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Truth, or Dare? by MeltingSnow

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

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

Summary:






Thanks to desirechocolate for the wicked banner!

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 8: Telling Them the Truth

I am so sorry for making you guys waiting so long! I’ve been extremely busy with my graduation speeches etc.

I thought about this chapter before I’d even written chapter one!

I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 8: Telling Them the Truth

“Good evening everyone! I hope you all enjoyed your Christmas holidays.”

At this point, Hermione glanced across the room, making sure no one saw. Draco was staring at her direction too. They grinned quickly, before turning back.

“It is heartbreaking to announce, that our lovely Arithmancy professor, Professor Vector, announced to retire on the last week before the Christmas holidays. I am sure that she has told her lovely Arithmancy students. So I am very pleased to announce our new Hogwarts professor. Professor Elaine Ebonsky!”

A loud cheer and applause erupted from the Great Hall, as Elaine stood up.

“It’s great to be back at Hogwarts! I left Hogwarts just a few years ago. I hope that you and I will all be very great friends. If you have any problems, please do not hestiate to come to me. I will be very happy to help you out. If you have any questions, I will give you best answers. Thank you!” The applause erupted again, and Hermione was one of the loudest of all.

At the end of the feast, Hermione hung back with Harry, Ron and Ginny, waiting for Elaine.

“That was a brilliant speech!”

“Thanks! I was quite nervous.”

“It went brilliantly! I have to more friends to introduce you to. Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley.”

“Hello! Hey, weren’t you the one who was taken into the Chamber?” she asked Ginny.

Ginny’s face turned just as red as her hair.

“Yeah,” she mumbled really quietly.

“I think that you were prefectly brave. There is no need to be embarrassed,” Elaine said in a slightly pompous manner.

“Thank you, Professor Ebonsky.”

“Call me Elaine. I feel really awkward getting called that.”

“Okay!”

“I think you guys need to go to bed now, I don’ t to take points off you guys on the first day back from the Christmas!” Her face transformed into a strict expression.

“Rightio! Goodnight!”

“See you tommorrow!”

Ginny and Ron went towards the Grand Staircases, whilst Harry and Hermione went into the portrait room, to their dorm.

Fernream Gasfeam. Professor McGonagall told me,” Hermione said knowingly.“Well, goodnight Harry, see you tommorrow.”

“Night!”

Hermione walked into her spacious room. Since the start of the school year, she had never slept somewhere else. She loved this room. With the lovely soft bed to sleep on,the giant walk-in-robe for all her clothes, the big study desk to put her school books on, the very high bookcase that reached the ceiling for her large supply of books, the comfy sofa to read on and the white marbled bathroom with a large spa to relax in.

Hermione tied her hair in a loose bun, and had a quick shower. Then she got into bed with Beyond the Darkest Magic If Voldemort was searching for Harry, she, Hermione Granger, as Harry Potter’s best friend, will have to know about Dark magic and help Harry. The minute she read the first paragraph, she was absorbed into the book.

(*)

“Harry, you look dreadful! What happened?”

“I stayed up late studying for our NEWTs; it’s only a week away. I need to study hard to graduate from school.”

“OH MY GOD! I totally forgot about NEWTs! I forgot that they made the exams a month earlier. I’ve been so busy with looking up spells to repel Dark magic! I haven’t been myself lately; I should’ve started studying last term! I need to do some studying before our first lesson. Bye! See you guys later!” And she was off, running to the library. Again.

Harry, Ron and Ginny sat down and ate their breakfast.

“Honestly, Hermione is getting a bit…” Ron put a finger up to his ear, and twirled it around.

“Ron! You know Hermione is a study freak, and you know she starts studying two months before exams,” Ginny said supportively.

“Oh look, the post is here!”

And sure enough, owls were swooping down everywhere. A handsome tawny landed in front of Harry; but it was addressed to Hermione.

“I’ll go give this to her,” said Harry.

Harry detatched the note from the owl’s leg, and walked down the aisle. It was a very small note. So Harry guessed it was from someone at Hogwarts. WHAM! Harry was concentrating so hard on the note that he didn’t see the pillar in front of him. Harry dropped the note, which landed on the side of the actual note. Harry saw the note as he picked it up.

Meet me in the NorthTower at 12:00.
Draco


Harry’s head started spinning even more. Why did Malfoy want to meet Hermione in the North Tower at midnight? And why did he write Draco? Harry accidently walked right past the library, and had to walk back.

Harry found Hermione in the area with the Charms books. Her head was bent so low into the book Harry was surprised to see that her neck wasn’t cracked. She was also so absorbed in the book that Harry had to call Hermione’s name several time before she finally lifted her head up.

“Oh hello Harry. I’m sorry, but I really need to do some studying before the first lesson.”

“I was just going to give you this letter.”

Harry handed Hermione the letter.

“Um, I accidentally saw the massage, and I was rather surprised.”
Hermione looked down, and Harry saw her face contort in rage. Before Harry could even say something, Hermione stormed out of the library. Harry quickly followed Hermione. She was outside the Great Hall, yelling at someone Harry couldn’t see. He walked closer.

“HOW DARE YOU FERRET! I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, AND IF YOU EVER WANT TO BREAK UP ME AND HARRY AND RON’S FRIENDSHIP, THEN DIE TRYING!”

Harry was even more alarmed than before. He never saw Hermione lose control before. Now, Hermione was pulling out her wand. Harry quickly went up, and put her arm down.

“Don’t, if you’re going to hex him, you’ll get in trouble, and he’s not worth it.”

“Yeah, Granger. If you’re going hex me, you’ll get in trouble. Or do you think I’m worth getting in trouble?”

This made Hermione explode again. It took Harry several moments to calm her down; but he was too late, she already punched him in the nose.

“Great move Potter, or else this Mudblood will have a lot to put up with.” His hand was put over his nose, which Harry supposed was bleeding, because blood was splattering down his robes. Malfoy cast one last look over at them before running into the dungeons.

“Wow Hermione. I’ve never ever seen you lose control like that.”

“It’s just the fact that I hate people who do things to me to make me lose my friends.”

(*)

Hermione slowly opened her door, making sure it didn’t creak. The minute she was out of the portrait, she ran along the corridor. Hermione checked her watch it was 11:58. The North Tower was silent. Hermione checked her watch again it read 12:00.

“Draco?” she whispered the name loud enough for anyone in the room to hear.

“I thought I was a ferret, and I’m trying to break your friendship with Potter and Weasley?”

Hermione jumped at the voice. She turned around and saw Draco walking our from the shadows.

“Draco! How’s your nose. I’m so sorry!”

“My nose is fine. It’s not as fragile as you think it is.” His voice was much colder than usual.

“Draco, I’m so sorry, I had no choice. I had no choice. I had to convince Harry we weren’t going out, or it would tricky to explain. But you had your faults too. You shouldn’t have said you were worth getting in trouble for. And you did call me a mudblood too”

“You could’ve at least hit me less harder. And I only called you a mudblood because you called me a ferret first. ” His voice was still very cold.

Obviously he wasn’t going to forgive her easily. So she went up to him and kissed him. After several moments, they broke apart.

“Will you believe that I didn’t want to hit you and call you a ferret?”

“Yeah, I do. I'm sorry I called you a mudblood.”
“It''s fine. It was m fault I called you a ferret. Draco, I think we should tell Harry and the others about our relationship. I don’t want to hit you again just to keep this relationship quite.”

“You know what Hermione? I’ve been thinking about that too. I don’t want to get hit again.”

“When should I tell them then?”

“Tomorrow.”

(*)

Hermione plonked herself down at the Gryffindor table. She decided to tell them in the morning. She wanted to get over the bound-to-come (yells, disbelieving expressions etc.).

“Hey Hermione.” Harry greeted her cheerfully. A pang of guilt hit Hermione. She was going out with her best friend’s worst enemy.

“Hey guys. I’ve got something to propose to you.” When no one looked up, she added, “it’s important.”

Ginny looked up from the toast she was playing with, her eyes full of concern. Ron, who was sitting with them for the time in months, went on chewing his cornflakes. Trying to ignore the distracting crunching noises, Hermione took a deep breath and began slowly, choosing her words carefully.

“I don’t know how this happened, it is like as if I’d lost my marbles, but when I think now, I don’t fell like I lost my marbles…”

“Hermione,” Harry cut her off. “ Can you just quickly say what you have to say? You’re worrying me now.”

Hermione took another deep breath, and said very quickly,” meanMalaregoout.”

Harry and Ginny shared quizzical looks before looking at Hermione. Apparently bewildered. Ron was still eating his cornflakes.

“Me and Malfoy are going out.”

Harry chocked on his cornflakes while Ron stared at Hermione mouth opened, a new spoonful of cornflakes halfway towards his mouth.

“You are not!” gasped Ginny.

Hermione shook her head slowly. She told them the story. How Draco asked her to dance the Christmas ball, and then kissed her. How Ginny left and he told her the feelings he had towards her; and everything that happened between them during the holidays. By the time she was finished, Harry and Ginny were gaping at her (Ron was still staring at her with his mouth open and his spoon was still half way towards his mouth).

After what seemed like hours of silence between them, Harry finally spoke in a extremely small voice.

“Don’t Hermione.”

“Don’t what?”


“Don’t go out with him.”
“And why, may I ask you would I not go out with him?”

“He’s going to hurt you.”

“Harry, he wouldn’t. He loves me.”

“So just a word of ‘I love you’ you believe a foe of yours for six years, an you won’t believe your friend for six years? Or have I never been your friend?” Harry’s voice was dangerously quiet.

“Of course you’re my friend, and you always will be, but he did seem very honest.”

“He could be acting.”

“You’re just jealous Harry.”

“JEALOUS! HE’S GOING TO HURT YOU! HE’S JUST PLAYING WITH YOU!” Harry had lost his control and he was standing up. A few people looked in their direction.

“JUST BECAUSE HE’S BEEN MEAN TO YOU FOR THE PAST SIX YEARS, DOESN’T MEAN HE WON’T LOVE ME!” Hermione was also standing up, and she was also yelling. They received a few more curious looks.

“HAVE YOU FORGOTTON ABOUT THE NAME CALLING? HAVE YOU FORGOTTON HIM CALLING YOU A MUDBLOOD? HAVE YOU FORGOTTON ABOUT THE CRITISISING?”

“He didn’t want to. He had no choice, or people would’ve been suspicious.”

“’I was forced.’ YOU BELIEVE THAT?”

“SO WHAT IF I DO?"

“Then you’re no friend of mine.” With that, he stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving Hermione and Ginny staring after him.

Ron, who seemed to come back to his senses, gave Hermione one last sweeping look before chasing after Harry.

Hermione sat back down. She felt tears leaking out. She hadn't expected it to go so wrong. Ginny, seeing the tears, put a comforting arm around Hermione.

(*)

Harry stormed out of the Great Hall, not knowing where to go. He was so angry at Hermione for being so stubborn.

“Harry! Stop!” Ron’s voice suddenly boomed out from behind Harry.

Harry did not obey; he continued to walk as fast as he could.

However, he was no match against Ron. His legs were longer than his, and before Harry even knew what was happening, Ron’s and clasped onto his arm.

Harry tried to escape from his grasp, but Ron was too strong for him.

“Harry, stop! Will you just listen! I know how you feel…”

“NO YOU DON’T! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT FEELS FOR THE GIRL YOU LIKE TO GO OUT WITH YOUR ENEMY!”

Harry stopped. Leaving ringing silence between them.

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