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"Fuck" Harry breathed. He tried the door again just to be sure. It didn't budge. "Just great," he muttered.

"And may I ask what is just great?" said a voice from behind him.

Harry whirled around to face Malfoy. " It's locked, you git," he said simply, not bothering to put any venom in his words. To his surprise, Malfoy's eyes widened.

"WHAT?" he shouted.

"We're bloody stuck here," Harry retorted.

Malfoy stared at him. This wasn't happening. He was locked in a tower with Harry fucking Potter. "What kind of deranged punishment is that?" he asked irritably.

"Don't you understand?" the voice came from the other side of the room. "They've obviously put us in here to settle our differences in a 'peaceful way' rather then fighting it out," Hermione reasoned sensibly.

Draco turned to face her. "Are you suggesting that they aren't letting us out till we've bloody 'made up'?"

She nodded. "Let's start talking," she said simply.

"There is nothing to discuss," Draco said venomously.

Hermione rolled her eyes and stated, "As you said yourself, the sooner we get over this stupid rivalry the sooner we can get out of here."

Draco scowled. He would have been perfectly happy living the rest of his life hating their guts, but unfortunately she was right: there was no other explanation for this situation. "Fine then, Granger, what to you propose we discuss?"

She raised an eyebrow. This was unexpected. Sure, he knew she was right, but she didn't expect him to admit it so quickly. Perhaps she had underestimated him. "Well, for one thing," she said, " I think we should start by calling each other by our first names."

This didn't go over well.

"Granger, I really don't see any reason to do so," he replied, putting an emphasis on "Granger."

"Well, Draco," she retorted, "calling each other by our last names isn't going to help us get along."

Draco sighed. He really didn't want to spend the night arguing with her. " Fine then...Hermione." It was labored and seemed to take him a hell of a lot of self-control, but he said it nonetheless.

She smiled. " Great, why don't we all introduce ourselves?"

It was Draco's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Is that necessary?" She gave him a wry smile.

"Of course it is."

Before he knew it, Draco Malfoy was sitting cross-legged on the floor in a circle with the eleven classmates that shared his current prison. They had been going around the circle each saying their full names, though almost all of them knew each other to a certain extent. Hermione had the awful idea of demanding that everyone say a fact about themselves along with their name. Draco was fresh out of ideas; so far it had been:

"Hermione Granger, and I've never gotten below an A---"

"Harry Potter, and I'm wearing my uncle's socks--"

"Ron Weasley, and I like peanut butter--"

"Seamus Finnegan, and I've managed to get drunk every Saturday night since fourth year--"

"Pansy Parkinson, and I have six cats--"

"Morag McDougal, and I've never eaten meat--"

"Blaise Zabini, and I get sick to my stomach when I hear country music--"

"Ginny Weasley, and I dye my hair--" (that was a surprise)

"Lee Jordan, I commentate for the Quidditch games--"

"Theodore Nott, and I've eaten an entire apple, even the core--" (Freak, Draco thought)

"Acacia Moon, I can levitate small objects without a wand--"

And now it was his turn.

"Draco Malfoy, and …." He racked his brain. "I'm a virgin," he finished lamely. He was met with shocked stares, even from his housemates.

" Well, well. Sex–god Draco Malfoy is a virgin. Who would've known?" Harry said with a grin from the other side of the circle.

Draco scowled at him, blushing slightly, "Yes, Harry I'm just dying to hear how many girls you've taken to bed."

It was Harry's turn to blush. "Well, I, er…status same as yours." If the group's eyes could have gone wider, they did. The two most popular guys in the school were virgins.

" My god, that's scary," Blaise said simply, capturing everyone's exact thoughts.

"So…" Hermione said rather awkwardly. "Why don't we do something to get to know each other even better?"

Everyone scowled.

"Well do you people want to get out of here or not?' Hermione asked huffily.

Everyone scowled again.

"Hmm…how about we play…" She thought for a moment. "Truth, Dare or Drink!"

This time everyone did not scowl. "Sure" was the mutual, noncommittal reply. At this Ron went over to the large chest and began to rummage through it. "Bloody hell, there had better be some alcohol in here…" He continued to rummage. "AHA!" he shouted. "McGonagall does have a life!"

He reappeared carrying a twelve pack of fire whiskey. Draco's eyes widened. " Dear god."

Hermione instantly whisked the whiskey away from Ron. "All right, who goes first?"

There was a conspicuous silence. Hermione sighed. "Don't make me pick someone."

"I'll ask first," Lee Jordan said, shrugging.

Hermione smiled. 'One rule. You can't ask the person who's just asked you. All right?"

There was tacit agreement and Lee Jordan looked around maliciously. "Hermione! Truth, Dare, or Drink?"

"Truth!" Hermione cried.

"Who's the hottest boy in Gryffindor?"

Hermione, receiving twin glares from Harry and Ron, replied, "Fire whiskey, please."

She took a swig, swallowed with a grimace, and set the bottle down in the middle of the circle. "So," she said, "my turn? Morag?"

"Dare," came the bored reply.

"I dare you to stand on one foot for the rest of the game!"

Morag looked at her as if she were insane, but got up. "Fine," she said, and raised one foot. "I select…Apple-boy."

Theodore scowled. "It's Theodore," he said.

Morag rolled her eyes. "Truth, Dare, or Drink, Teddy?"

"Truth."

"What does your girlfriend call you when it's dark?" Morag said, putting a very obvious implication on the last word.

Theodore glanced at Acacia, who shrugged. "It's your nickname," she said. He sighed. "Teddy-Bear."

There was mixed chortling and suppressed giggles. Theodore fixed on the most obvious chortler and, pointing, said, "You. Irish asshole. What do you want?"

Seamus smiled. "Drink," he said, and took a huge swallow. "Bloody Irish," Theodore muttered as Seamus asked Ginny.

"Dare," she answered. He smiled. "Fuck me,' he replied.

Ginny dove for him, and Seamus was delighted until he noticed she was diving not for him but the fire whiskey in his lap. 'Cheers," she said, drank, and replaced the bottle in the center of the circle.

Ginny demanded that Ron kiss Harry, but Ron quaffed the remainder of the bottle under his friend's puzzled stare. Ron turned to Draco.

"Dare," Draco said without having to be asked.

"Speak with a lisp for the rest of the game," Ron said, grinning.

Draco scowled. "I hate you," he answered.

Ron smiled harder. "Rock on, ath-hole."

Harry and Ron thnickered—I mean, snickered.

"Pith off, Potter," Draco sneered. "Truth, Dare or Drink?"

"Dare," Harry answered.

Draco smirked. "Thing a thekthy thong…to Theamuth."

Harry burst into laughter, then realized what his archenemy had just said. "Thea—Seamus?"

Seamus shrugged. Harry turned to Ron. "Open another whiskey, will you?" he said. Ron complied.

After a good long swig Harry turned to Hermione "Truth Dare or Drink."

Hermione looked at him. "Dare," she said rather meekly.

Harry grinned. "Kiss….." He surveyed the room; Hermione was petrified. "Ron," he finished confidently.

She looked surprised and relieved. "All right," she said brightly, got up and walked over to Ron. When she reached him she promptly lunged on him kissing him passionately, and he in satisfied surprise kissed back. After about five minutes and some obnoxiously loud complaining from their resident lisper, the two finally broke apart and Hermione took her turn.