Recap: "You're the one who started this" Draco reminded her smugly.

"Whatever" Hermione said.

"I'll go first!" Ginny said mischievously. Hermione closed her eyes. This was going to be a long night.

"Truth or Dare, Hermione!"

"Truth" She sighed, knowing what was coming.

"Who are you taking to the ball?"

She waited for the unavoidable answer to pour out of her mouth, but it didn't. Perhaps he had modified it so she could only answer a question if she wished to?

She smiled smugly and took a sip from the bottle.

Ginny frowned. "I'll get it out of you somehow!" She warned.

"Truth or Dare, Draco?" Hermione asked.

'Draco?' Harry mouthed to Ginny. She was calling him by his first name, now?

He considered for a moment. "Truth"

"Why do you have Butterbeer spiked with modified Veritaserum in your room?"

"Because Pansy had the same idea you did, and she wanted to play with this stuff" He said with a grimace. "My turn. Truth or Dare, Hermione?"

Harry's eyes grew wider. They were both on a first name basis?

She eyed him warily. "Dare"

"I dare you to tell Krum the main reason you stay in touch with him is to annoy the Weasel"

She glared at him as she leant forward and took two sips. "You're a jerk"

"So you've told me" He said lazily.

"Okay, my turn now." She said, and she had a sadistic smile on her face. "I'm getting payback."

"I'm not afraid. Dare" Draco said languidly.

She smiled wider. "I dare you to go kiss Pansy Parkinson"

His eyes widened, then relaxed. "Fine"

"On the mouth. With tongue." She refined clearly.

He went pale. "So help me Granger, there is no way I am ever going to go near her again" He spat, and then took two long glugs from the bottle, as if to ward off the images.

She smiled wickedly, but inside she was wondering what she would have done if he had said yes. He had said he had no interest in Parkinson whatsoever, but feelings weren't always rational.

Everyone was staring at their banter now, and Ginny had a contemplative look on his face.

"Alright, Potter" Draco sneered "Truth or Dare?"

He stared him straight in the eye and said bravely said "Dare"

Hermione shook her head for her friend; if there was anything he should know, it was to never accept a dare from Draco Malfoy.

"Always the Gryffindor mentality, Potter" Draco sneered. "I dare you to announce in the Great Hall tomorrow at breakfast, that you'll be having a press signing and giving out autographs." He refined every detail to be sure that there were no loopholes.

Hermione could have laughed at the look on her friend's face.

An hour later, and Hermione and Draco had the most alcohol, followed by Ginny and Harry, then Neville and Luna. Somewhere along the line, Draco had switched the Butterbeer for Firewhiskey, so Hermione was more than slightly tipsy.

Draco and Hermione had spent most of the game choosing each other, mainly for revenge. They had grown increasingly more relaxed with the more Firewhiskey they drank, until they were talking to each other like the others weren't even in the room; although she wasn't sure if arguing counted as talking.

"Okay," Ginny said. "Truth or Dare, Hermione?"

"Dare" she said, not afraid of the other witch. But Harry's solemnly shaking head told her she should be.

"I dare you to kiss Malfoy" she declared.

Hermione's jaw dropped, Draco's eyebrow rose reflexively and Harry stared at his girlfriend as if she had gone mad.

"Fine!" she said finally, regaining her composure. She rose and unsteadily made her way over to the Slytherin, who was watching the proceedings with a confused look on his face.

She sat down next to him and glared at Ginny, who had a wicked smile on her face, before pressing her lips to his.

She got a glance at his shocked expression before she closed her eyes. She knew he wasn't expecting her to go through with it, so it must have been pure reflex that made him kiss her back.

He cradled the back of her head, and she threw her arms around his neck, vaguely aware of the sound of the blood pumping in her ears and her friends, still watching.

His lips were so soft, and when his tongue touched her lips, she parted them willingly.

Eventually they had to break apart for oxygen, and she panted in the sweet air, one hand raised to touch her lips.