away from him!"
Malfoy's lips are strangely warm and comforting... No! I struggled to move, but to no avail.
I heard Lavender gasp and mumbled something to Parvarti. "...look... she...it started..."
Malfoy's lips were moving and it came as an unexpected surprise to me that he was returning the kiss. I felt my knees weakened and I nearly collapsed. Damn, Malfoy is a good kisser—wait! Hermione, what is wrong with you?!
"Goodness, Granger. You must want me that badly huh?"
With every ounce of my strength, I pushed myself away and I succeeded. Oh no. Malfoy has awoken and I kissed him!
Malfoy was oblivious to the stares he was receiving. This must've been one heck of a morning. First off, Draco Malfoy enters wearing bed sheets and blue unicorn drawers. Then, me, Hermione Granger walks up to him and kissed him. Yup, this is definitely going to make the papers.
Why I did such a thing, I absolutely had no idea... Kissing Malfoy! Honestly!
Malfoy by then had already caught on to the looks that were being sent his way and peered down to examine his clothes. In the next millisecond, the sound the Head-Boy screaming resonated was heard throughout the whole school.
Hermione, I quickly told myself. Run for your life!
"GRANGER!" Malfoy roared. "I'M GOING TO CURSE YOU TO HELL!!!"
I scuttled passed Malfoy and ran as fast as I could.
"GRANGER, COME BACK HERE!"
"Malfoy, you shouldn't be so angry! It is not my fault if you intended to wear your glorious bed sheets this morning!" I shouted, still running down the corridor.
"You did something to me you evil witch!"
"I did nothing to your clothes!" Well, it was true. I've never touched his clothes.
I stopped running. I'm going to confront that prick woman to man.
Malfoy halted right infront of me, glaring venomously. "Explain." He growled dangerously.
"How am I supposed to explain that you took your bed sheets and wore them?" I placed my hands on my hips and fully returned his icy stare.
"Don't bullshit with me." He gritted.
"You look lovely in blue unicorn drawers." I merely replied, looking at his legs. "It makes your thighs look slimmer."
"You play a foul game Granger."
"Touché."
"Two can play this game." He stomped away, nostrils flaring.
I walked back to the Great Hall, surprised to see Lavender, Parvarti and Ginny waiting for me at the entrance. Lavender was crossing her arms, fuming.
"Hermione," She begun. "You're not taking this seriously."
"No." I said indignantly. "You guys are taking this too seriously. You act like if I don't complete the dare, the world is going to end."
"If you haven't noticed, the consequences have started." Parvarti pointed out.
I've finally pieced the puzzle together and for the second time that morning, another ear-piercing scream rang sharply through the air.
I was never more shock. "You mean to tell me that kissing Malfoy was my deepest desire?!" I shrieked. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?"
"I told you the consequences were worst." Parvarti muttered.
"It wouldn't have happened if you did the dare." Lavender said mildly.
"It wouldn't have happened if you just took the dare away." I said offhandedly.
"We would now..." Lavender sighed. "But..."
"But what?" I perked up.
"But we can't take the dare back once the consequences has started." Ginny finished.
"Oh now you tell me." I said dryly. "What other wonderful things are going to happen to me now?"
The three girls looked at each other nervously.
"What?"
"We can't tell you. Rules." They said in unison.
"But Parvarti told me." I cried.
"Yes," Lavender sadly nodded. "Something she doesn't want to do again."
"Why not?"
Lavender grabbed Parvarti and Ginny's hands and started to pull them away. "We have to go."
"Oh—and great work with Malfoy and his toga!" Ginny called back.
I stood there, confused and disconcerted. This is unjust!
I didn't believe in the so-called consequences before, but now, I'm paranoid, glancing around my shoulders every now and then. Parvarti was absolutely right! The consequences are much worst than the dare! If kissing Malfoy was bad (which it wasn't really, actually, it was wonderful. But I'm still in denial here.), then I don't know how horrific the next one is. I sat in Potions class, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, even Harry and Ron. The poor redhead was still shock with my display. Harry attempted to try to talk to me or at least find out why I did such an act. My ego was more than bruised and it was my egoistical self that kept me from telling Harry about the dare.
Malfoy strolled into the room, eyes looking anywhere else but me. He wasn't in his bed sheet toga or blue unicorn drawers (although he looked smashing in them. Again, I'm denying that too.), but instead, he was wearing his Slytherin school uniform. Malfoy took a seat next to Zabini.
"Hey Malfoy, what happened to your toga?" Zabini asked. I could hear him loud and clear.
"Go screw yourself Zabini." Came Malfoy's sadistic reply.
"Aww, you're such a meanie." Zabini mocked in the high squeaky voice Malfoy had used earlier.
Malfoy didn't catch on Zabini's comment. Good, the wanker doesn't remember.
I found it unexceptionally hard to concentrate during notes taking. After all, I was constantly worrying about the next consequence and what I might do to furthermore humiliate myself. I have to do something before the next consequence strike! Perhaps, after class.
I waited for Malfoy once class ended.
"Malfoy." I said sternly.
The bloody wanker just walked passed me as if I was nothing more than the particles in the air.
"Malfoy!" I repeated louder.
He turned to me. "What do you want Granger?" He exasperated.
"I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Stop being such a prick and follow me." I lead him to an empty classroom.
"Granger, are you going to try to rape me?" He asked, uninterested in what I had to say as he sat on of the desk.
I did not resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Yes, I'm going to rape you. Just make it easier for me and take your clothes off." I said, my voice dripping with thick sarcasm.
"Where do you want me? On the desk or on the floor?" Malfoy couldn't help but grin.
"You're disgusting."
"Oh come on Granger. You know it's the brainy witches that's the freakiest."
I paled. Does he know I've read his book? Play it cool, Hermione.
"What did you say?" I asked, scrutinizing him.
"You heard me."
"No I didn't." I lied.
"Never mind. Now, when are we going to get started?"
"Started on what?" I wondered.
He hopped off the desk and walked suavely towards me. I could feel my skin tingle and the hairs getting prickly. I'm getting goose bumps already.
"This." He cupped my face with his hands and lifted my face up. Before I could protest, his lips were on mine. I froze.
Malfoy pulled away. "Damn woman. It feels like I'm kissing a brick wall." And he walked out the door.
I stood there, confused and unsure as to what I should do. I haven't fully comprehended what happened yet. My mind felt numb. What the heck was that?
TBC
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