"Truth or Dare?"

It had been about a month since Hermione slapped Draco Malfoy. They were getting along better, but Hermione was still disgusted with him. He was given a bell to ring when ever he needed her to do something for him. He rang the bell all throughout the night and Hermione was on the verge of breaking it.

At the moment, she was sleeping in her bed because of all the exhaustion that Draco had put her through. She suddenly sat bolt upright from hearing the loud ring coming from two rooms over.

She groaned and got out of bed to go tend to the boy that she absolutely hated. She had never expected Draco to be this persistent. When she got to his room, he was sitting up and he patted his pillows. She walked over and fluffed them. Before she could leave, he said, "Hermione? Aren't you forgetting something?"

Hermione turned around and walked to the opened window. She closed and locked it before leaving. Draco was making her more exhausted then she had been in her entire life.

Hermione left his room and went to the common room and sat on the Gryffindor couch. She sat there for about twenty minutes, gazing into the fire when Draco rang his bell again. She waited, hoping that he wouldn't ring it again, but her hopes were shattered when she heard the bell ring a second time.

Just as Hermione was about to open the door, she realized that she was wearing what she wore when she went to bed; a black lacey silk bra, and short shorts that made her but look very perky. That's when she got an idea.

She ran into her room where she went to armoire. She opened it and got her school uniform to put it on.

When she walked into the room, Draco was standing by his bed posts and he fell on them as if he had passed out.

Hermione was padding a cold rag to Draco's head when she heard a knock on the portrait hole. When she went to open it, Blaise Zabini was standing in front of her. She let him in and led him to Draco's room where they started to talk in a civilized manor.

"I never thought that Draco would ever care about you, Granger."

"I didn't either."

They were silent for a moment.

"I guess he really does care about you, just like he's been saying for the past year and a half."

Draco started to stir and his eyes opened to find the two of them looking down at him with concerned faces. Hermione conjured a glass of water and two little pills that made him feel better immediately.

They went down to the common room where they had some butterbeer. Hermione was on her fifth when Blaise suggested that they play truth or dare.

Hermione accepted on one condition. "Nothing that is said or done in here can be repeated."

Draco and Blaise agreed with some reluctance. Hermione asked Draco the first question. "What did you do to your leg?"

Blaise looked at Draco, who avoided both his, and Hermione's concerned faces.

"My father. He slammed me into my bedroom door and for once, I fought back. He used a curse and made it so that not even Dumbledore could heal my leg, let alone Madame Pomfry."

Hermione sighed and said, "I'm sorry."

"Why? My father is an ass anyway,"

"Yes, but still."

Blaise changed the subject by saying that it was Hermione's turn.

"Truth."

Draco and Blaise looked at each other evilly, but Draco asked the question.

"Are you a virgin?"

Hermione stared at them with a glazed look in her eyes. She seemed to be looking back on a memory and tears were starting to fall down her face.

Draco pulled her into a hug and said, "You don't have to answer that."

Blaise motioned that he was going to leave and Draco nodded.

Hermione fell asleep in Draco's arms as they sat on the floor. He picked her up and brought her to his room. He stared down at her face and had a sudden desire to kiss her. He resisted the urge and left for the common room. He had no idea what was happening. Every time he looked at Hermione, his stomach flipped.

Blaise stood in front of the newly lit fire and said, "How is she doing?" just as Draco sat down on the green couch.

"I never thought that she and I would have so much in common."

"What do you mean?"

Draco thought for a minute.

"She and I have been abused and we still put on an act to hide it."

"She's abused?"

Draco looked up from the floor and said, "After we asked her that question, she broke down as if she had a terrible memory of being raped. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared."

"So who so you think it is?"

"I don't know."

"Well, do you want to talk?"

"No. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Draco went upstairs after Blaise left the portrait hole. For some reason, he went to Hermione's room and took out a chair. He waited by her bed for a long while until he finally fell asleep.