Chapter Eight
It was that faithful morning that I marched to the Great Hall, arms loaded with books and anger masked on my face. I dropped my books off at my usual spot at the Gryffindor table and walked up to an unsuspecting Seamus. Yes, this morning, that boy would feel the wrath of Hermione Granger. I wringed him by the ear and half-dragged him out the door. Oh, since when I was so violent?
"Hey—Hermione! What are you doing? Ow—wait that hurts! My ear!"
"Seamus!" I demanded, placing my hands on my hips. "I want the original film strip of that photo you took of me and Malfoy in McGonagall's class."
He preciously massaged his ear as he looked at me skeptically. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do! I know it was you who took that photo in McGonagall's class a few days ago!"
"Uhh..."
"I'm the Head-Girl, I can do things to you that no one else can!" Wait, that sounded a bit wrong. I mentally slapped myself. Bad thoughts. Bad, bad Hermione!
Seamus raised a curious eyebrow. "Really now?"
"I-I didn't mean it like that! How about Malfoy? I'll just ask him to help me get it. After all, it is his picture too."
The boy looked like he missed his breath. "M-Malfoy?"
"Yes, that idiot."
"Granger, I wouldn't appreciate you calling such an unfit name after what happened between us last night."
Please, please! I silently prayed as I turned around. Don't let it be him... It is him!
"Last night?" Seamus mouthed.
"Nothing happened last night!" I shrieked, my sanity on the verge of turning the opposite direction, perhaps making me a candidate for St. Mungo's. "Really!"
Why does he have to ruin everything? Why must I go through this torture? What have I done to deserve this! I stabbed Malfoy accusingly. "You! Always ruining things! I was planning to deal with this little boy because he has my picture! Our picture!"
"Little boy?" Seamus protested defensively.
I quickly turned around, eyes glaring. "You—be quiet! I'll deal with you later."
I returned to my nemesis, which, being the prat he is was looking at me with a smug look. "Aren't you going to do something about him? He won't give me the picture!"
"Why bother Granger? The whole school has already seen it. What more humiliation can it bring?"
"Oh, I don't know." I replied sarcastically. "Possibly show the whole world that the son of the infamous Malfoy senior is wearing a pink dress?"
Malfoy blinked, fully registering my words. His smirk quickly morphed into a twisted, notorious expression as he lunged toward Seamus's neck, hands outstretched. I jumped back, fearing that I would get caught in the middle of the assault.
Seamus did not expect the sudden attack, and unfortunately for him, he did not have time to run for his dear life. Malfoy wringed his hands around Seamus's neck, shaking him uncontrollably; perhaps rattling the poor boy's brain into mush.
"Give me the fucking pictures or you won't live to see the next ten minutes!"
"I-I.... don't... have.... it..." Seamus choked, grabbing Malfoy's hands, trying to release himself from the fury that is Malfoy.
"Yes you do!"
"Now, Malfoy!" I screamed, pulling Malfoy off the Gryffindor boy. The bloke was far too heavy for my strength. Fuming, I grabbed Malfoy's ear and twisted it, finding pleasure in Malfoy's high shriek of pain. "Let him go!"
"Ow! Fuck—shit that hurts! Granger!"
"Both of you listen!" I demanded, nostrils flaring. "I swear, if one of you opens your mouth when I'm talking, I'll hex you to oblivion!"
Seamus stood up, hands massaging his red neck and breathing quite heavily. "He is bloody mad!" He cried.
"Oh, you want to see mad? I'll show you mad!"
Again, the blonde idiot charged towards Seamus, who already started to make a dash down the hall.
"Seamus!" I screamed, dragging Malfoy by the ear.
"Shit Granger! Let me go!"
"Shut up!"
Seamus glared at Malfoy whom fully returned the fierce look.
"Both of you listen," I breathed, almost out of breath from stopping Malfoy from nearing killing a student. "Malfoy—you calm down now."
"I am calm." He gritted.
I ignored him, however. "Seamus, what do you mean you don't have the original photos?"
"I don't have it!" He exclaimed.
"You had the camera that day!" Malfoy protested.
"Yes." He looked at me directly in the eye.
"See? He did have the camera!" The Slytherin argued. "Why were you lying?!"
"Yes! What—no! You're not letting me finish!" Seamus stomped his foot in frustration.
I slapped Malfoy by his arm. "Hush up! Let the boy finish!"
Seamus let out a deep breath. "Fine, I admit I took the picture that day, but—" He held his hands up to halt Malfoy from talking. "It was not my camera. I was borrowing it for day to practice. When I returned the camera, the person developed the film and distributed the picture throughout the entire school. The camera that you saw me have the other day is mine."
"And?" I wanted him to continue.
"And... I don't have the original ones." He finished. "I don't have it."
"What?!" Malfoy let out another outburst. "You could of told us sooner, you dim-witted bat!"
"I was trying to, you idiot! You were fuckin' strangling me! I couldn't breathe!"
"I wouldn't have strangled you if you never had the pictures in first place!"
"It was not my fault!"
"Of course!"
I rolled my eyes. Boys. Tsk-tsk. "Who has them?"
Seamus looked nervous. "I promised not to tell."
"Tell me Seamus." I persisted. "You have to."
"I-I can't. Sorry." The boy ran off before I could say anything else.
"Hey—oh forget it." I turned to Malfoy. "What do we do now?"
"Let's go choke whoever has the originals."
Our search was futile. We spent nearly the entire morning keeping an eye on whoever might look suspiciously with a camera, but in the end, the culprit was sleek. Malfoy was in the foulest mood; the expression on his face had surpassed all the other days when he was irritated. Not only that, I was in the muddy mood myself. I had gotten the score of ninety on a Charms quiz. A ninety! That's just barely making it! All the past events in the last days had clogged up my mind, refusing to let in useful information, like education. Adding to the bitchy concoction, I was pestered by Head-Girl duties. Not surprisingly, we were in a bit of a quarrel by midday.
"I can't believe this. This is some fuckin' bullshit! My year has been bullshit!" He grumbled. "Nothing but shit."
"Oh stop bitchin'." I snapped, slamming my Charms book closed. "You're not the only one who has a horrible start. You think the whole world revolves around you, don't you Mr. Spoiled-brat?"
"You know what?" He snared, glaring at me with hatred-tainted eyes. "I had enough of you. You and your fuckin' attitude about every little shit. I don't see how those two so-called friends of yours deal with you everyday; I would've killed myself by now. You're an annoying Mudblood who don't even deserve to be here and yes, the world does fuckin' revolve around me. Deal with it."
What he said had truly hit the spot and it hurt. Badly. Tears swelled up around my eyes and I tried to blink them back. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry! I shook my head at him, no words coming out of my mouth. There's nothing to say. I hugged my book tighter to my chest and got up from the library chair and walked away. When I was sure I was out of his hearing range that was when the tears rolled down my cheeks. I had thought he changed, maybe even just a little. I wanted to believe that something was different about him, something good. After all the things that happened between us, the kisses, the laughter, the jokes, I assumed he wouldn't at least call me a Mudblood anymore. But what I wanted to believe was wrong; he's the same guy I had known for the past seven years. The same conceited, ill-worthy prat who thinks of no one but himself is still there.
For the remainder of the day, in the classes I have with him, I ignored him like he was no more than an oversized fly. I had forgotten all about the camera and Seamus incident by dinnertime. I skipped dinner, trying to finish most of my homework. My precious time would be taken up by cleaning up Professor Binn's room with him.
I had arrived to the room before Malfoy, which was good. The Professor greeted me happily and I replied with a small smile. The History of Magic teacher instructed me to just organized the old textbooks in their proper order. I nodded, thinking the task was simple enough and it wouldn't take much time. When he showed me the room with the books, my mouth nearly dropped to the floor. There must've been more books in there than the library! I was filled with awe at the mounds and stacks of books.
Malfoy arrived shortly after and while Binns was explaining to him the task, I marveled at the titles of the books. I ran my fingers over the ancient covers, careful not to damage them. Some of books were dated back centuries ago. I was amazed the text was still legible. Malfoy, however, did not appear to be as shocked as I was with the amount of books stacked inside the room. Again, given two hours, Binns set out the room and I squeezed through the stacks to get to the back of the room. Malfoy worked at the front, and I, at the back, working in silence because we both knew how much we despised one another and nothing aggravates us more than talking to each other.
I sat down on the cold stone floor and begun to organize the books alphabetically by the last name of the author. There are so many books that I haven't read yet and authors I never heard of! I was seated comfortably spite the damp coldness when all of a sudden, a book fell onto my head. The book nearly knocked me unconscious because the impact felt like it weighed a ton! I was about to scream at Malfoy for throwing a book at my head when I turned around and realized he was working, wow, I gasped, diligently. He couldn't have thrown it then.
I rubbed my bruised head and picked up the book. I was surprised at the title of the book.
The Tale of the Game: Truth or Dare and their Consequences.
I let out a loud gasp as I immediately rushed to open the book.
INTRODUCTION
The game of Truth or Dare in wizardry had started many a centuries ago. Fairlorn Maywood, a wizard who had more free time than Father Time himself, often challenged himself to do ridiculous things and if he did not succeed, he found ways to punish himself. One did not know why Maywood did such things. It was perhaps that boredom drove him into borderline lunacy that it had converted what little sanity he had into a large degree of madness.
Maywood then tried to convince his family and friends to try his game. At first, if they did not succeed, the consequences would only be little, simple things. However, obsession with the game caused Maywood to create dreadful, humiliating consequences that caused others to hide in shame.
Over the years, Maywood developed hundreds of consequences and some hundreds more in the next couple of years. Not surprisingly, many people did not know that Maywood was brilliant. Crazy was what they were familiar with, not brilliant. The degree of humiliation or extremity of the consequences rely on the factor the dare. The anxiety within the game attracted millions of players looking for a wild time, even still today.
The introduction ended. So Fairlorn Maywood was the idiotic of a wizard that was the cause for this! If he was still alive today, I would strangle him so hard, I knock the sense back into him. Not wasting anymore time, I continued.
Chapter One:
Playing the Game.
Gather a group of friends that is willing to participate. Please remember to tell them that consequences are to follow if they were not to complete the requests.
Ginny, Lavender, and Parvarti sure as hell didn't tell me about the "consequences"!
Ask a person "Truth or Dare" If one is to reply, "Truth", he/she must answer a personal question truthfully. If one is to reply, "Dare", he/she must complete the task required.
Upon fully completing a "Truth" or "Dare", the contestant can then proceed to ask the questions. Please make sure everyone in the groups gets a turn.
I stopped reading; I didn't need to know this. I turned the next few pages to the next chapter.
"Miss Granger! Mr. Malfoy! Your two hours are up!"
I looked up. Was it two hours already? I closed the book, having the biggest temptation to take it with me. But how can I? I have no wand to shrink it or no bag to put it in. Heaven knows it would definitely look funny and raise suspicious if I stuffed it under my blouse or skirt. Sighing at my defeat, I left it under a stack of books that I know Malfoy would not bother look at until it's the last stack.
I just have two more days in this room until all of the books are fully organized and for me to get that book out of here.
It is an uttermost fortunate for me that Malfoy and I did not spoke a single word during that whole detention. Better yet, I was so occupied with the books that I forgot he existed. I just hope that the next two nights in that book room would be like that. Oh, it would be bliss not to hear Malfoy talk.
I laid on my plush bed, thinking to myself. About the dare, the consequences... and of all people to think about... Malfoy. One minute he's tolerable, the next minute, he's queen bitch. I readjusted myself into a more comfortable position as I pulled the covers tighter to my body. I felt a bit odd; it was like something stirring within me. I didn't know what it was, but it felt strangely familiar. I think I had an occurrence with this weird feeling before, I just couldn't remember when or how it started.
I pushed back the covers, swung my legs over the bed and got out. I don't know why, as a matter of fact I didn't know how I did it because I wasn't even instructing my body to move. Realization dawned me as a quick recap entered my mind. Breakfast... uncontrollable movement... kissing Malfoy.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! It's that damn consequence acting!
What am I to do in my nightgown, of its sheer fabric that one can see through? Do I have a bra on? Underwear? I looked down. Yes, I do. But the fact that, me, Hermione Granger walking out of the coverage of my room and the possibility that others might see me was overwhelming. Malfoy! Was he out in the common room? I pray that he isn't and I hope to dear that this consequence doesn't involve him.
My hand involuntarily turned the doorknob and my feet moved outside. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. The room was empty, with the fireplace still lit. I walked to the center of the common room and halted. I didn't know what I might do next, but I had that disturbing fear that it would be something that would cause me to shroud forever in a little corner because of the degradation. Then, I opened my mouth and let out the highest, loudest voice I never knew I had and to tell you, it wasn't pleasant knowing that someone would definitely hear my singing voice. It wasn't the singing part that bothered me most at that time; it was the song that my voice was letting out and who am I to ask that my mouth was changing the original lyrics. Honestly!!
It was a muggle song that I secretly had a liking to, but what I was singing would cause me to hide in shame.
"So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted"
My voice got louder, higher.
"You got me lifted, shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Draco, Draco how you get so fly?"
Oh Merlin, someone please hex me now. Kill me! I'm begging someone can hear the little voice inside my head! It's saying "Kill me, kill me now!"
Draco, Draco how you get so fly? What the hell???
I'm going to the laughing stock of the entire school... It's crazy.... I can't believe this. This has got to be a nightmare... A BLOODY NIGHTMARE!
"Suga suga how you get so fly?"
I knew original lyrics by heart and I knew what was coming up next. I closed my eyes as my mouth started to say the words faster.
"You know its leather when we ride
Wood grain and rawhide
Doing what we do, watching screens getting high
Boy you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns"
I heard the door open and I knew I would face my fate. I peeked through one half-closed eyelids to see Malfoy staring at me, mouth wide-opened in his green and silver boxers.
"Granger, what the fuck is the reason for this unbearable noise?!" He screamed over my singing.
I, however, was in no control of my mouth at that time.
"You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling
And ooh wee it's the ultimate feeling
You got me lifted feeling so gifted
Sugar how you get so fly?
Draco, Draco how you get so fly?
Suga, suga how you get so fly?
Draco, Draco how you get so fly?"
He was still staring at me, shocked. I squinted my eyes closed, knowing what his next reaction was. He burst out laughing, at my singing, at the song I'm singing. Whatever it was, he was laughing.
I was crying inside. I wanted it to stop. The singing ended with me finishing up the last night with a really high note. Goodness, I wasn't even singing to the notes!
"So high like I'm a star
Feelin' so high like I'm a star..............................."
I stopped. The only sound that remained was Malfoy's laughter. I summoned up the courage to open my eyes to see Malfoy clutching his stomach, tears rolling down his face. I couldn't move, I was too mortified; the shock that I just did that rooted to the spot.
Malfoy finally ceased his laughing as he wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. "Granger, what the fuck was that? Are you really high?"
"Shut up." I said through clenched teeth.
"Draco, Draco how you get so fly? Suga, Suga how you get so fly?" He imitated. "Boy you keep it so fly with your sweet honeybuns."
I didn't say anything.
"Wow, Granger, I didn't know you love me and my ass that much."
"Shut it."
"I thought you were mad at me, but I guess not since you probably woke up the whole school with your singing, declaring your love for me."
"I am mad at you." I stated. "Matter of fact, I hate you."
"The singing didn't lie."
Finally, I was able to move my limbs as I turned on my heels and stormed to my room. I slammed the door shut. Outside, I could still hear Malfoy singing his bloody head off.
"Draco, Draco how you get so fly... Draco, Draco how you get so fly?"
Oh blast to him hell and beyond.
Author's Note: I'm truly sorry for the elongated update. Once school had started, everything just went downhill. I was pretty stressed and was suffering through a long writer's block. Thanks to everyone who review and an extra cookie to those who said more than "Update!". I hope that everyone knows that threatening me would not make me update this story any faster because I am a busy person and I have a life.
The song that Hermione was singing in the chapter is not mine. The song is called "Suga Suga" By Baby Bash ft. Frankie J. I was listening to that song while typing this chapter and I was thinking how I could incorporate this song into the chapter. I hope it's all good. Forgive me for any mistakes you might see in the chapter, but I was in a hurry to type this.
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