I always loved a good truth or dare fic, so I've basically created one here that furthers the story. :P This one is mainly from Draco's pov. Hope you like it!
Thanks Ms Rowling! 3
"We will begin with Spin the Bottle to warm everyone up I think," said Pansy, "as that tends to get less personal than the others. Don't worry though, Truth or Dare will be next!" She proclaimed with relish.
That said, she produced a firewhisky bottle. "Thanks to the Slytherins for polishing this baby off!" Ginny called out, causing a bout of laughter from the group.
"The rules are simple," Pansy ploughed on. "We will go clockwise, until each person has had a turn so that everyone gets to engage in liplock (she winked.) You have to give it a legitimate spin, no intervention in who it lands on. NO MAGIC! You kiss who you get, boy or girl, and the kiss must be a minimum of ten seconds. Game on!"
She spun the bottle, staring with furious concentration and excitement as it whirled around and around. Draco watched it with apprehension. It was no secret that Pansy would love nothing more than to give him a good snog and never let go—the girl was merciless and determined. She had been latched on to Draco since they first came to Hogwarts. At one time, her attention was okay. It was nice to be appreciated and wanted, but Pansy wasn't worth much else. She was incredibly annoying and Draco had quickly grown bored with her. Spending time with Pansy didn't hold a candle to his evening with Hermione….Draco quickly gave himself an inner shake as screams reverberated around the room—the bottle had stopped spinning.
"Ron Weasley!" Pansy shrieked. Casting a glance at Ginny, Pansy sighed, stood up, and waited impatiently in the center of the circle until Ron lumbered over, looking slightly green. Draco almost felt bad for the Weasel. Seemingly determined to get the incident over with, Pansy reached up, tugged Ron down roughly and began kissing him. As soon as someone called out "Time," she pushed him away harshly and returned to her seat looking decidedly pouty. Draco heard her grumble, "What a wasted turn!" to Daphne. Interestingly, Daphne only glared at her coldly before shooting a quick glance at the Weasel, cheeks flaming. Hmm….maybe Daphne understood Draco better than he had originally thought.
It seemed as though the game dragged on and on to Draco—the bottle didn't land once on him. Blaise had to kiss Luna Lovegood which was kind of funny, though while Draco thought that the girl was incredibly strange, he also thought that things could have been worse for Blaise. Draco could have sworn that Potter used magic, what were the odds that the bottle honestly landed on the Weaslette without tampering? He felt slightly mollified when the Weaslette's spin landed on Blaise, though he was surprised when his friend seemed slightly apologetic as he kissed Ginny fairly conservatively. There were catcalls when a Hufflepuff girl had to kiss a Ravenclaw girl….and then it was Hermione's turn. Draco didn't tear his gaze off the bottle as she spun it, nor throughout the duration of its spin…where it landed on Neville Longbottom. The room grew fairly quiet, this was an interesting turn of events, no one knew quite how to react. A blushing Hermione met an incredibly nervous and remorseful looking Neville, the boy seemed to feel bad about making her kiss him. Hermione smiled at him kindly and whispered something softly to him that made him relax. Smiling at him, she leaned up on her tiptoes and began kissing him softly. The two were fairly conservative as well, but they were certainly kissing for the ten seconds. Draco felt the jealousy flair in his stomach and grumble indignantly. He wanted to be up there in Neville's place! When their time was up, the two broke apart and shared a friendly glance, both of them red in the face. This seemed to make the tension in the room dissipate for all but Draco, who sat there glowering until his turn.
To his utter dismay, his bottle landed on a Ravenclaw boy. The room grew deathly quiet, wondering how Draco would react. The boy looked utterly terrified, and didn't get up, as though waiting to gage Draco's reaction. Draco spotted Hermione watching him and knew instinctively that she would want him to be a good sport and get it over with. Taking a deep breath, he did something unprecedented for him. He got up, stood in the center of the circle and waited for the boy to meet him. The boy came up cautiously, as though expecting Draco to hex him at any moment. But Draco merely leaned in and gave him a stationary kiss without any monkey business that he dutifully held until the time was up. As soon as he heard the call, he broke away, wiped his mouth off and returned to his seat at lightning speed. He caught Hermione's eye and was thrilled when she shot him an approving nod accompanied by a radiant smile.
The game ended with Blaise getting picked again, this time by Daphne Greengrass. When Daphne looked unaffected, Draco's suspicions were cemented. She had had a humongous crush on Blaise for the past several years and would have jumped at the chance to get to snog him for any length of time.
With Daphne's turn finished, they were back at Pansy, who seemed to have gotten over her sourness at her turn because she screeched ecstatically, "There you have it folks, now it's time for Truth or Dare!"
Laughing in her cackling way, she grabbed the vial of Veritasserum and leaned over to consult about something with Ginny. Draco seized this as an opportunity to shoot a glance at Hermione, who was looking incredibly nervous, mirroring Draco's own feelings. What if he was asked something that caused him to expose his feelings for her? How would his friends react? How would she react?
He was saved from his fretting by Ginny clearing her throat. "We have decided that, in order to make things fair and more interesting," she waggled her eyebrows to be humorous, but really, she terrified the already nervous Draco, "we will create an impartial judge who will decide who you will be questioning or daring. I'll kick off this game."
Flicking her wand at the bottle, it glowed gold for a moment before spinning once more. When it stopped, it was pointing at Neville. Draco could have sworn that Ginny's shoulders sagged momentarily in disappointment.
"Neville, truth or dare?"
"Truth!" Neville said hurriedly, almost cutting her off. Everyone laughed, though they all understood. No one ever wanted to be the first to pick dare.
Ginny looked decidedly disappointed now. Draco heard Weasel whisper to Potty, "Smart bloke. Ginny picks the most evil dares, trust me."
Pansy handed Longbottom the Veritasserum saying, "A drop should do."
"Well, we'll start with elemental questions I guess. Who do you like?"
"Luna," Neville replied as though the answer had been ripped from him. The Veritasserum made him answer without question. He turned a deep shade of red and avoided all eye contact. Draco felt the knot in his stomach loosen at his confession however, as the memory of Longbottom kissing Hermione took on a different tone.
Clearly waning to divert attention from himself, Neville spun the bottle, which landed on Seamus. "Seamus, truth or dare?"
"Dare!" Seamus proclaimed cockily.
Neville thought for a moment before laying out the dare thoughtfully.
"I dare you to let the girls give you a makeover which you have to model for us….in lingerie." Neville looked quite pleased with himself, while everyone else looked shocked.
"Where did you get an idea like that?" Parvati asked in surprise.
Neville shrugged. "Oh, you'll be needing these now won't you?" He asked Seamus, innocently, handing him the blood-red, lacy bra and panties the room had just conjured.
"Very Gryffindor," Seamus said weakly, as he was lead off to the room divider that had magically appeared by a bunch of eager, giggling girls. Draco was relieved to see that Hermione wasn't among them. He was tired of the material girls.
A few minutes later, Seamus strutted out, (rather bravely, Draco had to hand it to him,) donning the lingerie, face caked in makeup, bows in his hair. He struck a pose, blew kisses…and rushed off to put on a few more layers.
When he returned, he gave the bottle a hearty spin. It landed on Pansy. Seamus couldn't restrain himself from grinning rather evilly. "Truth or dare Parkinson?"
"Dare." Pansy tossed her hair indifferently. Seeing the expression on Seamus's face, Draco was once again struck by Pansy's incredible stupidity.
"I dare you to…." Seamus looked like he was making a once in a lifetime decision. "Hmm…I dare you to…give every Gryffindor boy a lap dance! Adjustments right?"
Everyone laughed. Everyone except for the Gryffindor boys that is, who were looking angrily at Seamus, and Pansy, who was looking absolutely murderous.
After she had dutifully performed her dare and the boys had had time to recover, she spun the bottle which, to his great dismay, landed on Draco. This was it, the moment he had been dreading. Refusing to do a dare prescribed by Pansy, which would most certainly involve kissing her, Draco chose truth, forcing his voice to sound bored. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione watching the events unfolding closely.
When the Veritasserum was handed to him, Draco took a drop with a huge sense of dread, waiting for the shoe to drop.
"Tell us Drakey, who do you like and why?"Pansy simpered smugly, as though waiting for him to shower praise on her.
Oh no! Draco thought, but it was no use. As he panicked inwardly, outwardly, he was pouring out his feelings in a flat, monotonous voice.
"I like Hermione Granger."(There were gasps all around the room and a screech of indignation from Pansy.) Draco continued relentlessly over them, the potion forcing the words from his mouth. "I like her because she's real. She's confident, we have interesting conversations, she's funny, kind, and genuinely cares about me. I don't deserve anything from her after all I've done, but she treats me like I'm a good person, like a friend."
Silence followed his confession. Hermione's face was glazed over in shock, jaw dropped, eyes wide, but inside she was soaring with joy. Draco liked her. It hadn't all been in her head. He didn't think he deserved her! She couldn't wait to tell him that she returned his feelings. She bit her lip trying to contain her excitement.
As Draco regained control of what came out of his mouth, all he wanted to do was scream. He felt utterly mortified and worried as he looked around at the disgust on some of his fellow Slytherins faces. He might have been able to handle that if he had been able to get Hermione's support, but as he looked at her, all that he could see was utter disgust. Her eyes were wide and her jaw dropped. As he watched her, she began biting her lip as though wanting to scream herself. That tipped him over the edge.
"But don't worry!" he snapped, anger and embarrassment making his voce biting. "I can't control my feelings but I can control my actions. And I wouldn't touch a mudblood with a ten foot wand. I would never date her."
Getting up, he stalked out of the room, on one of the few occasions in his life where he had to force himself not to cry.