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Truth, or Dare? by MeltingSnow

Format: Novel
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 34,343

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Mystery, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Narcissa, Draco
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Lavender, Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna

First Published: 09/25/2010
Last Chapter: 02/12/2012
Last Updated: 02/12/2012


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When one loves another, but find out they've been lied to, what will they do? But what will the third person do when he finds out the others still love each other?

Chapter 2: Thoughts

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Chapter 2:Thoughts

Harry awoke with a start; someone was knocking on the door. He walked over, head feeling very heavy, and opened the door. Hermione stood there her hair not tied up, her robes were not put on, and only one shoe was on her feet. It was obvious that she was dressing as she made her way towards Harry’s room.

“Harry quick, we’re going to be late. We forgot to set clock on the clock tower last night, so everyone’s going to be late, but the heads of houses are going to every house, but if you don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late!”

“Let me sleep some more,” he said angrily.

“No you can’t Harry, potions is our first lesson.”

“Good, I don’t want to see ‘Professor’ Malfoy, and I want some more sleep.”

“You don’t want to lose points on your first day do you? Because remember, she is a professor, and she can take away house points.”

“Oh bother.”


Hermione and Harry met Ron at the entrance to the dungeons.
“Where’ve you been? I was waiting for you guys in the common room, but you guys never came back,” he demanded as they made their way to the back of the room.

“We’ll tell you later,” Hermione said quickly as Narcissa made her way in the room.

“Good morning everyone, as you all know I’m Professor Malfoy, which means, I’m Draco’s mother.” She looked towards Malfoy who was avoiding her gaze. “So if I see any of you hurting or bullying Draco or his friends, you shall get the harshest punishment.”

“Honestly, she doesn’t even try and conceal her favourism towards Slytherins.” Hermione said angrily, 45 minutes later. “And Syltherins’ the one bullying, not Gryffindors’.”

Both Harry and Ron nodded vigorously.

“So, now can you tell me why you two didn’t return to the common room last night?”

“Harry needs to have his own ‘protective’ common room and dormitory.”

“Then why didn’t you return Hermione?”

“It’s my ‘responsibility’ as head girl to ‘protect’ Harry. So I have to stay with him.”

“What! You’re sharing the same dormitory?” he sad wildly, looking from one to the other.

“No, we all get our own rooms Ronald. Use your brains,” Hermione said restlessly.

“Oh, I thought that yo-"

“Are you guys ever going to move, or do I need to curse your heads off?”

They whipped around, and Malfoy was standing there smirking his head off. Hermione suddenly stood rigged, feeling breathless. Suddenly very horrified at the fact that she was feeling breathless around Malfoy, she pinched herself, which brought herself to normal.

“I’ll like to see you try.”

Malfoy made a move to get to his wand, but Harry got there before him.

“One move, and I’ll hex you.”

Pansy Parkinson glared at Harry, and Malfoy was backing away.
“You heard what my mother said, you’ll get punishments.”

“Ah, look, he has to rely on his mummy,” Ron said scathingly.

Malfoy stalked off, with Pansy Parkinson tottering after him. The trio laughed openly, and made their way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Professor Lupin came into the classroom, and placed his tatty suitcase on top of the teacher’s desk.

“All of you will know me as I taught you guys in your third year, but for those of you with poor memory-“ a couple of people laughed; and the professor smiled himself, but he went on as if no one interrupted him. “ I will introduce myself. I am Professor Remus John Lupin, and I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. It is my responsibility to help you to pass your NEWTS……”

Hermione wandered way in her thoughts. Draco has changed. He’s hair isn’t sleeked back, it’s parted in the middle, and he’s grown taller, fitter. He’s so handsome! A horrified look spread across her face. Shaking her head vigorously, and trying to forget about her thoughts, she dragged herself to present; and concentrated on the lesson.


“Hermione, is something wrong? You seem……… odd,” Harry said worriedly.

“Wha- no, no I’m fine!” she said quickly.

Ron narrowed his eyes, not believing her.

“Guys, look, I’m just a bit stressed with work.”

“Work? We’ve hardly done any work,” Ron said sharply. “You’re not taking extra lessons again, are you?”

“No,” she said simply.

“Then where are you getting this ‘work’?” Ron bent his fingers as he said work.

“I’ve been reading books over the summer-“

“Is that unusual?” Harry asked Ron.


“Don’t interrupt me!” Hermione snapped. “So, I was reading, and I noticed that books on Harry’s past were a load of dung. Not one single bit of it’s true.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“They’re making up things, just for the sake of it.”

“How?” asked Ron, bewildered.

“For example, in one of the books, they said that Harry saved the philosophers stone by smashing the Mirror of Erised, and killed Quirrell, as he made for the door. They also said that he went and saved Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, he blasted Tom Riddle to pieces; and that in his third year he went looking for Sirius, and killed the dementors with the patronus charm, on his way; which is totally rubbish. Dementors can’t be killed with a patronus charm. I don’t know why they even published it.” Ron opened his mouth to comment on it, but Hermione cut across him. “In his fourth year, they said that he took on Voldemort and his Death Eater’s at once, they didn’t even mention Cedric, and Harry’s parents came out from Voldemort’s wand. IN his third year, it said that Harry ordered the centaurs t take Umbridge away, and that he battled all the Death Eaters all at once when all his friends had fallen. They didn’t even mention Neville was still with him; and they also said that last year, Dumbledore took him to a haunted house, and he attempted to stop Snape when he tried to kill Dumbledore, but he was stunned by Fenrir Greyback.”

“So?” Ron said.

“So, I’m writing some books on the truth.”

“Are you just doing it so you can get some fame? Because all the things you mentioned all seem to not talk about you.”

“How dare you Ronald!” she screeched.

With one last withering look at Ron, she stomped down the corridor.


Hermione walked down to the Charms classroom with Harry. She was angry with Ron for saying those hateful words. So he had gone to the Charms classroom with Lavender. She and Harry found a seat for two, near the front, so they could avoid Ron. Harry too had said that Ron was a idiot, and that he agreed with Hermione that she should write books on the truth. Harry’s word for this was everything, so Hermione was quite happy with Harry.

Tiny Professor Flitwick was standing at the teacher’s desk, waiting for everyone to come in. Once everyone had seated themselves, he started the class.

“Good morning everyone, this month, we’ll be revising on spells we’ve done the previous six years that would most likely be in your NEWTS……”

As Professor Flitwick went on, Hermione’s mind wandered again, but this time, she found that it was harder to forget about her thoughts. Draco’s image kept popping into her head. No matter how hard she tried to forget it, she just couldn’t.

“Hermione! Hermione!” Harry’s voice popped into her thoughts.
She looked around to Harry and saw he had a deep look of concern on his handsome face. She looked around to the class, and saw several of them were laughing, no doubt at her.

“Professor Flitwick asked you to perform the summoning charm. He said it was bound to come up in NEWTS.”

“What? Oh okay, but what do I summon?”

More people behind her laughed.

“The cookies on Professor Flitwick’s table."

“Oh! Accio cookie!”

One of the cookies from Professor Flitwick’s table zoomed into Hermione’s outstretched hand.

“Good! Miss Granger here surely has mastered the summoning charm. Now Mr. Finnigan, lets see you try.”

45 minutes later, Harry and Hermione made their way out of the charms classroom.

“Hermione, what happened to you during Charms? You never daydream during class.”

“I don’t know what’s got into me Harry. I was daydreaming about Draco Malfoy.”
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