Disclaimer: Read chapter 1.
Warning: This is a fic containing yaoi so be warned reader, because the pairings are HP/DM and HG/RW
Note: I know the rating may seem too high (would be more of a teen rating actually) but it's a protection for the later chapters in which you could see more mature themes.
Chapter 2: The Dare
In the last chapter
Hey, why is Harry grinning like a winner? Since when was he happy again! And because of Malfoy! No way…
There is a mystery to unfold and I, Sherlock Hermione, need to discover it!
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I really need to know why Harry is grinning like that; it's not in his habits… It's more the type of grin Malfoy would give us when he is planning some evil joke to make our lives a living hell… Well, Harry may have found a way to make Malfoy's life a living hell too. It's about time he realizes he can do it too…
So our little Harry now knows he can fight back with something else than bad words. I wonder what his plan is… I shouldn't interfere and put myself in trouble too. I won't interfere, I promise.
Oh screw it, I'll help him anyways. And stop being so surprised each time I'm saying a bad word would you! That'll be for Malfoy calling me a mudblood. Oh joyful memories… Well I'm being sarcastic but still there was some good in it, Ron defended me like a knight in his shining armor rescuing his princess… No I'm not sighing like a loveless puppy. Or maybe I am. But still, I'll take my revenge on Malfoy for everytime he has called me a mudblood and for the way his family treats house elves!
I know I'm not over the group I started to protect house elves… I mean, look at them! They are so maltreated! I'm sooo going to make the sexy blond… err I mean Malfoy eat dirt!
'Err, Hermione? Why are you looking at Malfoy giggling and grinning sadistically with a dirty look? You could make a child go away screaming in fear…' Ron said.
'Why, thank you for such a nice remark on children, mister Weasley. You are saying I wouldn't make a good mother?' I spat back, furious.
'I don't understand the link with you not being a good mother Hermione, it's just… If you would have seen yourself just a while ago, I'm sure you would understand.' The stup… err red-haired answered with a little fear. I think he is afraid of me when I'm angry, that is soooo cute!
'It's okay, really, Ron.' I replied with a big smile. You think I'm moody? Well… I AM a girl you know…
'I think Harry have something to tell us, right Harry?' I added with a grin.
He just came back from his dream-like state, blinking at us.
'Harry, you DO have an evil plan for Malfoy don't you?' I repeated.
'Well kind of…' He started regaining his grin from earlier. 'I have something you could help me with guys. Are you in this?'
'Hell, sure we are mate!' Ron said with an excited voice.
'Damn right!' I nodded happily.
They gave me that weird look.
'Hey don't look at me like that guys! I'd like to help you! It's not because I'm a prefect that I can't break some rules…'
I think Harry and Ron were a little bit surprised but they didn't complain to have the most intelligent student of the sixth year's students to help them… Well, I'm only stating the truth I AM the most intelligent student. And I'm proud of it. And I'm modest. Not a tiny bit narcissistic on my talent. Well I'm good and I know it, what is the problem with that!
Okay I'm exaggerating now, I know. But now Harry is explaining his scheme. I should listen to him.
'… and then we'll see if muggles are that stupid.' Harry finished.
'Err, did I miss something?' I asked.
'You were dozing off again, weren't you? You shouldn't think that much; it's bad for your brain.' Ron answered.
'It wouldn't hurt you to do it more often…' I said with slight sarcasm.
'Hey it's not because I'm not the best student Hogwarts ever had that I'm stupid!' He replied with anger.
'It's not what I was saying you know!' I really hate it when we fight like that… People say it is love… I say it's bullshit. When we'll be able to agree more often then we fight, then I think he'll realize that I love him…
'Hey guys!' Harry said quickly to stop us from fighting 'You know it's not bad, I'll repeat my plan for Hermione. I wanted to bring Malfoy in a muggle's house and make him think we are doing magic by using electric things and making him afraid. We'll make him think it's a haunted house and dare him to go in it.'
I was surprised to see a great plan like that. Oh God it'll be the funniest way to make fun of him! Using muggle technology to make him afraid, brilliant!
'Bring him to my house. I'll show him my sweeper.' I answered with a grin.
Harry was grinning as well; he knew what a sweeper was since he was living in a muggle house before he knew he was a wizard. Ron was looking at us like we were mad.
'Ron, a sweeper is like a broom, but it's electric. It's powered by electricity when we plug it into the wall.' Harry tried to explain.
'I'm sure your father has on of them in his collection, you know it makes a sound like VVVVVVVV' I added with exasperation.
'Oh you mean an auto V broom! Yes dad has one.' Ron said, understanding.
'Err… Whatever you call it but the real name is sweeper Ron…' I replied.
'But how will we bring him in London? We can't leave the school ground unless we go to Hogsmead…' Harry asked.
'I'm sure Fred and Georges could find a way to go there…' Ron said.
'I know! They took their apparition test, no? They could bring us with them while they are apparating!'
'Good idea Hermione!' Ron said to me with a happy face.
'Could you owl them to ask if they could come by here, let's say… Tomorrow night? My parents won't be home since they are on a trip in France.'
'That could work…' Ron added with excitation.
'So Harry why don't you go and dare Malfoy now?' I asked.
'Okay… I'll go…' Harry answered,
We waited until lunch was finished. Then, Ron went to owl his brothers and I went with Harry to dare Malfoy.
'So Malfoy are you doing something interesting tomorrow night?' Harry asked him.
'Sounds like a proposition to me, Potter.' The beautiful blond spat.
'No way in hell! I'm asking if you are brave enough to face a haunted house.' Harry asked again.
'Seems like a dare… I'll go with you to this haunted house, just to see you chicken away.' Malfoy answered with the most venom he could put in his sentence.
'Fine. We'll see who's the chicken tomorrow night at 9 o'clock.'
'And why don't we put a reward in the end? I would be more interesting. The winner gets to ask whatever he wants from the loser. Fair?' The blond added.
'Seems fair to me. See ya tomorrow, loser.' The brown-haired guy with a scar said.
We went back to our common room to take our books. The next two class days will be long… We will see, Malfoy! You'll lose!
