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"Usual rules and here. The potion will last about three hours and will prevent you from lying." Why does she have to be so smart? All of us drank and Hermione went first.

"Harry, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"What's your sexual orientation?" Mudblood started the stakes high…

"Gay. Blaise?"

"Dare, of course." Blaise smirked, knowing full well that he didn't want to be telling the truth anytime soon. Dares were just too fun to pass up.

"I dare you to dye your hair blue with muggle dyes. No spelling it that way!"

"Done. By this time tomorrow my hair will be a bright blue. Hermione?"

"Truth."

"What turns you on the most?"

"Dirty talk." She blushed a deep red at that, but continued on with a determined look about her. Who knew? "Draco," I looked up surprised to hear my name.

"Uh...truth I suppose? I sure as hell don't want to risk dying my hair blue of all colors." Blaise snickered at that little comment.

"What turns you on? Only one thing, mind you." Damn it all. How can I get around this without giving myself away?

"Black hair. Harry, truth or dare?" Subject change was my ultimate best friend right now.

"Truth."

"Do you use toys, and if so, what kind?" If they were going to dance around the subject, then I would go in for the kill.

"It depends." Well fuck; he should be in Slytherin. His face turned about fifty-nine different shades of red. "Blaise?"

"I pick…dare."

"I dare you to…take Draco's shirt off." He did, much to my complaint. At least he didn't make it overly sexual like he could have.

"Draco, truth or dare?" The gleam in Blaise's eyes challenged me to wiggle out of my comfort zone.

"Dare," I sighed. I was resigned to my fate now.

"I dare you to sit on Potter's lap." I gaped. "It's either that or tell Dumbledore that he's a big old fat codger of a man in the Great Hall." I, less than reluctantly, went to go sit on the Golden Boy's lap.

"Harry, truth or dare?" My face felt like the pits of hell.

"I'm not afraid of you. Dare."

"I dare you to show us your favorite toy." Putting the humiliation on someone else would get me through this, as would taking two shots of firewhiskey in quick succession.

"Okay." He lifted me off his lap, which was a part of what I was aiming for, and came back a minute later with a collar and leash in hand. He set them down on the table and put me back on his lap. Damn it! Well this sucks.

"Hermione?" The witch chose truth, obviously seeing where some of the men were taking the game. "How many people have you cum in front of?" She blushed, less violently than before.

"Seven. Harry, truth or dare?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, I pick dare." I watched as the girl got a twisted smile on her face. Hahaha, this is going to be funny.

"I dare you to put that leash and collar on Draco." WHAT? OKAY, NOT FUNNY ANYMORE! SERIOUSLY! IS IT APRIL FOOL'S DAY ALREADY?

I must have frozen in place, because I heard Blaise telling me to relax. And…was I really blushing? Could I blush? What the hell? Me?

Upon realizing that I was, indeed, blushing, I hid my face into the first thing that I could.

Harry's shoulder.

Well crap.

I heard him whisper quietly, so quietly I had to strain to hear him, 'sorry' as he put the damn collar on me. When I finally looked up, I saw that he was just as red as me.

The game progressed and the only embarrassing thing I had to do was hit myself in the forehead (honestly, what was Blaise thinking?). They must have taken pity on me at some point, because as soon as I got something reasonable, the others stopped too.

Harry avoided any personal questions, and took a leaf out of my book. I continued being vague and aloof on any questions I was asked, and Harry attempted to follow my brilliant strategy. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the best at it.

It was nearing the last half hour of the potion when Hermione went.

"Harry, truth or dare?" He looked surprised at being picked as no one had picked him in almost fifteen minutes.

"Oh, um...truth, I guess..." A truly frightening smile lit up her face as soon as the words left his plump lips. Wait! Hold everything! Since when do I notice anyone's lips?

"Right. Tell us something no one but yourself knows. Not even something only one person knows." His face paled, and I felt a rush of pity. Feeling the urge to help the Golden Boy, I wrecked my brain about the way these Gryffindors play Truth or Dare.

"If a player wishes to take a dare or truth from another player, then they must wait for a full thirty seconds before requesting to take it. Only if majority of the group votes yes can he or she take the truth or dare." Hope surged through me at the memory.

I waited the remainder of the thirty seconds, and then could no longer hold in my eagerness to help. Not that Malfoy's are eager or anything...

"I wish to take Harry's truth." Everyone stared.

"Seriously?" Blaise looked at me with amazement. I nodded.

"Everyone in consent? That's majority. So Draco, something no one knows about you. Start spilling." I nodded. Something that no one knew, yet something that wouldn't give away too much.

"Well, the Sorting Hat didn't want to put me in Slytherin."

"WHAT? But the hat barely touched your head!" Blaise's outburst made it aparant that he wouldn't have believed me without the truth serum.

"Well I told it I wanted to be in Slytherin." I shrugged. "Blaise, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to ask out your crush tomorrow." He paled. About time, too.

"Draco, truth or dare?" Shiiiiiiiiiiiit...

"Dare." He's not going to scare me.

"I dare you to play your favorite music with that charm that Flitwick showed us." I shrugged and let the sweet symphonies of Adam Lambert inject my body and mind with courage. Everyone seemed surprised at some of the lyrics and their more suggestive meanings. Everyone, that is, except Harry. He actually seemed to know the music, if his humming was anything to judge by.

I watched him out of the corner of my eyes and hardly paid attention as the game came to a rather abrupt close. He opened his eyes, and I suddenly realized that the only thing I wanted in that moment in time was to get lost in those green depths and to lean against him. At the thought of leaning, I remembered where I was, and sat up ramrod straight.

"I think it's an excellent idea, what about you Harry?"

"What's a good idea..?" Caution colored his voice.

"Seven Minutes in Heaven, of course! We'll alter it so if you chose not to go, you must answer one really personal question about yourself." He reluctantly nodded as Neville came over to join us, claiming his essay was completed. Neville spun first, and it landed on Hermione. They both left to the confinements of a closet for seven minutes while the rest of them talked.

Blaise spun next, and the bottle landed on me. After vehement protesting from the both of us, the others let us answer questions instead.

"Fine. Who's your crush Blaise?" Hermione seemed a little bent out of shape that the subject of Blaise's crush never came up earlier.

"Professor Snape."

"Draco, why'd the hat tell you not Slytherin?" She clearly isn't going to let anything go.

"It actually told my Gryffindor. It said that the one I'd grow to love and need for the rest of my life would be with me in Gryffindor and it would let things go smoother. Plus, it said I wouldn't really grow into Slytherin stereotype material." Blaise snickered. "At least I don't have petty crushes on professors with greasy hair."

I spun the vial and it landed right back on me.

"Looks like you'll be stuck with Harry." Before I could say anything, I was suddenly in the air and moving towards the closet.

"I can walk perfectly well on my own, thank you very much!" I looked at my fellow Slytherin and quickly learned that it was not him, nor the Gryffindors who was levitating me.

It was Harry.