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Sing To Me the Song of the Stars

I Dare You To Kiss Me

"Hermione!" A deep, masculine voice sounded through her room.

She smiled. Over the previous week, her and Blaise had developed and understanding towards each other; or in other words, a friendship. They'd spent almost every night in each other's company, merely talking.

"I'm in the bathroom!" She yelled as she finished with her makeup for the day.

She heard footsteps from behind and felt strong arms wrap around her waist.

"Hey you." She laughed.

Blaise smiled and took in her scent. Gods, she smelt good. He allowed himself to be momentarily taken with her, before opening his eyes again. He let her go and laughed as he saw her turn with a smirk that could match Draco's.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Never mind. Listen," he ran a hand through his hair, "Draco kind of invited himself over.."

He watched as her face turned from one of joy to one of horror.

"Malfoy? Coming here?" She cried in obvious frustration.

"Erm. Yes. You wouldn't mind… would you?" He asked nervously.

"Of coarse I mind! That boy is so damn prejudiced!"

"He's not! It's just the way he grew up."

""Blai-aiiiiiiiiiiiiiise. Can't you tell him your mother struck up a conversation with Mrs. Weasley at the supermarket and know the whole Weasley clan's coming over for the day?"

"I highly doubt he'd believe it." He stated.

"I don't like you." She muttered in response.

He smirked, "Aw, come on, love. He's okay once you get to know him."

"Suuure! My arse he is! He's still the same up yours pasty assed ferret whether you know him or not!" She huffed.

"Hermione."

Oh, so Zabini was getting serious on her. Damn him.

"Fine, I don't care." She hissed and stalked out of the room.

"Blaise! How you been?" A tall, pale, handsome blonde who went by Draco Malfoy asked him.

"Same as when you last checked, mate."

"Right."

Blaise led his friend through the kitchen doors in a comfortable silence, until he heard the scuffling of shoes behind him stop abruptly. But before he could turn around and ask what was wrong, Draco spoke, or shouted, more like.

"What the hell is she doing here?" He yelled in a disgusted voice.

Blaise gave him a questioning glance before looking around the room. Ohhh, Hermione was here.

"Dumbledore brought her over. She's staying for the summer."

"Why?" Draco demanded in horror.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the boy's stupidity and crossed her arms over her chest as she stood in front of him with a scowl.

"Mind moving, ferret?" She hissed.

It just so happened that Malfoy was standing right in her way, how convenient.

"Actually, I do, Mudblood."

"It gets old, Malfoy." She snapped in annoyance.

"No actually, I thought it would after a few years, but miraculously, it doesn't." He cried in mock excitement.

"You arrogant prick! Move your arse out of my way!" She was literally boiling with anger, how Malfoy enraged her.

Draco's feet stayed planted to the ground as he smirked down at her with crossed arms. He considered moving when he saw her pull her wand out of her back pocket, though.

"Don't make me curse you out of my way."

"Put the wand away, Granger. No magic outside of school, remember?" He nearly laughed at his wit.

She rolled her eyes once again at him. The boy was obviously a little dim witted, to say the least.

"Of coarse I remember, you git. I checked with Dumbledore just before school ended. I am allowed to use magic."

Draco leaned over to Blaise.

"She is kidding. Right?" He whispered frantically.

"Apparently not." Blaise stated, smiling like an idiot.

"Oh, fine." He growled and stepped out of the way.

They watched the petite brunette whisk away, and once she was out of earshot, Draco turned to his friend.

"Feisty one, she is." He grinned.

"Blaise, what say you to some firewhiskey?"

"Do you always have some handy?"

"No. Well, y-it's just a simple flick of the wand!" The blonde defended.

Blaise laughed at his friend's pathetic attempt to defend himself. A shame, really.

"Shall I fetch Hermione?" He asked, already getting up.

"Hermione, is it?" Draco asked while wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Sure is, mate." Blaise flashed his a grin and headed out his bedroom door.

Hermione, who was in the midst of falling asleep, jammed her eyes shut as she heard the door burst open. It was when she left a pair of strong arms wrap around her and lift her out of the bed that her eyes snapped open, only to find herself starring into the eyes of Blaise, again.

Oh Gods. Why do I always find myself starring into his eyes?

That's when she realised Blaise was holding her up in the air.

"Blaise Zabini! Put me down!" She screeched in fright.

He just smiled at her and carried her out of the room, ignoring the fact that she was punching and kicking for dear life. She considered biting him, but relented when he burst through another door, and dropped her on a bed next to Malfoy.

Oh. How comfortable, on a bed, next to Malfoy.

He looked at her for a second before passing a bottle of firewhiskey, already opened in her direction. She took it reluctantly and stared at it.

"Don't drink alcohol or what, Granger?" He smirked while raising an eyebrow at her.

"Well you could have damn well spiked it. Like I'm really going to drink it." She shot back.

"Just drink it, dammit! I haven't bloody spiked it. If I did, Blaise would most likely kick me and my drunken self out of here. So drink up, Granger."

"Well then why the bloody hell is it opened?" She nearly screamed, but managed to keep her voice down.

He shrugged as he took a gulp of his own beverage.

"Figured you wouldn't be able to open it."

Hermione glared daggers his way before sighing and taking a swig.

"Whoa girl, pace yourself." Blaise said as he strode back into the room and grabbed a bottle for himself.

The brunette flashed him a smile and lay back onto the headboard of the bed. The row with Malfoy had slightly shaken off her sleepiness, but part of her still longed to drift into unconsciousness.

"Granger, truth or dare?"

Her eyes fluttered open as she gazed confusedly at the blonde. She muttered a faint, "hhmm?" and looked to Blaise for a hint of what was going on.

"Truth, or, Dare." Malfoy asked, seemingly very amused.

"Err, dare I suppose." She said, not really aware of what she was saying and she closed her eyes once again.

If she had indeed kept her eyes open, she would have seem the grin on Draco's face as he spared a glance at Blaise.

"I dare you to down that firewhiskey in one gulp."

Hermione's eyes opened once again as she stared at Draco. Oh whatever. So she took her one quart drunken bottle and tipped it to her mouth. Oh Merlin, it was practically like drowning yourself. She gulped it all down and closed her eyes for a second, before smirking up at Blaise and Malfoy. To her amusement, they were both looking at her, completely shocked.

"Oh, it's my turn now, isn't it?" She squealed and straightened herself out.

"Blaise, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Oh.. And she had the perfect dare! Bugger.

"Blaise. Who's your latest infatuation?" She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Why of coarse, our dear Hermione." Blaise winked at her, causing the heat to rush to the girl's cheeks.

Draco was chuckling silently to himself when Blaise gave him a glare and said defiantly, "Truth or dare, Draco?"

"Dare." Came the reply.

To distract herself, she grabbed another bottle of firewhiskey and contemplated how the hell you opened it, before banging it against the desk beside her. Would you look at that! It worked! Feeling rather pleased with herself, she adjusted her position slightly, took another swig of her drink and put on a smile.

Blaise made his way over and whispered something into Draco's ear. The blonde's eyes widened considerably, but he smirked none the less.

"Done."

He just sat back and relaxed, something Hermione wasn't expecting at all. Done? How could it be done? Whatever. Maybe he had to do something later on. You know, this was getting rather tedious. Maybe she'd slip something in Malfoy's drink, just for perks. Yes, that would be funny. Ha ha. Oh God, she really was drunk.

The game seemed to go on forever, until Blaise declared Draco could have his room for the night and that he was going to sleep. Blaise made his way out of the room, swaying slightly and holding on to the doorframe for support. Malfoy edged his way closer to her.

"Truth or dare, Hermione." He said huskily.

"Dare."

What the hell? He was still edging his way over. Stupid ferret.

"I dare you to kiss me."

Oh Gods. Malfoy was getting just a little too close. Kiss him? Kiss him? Wasn't the game over anyways? And what exactly was he trying to pull? Oh, this had to be the dare from earlier. To hell with it, the boy was bloody hott. So she kissed him.