Um. Hello. I don't really know what to say after having taken so long to update… But I'm really sorry about it. I just don't know what to do with this story and that's pretty much it, seeing as I was supposed to have this chapter up at least six months ago. Sorry, once again. I'm just hoping you all haven't lost all interest in this fic. And without any further ado, here is your chapter.

Chapter 12 – Devilishly Daring, Part 1

Now, for the first time all day, Harry blushed that cute, rosy pink blush of his. Refusing to resist any temptation whatsoever, Draco took the time where Harry continued flushing pinker and pinker to whisper in his ear, "Enjoying this much, Potter dearest?"

"I don't know for sure, Malfoy sweetie. Though, I do have one question. Is that your wand poking at my arse or are you just that happy to have me between your legs?"

Ohhhhh! In your face, Malfoy! That's for pulling me into your squishy lap, not that I mind it of course!

Harry smiled innocently as the Slytherin colored into such a beautiful shade of read, it lead him to wonder if the blonde had conveniently popped a blood vessel on his face.

"I'm not just happy, I'm absolutely, completely, madly delighted!" 'No, Malfoy. You're just plain mad.' The Gryffindor scowled and got up. He just randomly began to take his clothes off. "What're you doing, Potter! Strip-dancing!" Thankfully, there was a bubble of stuff around them, so they weren't heard.

"Unless you're blind, you ought to be able to see that I'm taking my shirt off. We're supposed to be transfiguring our clothing into different things, remember?"

Class ending in practically no time. The seventh-year students were sent back to their common rooms until 12:45. Right now, it was 11:40 in the morning.

As soon as all older Gryffindors were in the common room, Seamus happily announced, "Blaise Zabini and a few of the Slytherins are coming in here for a lovely game of Truth or Dare. You lot of darlings are all playing or I'll make sure you all regret it tomorrow morning."

"Blackmail, hmm Finnegan?" Blaise pleasantly announced his arrival into the Gryffindor Tower with his posse, consisting of Malfoy at his side, Nott, Parkinson, and Bullstrode. Seamus grinned almost mischievously and walked over to bite Blaise's ear. "C'mon you, horny Irish bugger. Off of me."

Seamus pouted but got off anyway. "Fine, but don't turn to me if you don't get shagged or to shag for the rest of this week."

"That's not fair!" Draco simply cleared his through. Zabini turned his head to find everyone watching, so he composed himself a bit and shouted, "Let's get to Truth or Dare, shall we?"

Everybody sat in an imperfect circle on the rug, while Blaise pulled out a little vial of Truth Serum from his pants' pocket. "Now." Seamus began by declaring, "Let's get the rules down pat, savvy?" Everyone reluctantly nodded. "Pick truth and you take a drop of the serum. Pick dare and you will follow out with the dare you get, no matter how outrageous it appears to be. Wonderful that you all understand. Zabini, being as special as you are, you're up. Truth or Dare, sugar?"

The Italian young man smirked all charmingly, in attempt to make Seamus want to ravish him up against the nearest wall. "Dare, Finnegan. Give your lover boy a dare and make it good, would you? Just like you did last night." He got a little sparkle in those deep blue eyes of his.

"Alright, but only for you, pumpkin," Seamus grinned maliciously, yet rather seductively if you were into his 'type,' whatever that meant. "Well then, let's give you what you want. I dare you to turn Snape's hair into Gryffindor colors with a spell only you can remove tomorrow morning at breakfast and make it frizzy, and then confess up to your dirty deeds at the very end of the entire day, past curfew."

"Ugh. As you wish. Longbottom, truth or dare?" Just a few deathly glares were went his way. "What? I'm only trying to make friends here."

"Truth, I guess," Neville stuttered nervously. He straightened his back and reached across the table for the vial and let a drop fall on his tongue.

"How would you like me?" Ron snickered, but was silenced by a sharp jab in the stomach from his girlfriend.

"As a girl with long, wavy brown hair, a fairly decent chest, long slender legs, your current behind, and dressed in a black bikini top with boyshorts," the boy confessed, humiliated. "Lavender Brown, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, of course. Who do you take me for? You?" She chose in a bored manner, underestimating Neville. For the first time in his life, Neville Longbottom, sort of, smirked.

"Fine, if you're going to put it that way, I dare you to go give any girl in this room a lap dance for an entire ten minutes." Brown's eyes widened immensely. Neville's smirk widened just a bit more. Harry and Draco snickered incredibly audibly. Millicent and Pansy were grinning insanely. Dean and Seamus rolled their eyes. Blaise just blinked.

"Yeah, mate!" Ron practically cried. Hermione sent him an aggravated glare that read, 'I'm not touching you for a week, you PIG!' That had him quiet down immediately. Lavender pulled herself together, strolling confidently over to Ms. Parkinson.

"Hello," she barely managed to purr seductively. "Get up, and let's go. Unless… you don't want it…" Pansy kept her mouth shut, hopped up, and allowed Lavender to escort her into the girls' dorm. Both disappeared mysteriously behind the door.

A few minutes later, both girls came out of the room with dreamy looks on their faces with smudged lip gloss and a pretty hickey on Lavender's neck. "Truth or Dare, Ronald Weasley?"

"Truth, Ms. Brown," and he took a drop of Truth Serum, surprisingly bravely.

"Are you really still cherry? Because, that's the word that's been going around." /It's a wonder if the Weasel isn't./ Ron blushed furiously, but let out a meek, "Yes."

"Well then. Now that that's over, Malfoy, Truth or Dare?" the redheaded boy snickered impishly. He'd been planning on what to do to the blonde since the beginning of the game.

"Dare." Ron cackled on the inside. Malfoy, being flamboyantly gay, made his plan for a dare so, so, so easy.

"I dare you to go up and kiss a girl, full on the lips." Rolling his eyes, Draco French-kissed Parvati Patil. Then, he had the nerve to wipe his mouth off at the end. She just looked utterly insulted, faking a gag.

"Now that you're done giving me ridiculous dares, Weasley, Truth or Dare, Potter?" 'Oh, please, please, please pick dare!'

For what you have in mind, you dirty, dirty boy, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't pick 'Dare.'

'Blah, blah, blah. Bugger off.'

And where exactly am I to do that?

'I don't know.'

Then keep your mouth shut, dolt.

'Bitch.'

"Dare," Harry stated firmly; a twinkle shone in his eyes.

'Oh, in your face, hag!'

Be quiet and give the boy his dare already, you, you, you insufferable git!

'You're completely hopeless.'

"As you wish, Golden Boy. I dare you to," he paused all for the dramatic effect of it. "Fuck me."

To Be Continued…

Thank you all for being so patient with me. –hug all- Please do review and let me know at least one person is still interested in this story? I'd love you even more if you did! Well then, until next time.

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