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Truth or Dare by Fred

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 1,592
Status: WIP

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

Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Crabbe Jr., Goyle Jr., Draco, Pansy
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Hermione

First Published: 02/15/2010
Last Chapter: 04/30/2010
Last Updated: 04/30/2010

Summary:
One silly game of truth or dare. That's all it took for Hermione's life to be turned upside down like a bully shaking out a kid's lunch money. Just one game.


Chapter 1: K-I-S-S-I-N-G
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“That is sooooo not happening,” said Hermione. “Not in a million years.” 

“Well then, you can’t play anymore!” cried Ginny. 

Luna nodded. “Sorry, Hermione, but you’re ruining the game.” 

Hermione sighed. “Fine.” 

Cho squealed. “So you’re going to do it?” 

“What choice do I have?” 

Luna and Ginny squeezed each other’s hands in excitement as Hermione got up from their picnic in the courtyard and started towards the place where Draco Malfoy and his goons Crabbe and Goyle were talking. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered as she got closer. 

Malfoy turned to look at her. “What are you doing here Granger?” he asked, annoyed. 
“Go away.” 

She took a deep breath. “This is a dare,” she said through clenched teeth as she grabbed him by the shirt collar. “What the hell are you doing, Granger?” demanded Malfoy. Hermione pulled him closer and kissed him, then pushed him away and returned to her circle of friends. She glanced behind her shoulder to see Crabbe and Goyle laughing their heads off and Malfoy blushing bright pink. 

Ginny grinned. “That was really funny.” 

“Shut up Ginny.” 

... 

“So, Granger, since when do you go around kissing Slytherins?” said a voice and someone laid their hand on her shoulder. Hermione whirled around, trying not to blush. It was Cedric Diggory and he was grinning at her. 

“It was a dare,” she grumbled and turned back to her Transfiguration homework. 

... 

Hermione was walking through the hallway towards her Charms class when Malfoy stepped in front of her. She tried not to blush as he raised one eyebrow at her. “What the hell do you think that was, Granger?” 

Hermione frowned. “It was a dare! For God’s sake...” 

“Everyone thinks you kissed me on purpose.” 

Hermione cringed. “That’s disgusting.” 

Malfoy smirked. “I’ll bet you liked it.” 

“It was the most revolting thing I have ever done in my life!” retorted Hermione, but she couldn’t help her flaming cheeks. “I am not blushing, by the way.” 

Malfoy grinned. “Just don’t do it again. Even though I know you want to.” 

He left, grinning, leaving Hermione standing there, fists clenched and cheeks bright red. 

... 

That afternoon in the courtyard, Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Cho were playing again. Cho had just finished reciting a love poem to Harry, while Luna and Hermione giggled and Ginny pouted. 

Now it was Ginny’s turn. 

“Hermione, I dare you... well, this one’s going to be obvious, isn’t it.” 

“What?” 

“Just a little kiss.” 

“You have got to be kidding me. For God’s sake--” 

“Just shut up and do it.” 

Hermione sighed and stood up. She trudged over to Malfoy who was admiring himself in the mirror. 

“What’s it like being in love with your own reflection?” asked Hermione. 

Malfoy looked up. “Oh, it’s you again. What do you want? Another smooch? But of course. Couldn’t resist the old Malfoy charm.” 

“Shut your mouth and pucker up,” she said and pressed her lips to his quickly. “And keep your mouth shut too.” She turned around to see a sea of wide eyes and open mouths. Everyone in the courtyard was staring at her. She felt her cheeks turn pink as a first year started chanting “Hermione and Malfoy sitting in a tree...” 

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

Chapter 2: The Great Realization
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The word echoed in her head. Kissing. Kissing, kissing, kissing. She had been caught kissing Malfoy. The news would spread like wildfire. The whole school would know within a week. A Gryffindor? They would ask. With a Slytherin? It’s just not right! 

... 

Hermione sat in the common room banging her head against the wall. “Idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot!” She sighed, pulling out her Potions textbook. Even homework didn’t put her in a better mood. 

She was in the middle of an essay on the many uses of Wolfsbane when she felt a hand on her shoulder and whirled around. A second year Gryffindor stood behind her, a shy expression on her face. “Excuse me,” she said quietly, “Mr Malfoy would like to talk to you.” 

Hermione blushed, hoping none of the other students in the common room had heard the smaller girl. She looked around and many sets of eyes quickly darted away from her, back to their various activities. 

“He has messengers now?” she mumbled, trying to avoid the glares, stares and embarrassed looks, and followed the girl out of the room. 

Malfoy was standing outside, leaning on the wall, a smug smirk on his face. 

Hermione grimaced. “What an arrogant prat,” she muttered to herself. Malfoy shooed the little girl, handing her a gold coin. He turned towards Hermione. 

“Okay, look Granger. I’m used to having girls all over me, it’s nothing new, but it just won’t work between us. And you’re kinda pushing it here.” 

“I am not! It’s not my fault! It was a dare, God damn it! Why does no one understand?” 

“It’s called ‘chickening out’. It’s what people who didn’t like the person they were being told to kiss would do.” 

Hermione clenched her fists. “I do not like you, Malfoy,” she said through gritted teeth. “I hate your guts. Sorry if you’re insanely inflated ego can’t take that. Not my problem.  Now go away.” 

Hermione was about to return to the common room when a brunette in green robes walked up to Malfoy. Hermione turned around, but glanced behind her shoulder to see what was happening. 

“Pansy, not now!” mumbled Malfoy, but the girl ran her finger down his face. 

“Oh Drakie, I just want to talk,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his. “About us.” 

“What is it now? You’re so clingy. Leave me alone for just a minute!” 

“Only because I love you, Drakie,” replied Pansy, pressing her lips to his. He leaned back at first, but then wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her back. 

Hermione flinched. She felt a strange feeling in her gut. A twisting, wrenching, terrible feeling. She returned to her Potions homework, thinking about the pain in her stomach. She tried to concentrate, but the words spun around in her brain, jumbling up. She dipped her pen in ink over and over, but could think of no words to say. And the feeling kept avoiding her. Eventually, she watched the sun go down and the moon rise up through the window, said goodnight to Ginny and Harry and Ron, and finally realized what the feeling was. One of the most gut-wrenching feelings in the world. 

Jealousy.

Chapter 3: A Plan
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Hermione stomped back into the common room biting her lip. She ran up the stairs to the dormitory, ascending two steps at a time. She flopped on her bed, kicking off her shoes. She slid under the covers as she fought with her own emotions. She sat there for what seemed like hours, tussling with herself, until she heard the door click open. 

“Hermione?” 

She peered out from under the covers to see Ginny standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised. 

“What’s up with you?” the redhead asked. “Is something wrong?” 

Hermione frowned, pulling down the covers. “Can I trust you Gin?” 

“Course, Herm,” she replied. “What’s going on?” 

“Well....” 

Hermione told Ginny about Malfoy and Pansy. 

“Yeah... I’m confused,” interrupted Ginny. “So Pansy’s with Draco? How does this have anything to do with you?” She paused for a second. “Uh-oh. I know exactly how this has to do with you.” 

Hermione bit her lip. “You’re probably right then.” She took a deep breath. “I have a teensy-weensy crush on Malfoy. There, I said it.” 

“Wow. I never thought I’d see the day. And yet here we are.” Ginny smiled. “It’s okay. You don’t think he knows, do you?” 

“Well... I don’t know. I sure hope not...” 

“Um, Herm?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Is it okay if I tell Harry? He is my boyfriend after all...” 

“No! Most definitely not! You can’t tell Harry anything, promise?” 

“Okay, fine.” Ginny paused a moment. “So what are you going to do?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, he’s with Pansy and you like him? Hello, you need a plan!” 

“Well I don’t know! How am I supposed to get Malfoy’s attention?” 

“I think I know just the boy... er, boys for the job.” 

... 

“Fred! George! I’ve got a job for you!” 

The redheaded Weasley twins bolted down the stairs. 

“Blimey Ginny, you don’t usually want anything to do with us at Hogwarts. Must be important, hey George?” 

“Perhaps some Skiving Snackboxes are in order? Or an Extendable Ear? Maybe even a Portable Swamp?” 

“No,” frowned Ginny. “No mischief, we just need to make Hermione more... obvious.” 

“Well, a Headless Hat would make her stand out,” mused George. “Generally people without heads make an impression.” 

“Or you could try some Ton-Tongue Toffee,” added Fred. “Makes your tongue turn purple and swell up. Very noticeable.” 

“No, no, no! In a good way!” huffed Ginny, but she couldn’t help but smile. 

“Well then you’re looking at the wrong blokes, Ginny. We specialize in making people look ridiculous, horrendous, weird, or downright goofy. Pretty’s not our area of expertise,” explained Fred. “Sorry.” 

Ginny sighed. “Well, I think you’re going to have to get his attention yourself.” 

“How? I’m not a flirty girly girl like Pansy! And that’s what Malfoy seems to like so... is that what I have to be? I don’t think I can pull this off Ginny! I’ll never catch Malfoy’s attention! Pansy’s the perfect flirty girly girl. How do I compete with that?” Hermione flew into a panic. 

Ginny frowned. “You’re not gonna like this but... you’re going to have to be a flirty girly girl.” 

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