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"Alright, since we all know how to play, let's get in a big circle..." Draco ordered. People started to file towards the fire, when from out of the fire popped at least twenty roasted chickens, hundreds of glasses and plates, infinite bottles of butterbeer, and many delectable pastries. Attached to this meal was a note, which read 'I told you I wouldn't let you go to bed hungry.'
They each grabbed a plate, piling it high with the lavish meal, and a flask of butterbeer. They ate their meal, chit-chatting with friends, thinking aloud how delicious it was compared to the elfish crap that Flitwick liked.
However, Hermione was restless. She had no idea how it would turn out. All she knew about her old friend's game was that some poor girl ended up with her tongue glued to a telephone pole, and a cat wound up residing in the refrigerator.
"Okay. So, who wants to go first? I vote Longbottom." Draco said, with a malicious sneer. He knew it would make Neville feel uneasy to have this kind of task.
"I-I...Um, Hermione? T-Truth or D-Dare?" he asked cautiously, fidgeting anxiously, and focusing on the floor.
"Okay, I pick...dare." Hermione said back. Inside, she was ready to throw up, but on the outside, she gave Neville a comforting smile, and he stopped his fidgeting.
"Okay, I dare you to hug Ron," Neville suggested. The audience's response consisted of boos and shouts of 'LAME!', and if there had been tomatoes, they would have been thrown. "Pick something else, Longbottom!" Draco shouted from across the room.
"All right, then...I dare you to...to...kiss Malfoy." Neville said, and he immediately resumed fiddling with his fingers. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Hermione just stared at him. Well, during the time that she was kissing Malfoy would be a good time to throw up...
Hermione groaned. There was no good way to go about it. She could wimp out, her brain suggested. Her pride told her otherwise. Hermione Granger was by no stretch of the imagination wimp-ish, nor was she a quitter. She got up from her spot on the ground, her stomach still thoroughly sick.
"Merlin save me..." She mumbled under her breath bitterly, rolling her eyes as she placed her hands on either side of his face. She stalled inches in front of his face, as he stared blankly at her.
Just then, and idea came to her. Yes, there was an easy alternative! It was perfect. She closed her eyes and leaned in, and felt Malfoy twitch uncomfortably. He jerked, beginning to come to his senses; she was a mudblood, game or not. He began to struggle. Swiftly, she placed a peck on his cheek and was done with it. Wiping her mouth in disgust, she headed back to her seat.
"You might consider a tic-tac from time to time," she scolded. Everyone laughed. Except for one. One player was silently fuming, his face a shade of red that almost matched his hair.
On her way back to her respective spot far, far away from Draco, Hermione got a good look at Ron's face. He looked like a sunburned tomato, and if she looked close enough, she swore she could see steam coming out of his ears.
She felt bad, knowing how much he hated Malfoy, so she thought it was a great idea to sit next to him. Everyone else slid down a tad to the left, and when she sat down, he smiled and his face was slightly less red.
"Okay then...well, it's my turn, right? I pick...Harry! Truth or dare?" Hermione asked, knowing full well what Harry would pick.
"Do you even have to ask? Dare!" Harry replied.
"Fine. I dare you to chug the biggest bottle of butterbeer you can find." Hermione said, liking her dare.
Colin Creevey came back with an enormous bottle of butterbeer barely after the words had left Hermione's mouth. "Here you go!" and he handed the bottle to Harry.
Harry was a bit tipsy when he picked Lavender, who picked Pansy, who picked Draco...
Who picked Ron Weasley. Ron knew what was coming. Well, not exactly, but he had a good idea. He squirmed just thinking about it. How did he...? His mind began, but he wouldn't finish the thought. They were good friends, nothing more, nothing less.
"Okay Ron...Truth or Dare!" Draco asked, pleasure gleaming in his eye.
"Dare." Ron said, in the most manly voice he could muster, and attempting a 'do-you-have-to-ask?' look. He just ended up looking like a tomato with a face condition.
"This will be easy. And highly entertaining!" Draco added, quite merrily. "Fine then. Ron, I dare you to kiss Hermione." Ron could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. Kiss Hermione? He sort of had expected it, but it was still an objectionable idea. He noticed Hermione didn't seem to thrilled with the idea either.
It might have been good for both of them to know that they were not unhappy, but rather, an unfathomable anticipation and anxiousness possessed them, and they couldn't help but seem frantic.
Ron shook his head, his ego deserting him out of offense. A silent "no."
"Come on Weasley!" Draco yelled. "You two belong together; wizard trash and a mudblood!" This kicked Ron's pride back into action and he turned to Hermione, who was lucky enough not to have skin that turned bloody red when she was under stress.
The next few minutes went very quickly. The whole group began to yell things like 'just a peck!' and 'hurry up!', but the pair heard none of this. Ron felt light-headed, and was all of a sudden unsure of what to do. But then, it occurred to him that Hermione had kissed Malfoy...surely she wouldn't have a problem kissing one of her best friends, after Malfoy? It would just be a friendly kiss. That did enough to ease his stomach, and clear his mind.
He leaned over to her, smiling weakly. She returned the smile, and her hands began to shake discreetly. She hadn't a clue why. It was cold, she assured herself. Ron's face had flushed an unnatural red when he leaned in to kiss her, and Hermione's had a pink tinge that showed she was nervous. Their lips touched, and immediately the room hushed. Sure, they had all been encouraging it, but both Ron and Hermione tended to shy away from intimacy, so no one thought they would actually do it!
But Ron and Hermione paid them no mind, and even if they did, it didn't show. What should have been an innocent peck turned into a lot more; all thoughts of friendliness were lost. Ron put his hands on either of her cheeks, turning her head ever so slightly sideways, and her hands quickly found there way to his shoulders. Ron moved his hands to her hips as they continued to kiss. After a few perfect moments, they pulled away slowly, their cheeks flushed and their heads reeling.
Draco whistled like a wolf, and said, "Not that bad, huh?" Then he added, "Shame you weren't that excited with me..." with mock disappointment in his voice.
Even Ron laughed at this, feeling utterly relaxed. He and Hermione reclined into the sofa behind them, as Ron dared Blaise Zabini to floo his head to Professor McGonagall's office and say 'I love your glasses' and giggle like a giddy schoolgirl.
Both Ron and Hermione spent the rest of the night in a blissful fog; both of them reliving their kiss and picturing how great it felt, and how delicious it tasted...
A/N: Here's the second chapter! I got lotsa positive stuff on the first chapter, so i hope you like this one too!