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Chapter 1: I Dare You

"Excuse me?!" Hermione Granger asked, a look of shock mingled with disgust spreading over her face. Her voice squeaked in alarm and incredulity. Blinking furiously she stared at Ginny Weasley wide-eyed, her cheeks nearly as red as her best friend's hair.

"You heard me! I dare you to seduce Draco Malfoy. It's perfect!"

"I think 'perfect' is a terrible overstatement." Hermione crossed her arms, staring daggers at Ginny.

"C'mon Hermione, lighten up," Dean Thomas said from somewhere to her left. She did not look at him; Hermione's gaze was unfaltering.

"Right, it's not like you have any exciting secrets - we all know already that you snogged Viktor Krum," Ginny giggled and looked at everyone else in the room before looking at Hermione again, "and that is the best you've got. Sorry, love. You need some new secrets." She winked.

Sitting on the foot of Ron's bed was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who were squealing with delight. Of all the dares that evening, this was the most amusing of them all. It was plainly obvious by the dreamy look in their eyes, though, that they each secretly (or not so secretly, rather) wished this was their dare.

"But she hates him! And Malfoy'll probably hex her into next year if she tries" Ron spoke, sitting on this own bed with his head leaning on his headboard. He, too, was red in the face. Leaning up he spoke up a little more sternly this time. " I won't let her get hurt over a stupid game of Truth or Dare."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself against Malfoy, Ron." She emphasized Malfoy's name, punctuating it with disgust.

She looked back at Ginny. "But he's right - I hate Malfoy and he loathes me, too. Ginny, this won't work. Dare me to do something else. Anything else." She pleaded, playing with the charm on the necklace she was wearing.

Honestly, she could do it, but what if Draco Malfoy rejected her. She would be humiliated. Hermione snorted with derisive laughter. 'If.' That hypothetical question was absurd, she thought. He would reject her and hold it over her head, gloating that he, Draco Malfoy, the world's biggest prat, could get anyone - even Hermione Granger. There was no way in hell she was going to give him that kind of satisfaction.

"It's either you snog Malfoy or you profess your undying love to Snape in the middle of your next potions class." Ginny stated, with a gloating expression.

Hermione's jaw dropped. She leaned her elbows against her knees, her face buried in her hands. If it were possible for someone to die from embarrassment, she'd already be six feet under. This was simply awful! Either way she was going to be humiliated beyond belief. She had gotten the worst dare out of all of them. Harry had had to propose to a house elf - who, immediately afterwards, ran crying bloody murder beating her head against a banister until she was ordered to leave (Hermione was not amused in the least). Ron had had to streak in the hallways singing the Hogwarts school song - well he actually screamed it, he was so nervous. But this, this was even worse than Lavender admitting she'd conform to bestiality for the divinations professor, Firenze, a handsome centaur. Ugh! And that was just plain disgusting.

"It's just a dare, Hermione. It's not like it will affect the rest of your life. Plus, no one else has to know other than us here," Seamus said, looking at everyone, receiving agreements in the form of nods.

"Yeah," agreed Dean, "plus, if you do this, I'll nick a pair of Filch's underpants and hang them in the Great Hall!"

Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean all roared with laughter, while the girls' faces scrunched up. They looked as if they might hurl.

'Boys,' Hermione thought, shaking her head wearily. "That really is quite revolting, you know," she said out loud. Sighing she realized there was no use in trying to get out of her dare. She looked around the boy's dormitory while she thought about what she had to do. She laid her head back against Harry's headboard, looking at Harry who was leaning on one of his bedposts.

"I bet you can't do it," Harry said still laughing. He inclined his head toward Hermione, smirking at her, his green eyes conveying mischief.

Ginny looked up at Harry, winking at him so that no one else saw before turning back to Hermione. "Harry's right - you can fight against whatever You-Know-Who affiliates you cross, and you're wicked smart, but you can't kiss an innocent boy?"

"Ha! Draco Malfoy is anything but innocent," Hermione retorted. They doubted her! It was bad enough that she doubted herself, but it would've be nice to have had their support. Hermione furrowed her brow and crossed her arms even tighter, if it were possible.

Harry chuckled, "Watch out Hermione, you're going to give yourself premature wrinkles. Just get it over…" He was cut off by a loud laughing coming from Parvati. She and Lavender had been talking in whispered voices, but in their excitement their voices amplified considerably.

"Merlin, I hope he's not innocent…" Lavender purred, Parvati giggling in concurrence.

"I wonder if he really can do that thing with his tongue…" she trailed off, her chin resting against the palm of her hand, head cocked to the ight in a dream sort of trance.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Just because I'm not a bunch of slags like you lot…"

"Hermione, seducing one person doesn't make you a slag," said Lavender, "seducing lots of them does." she smiled devilishly. It was Ron this time who rolled his eyes.

"You would know," Ginny said, and both girls and Parvati laughed, while Dean and Seamus chorused an "Ooooh!" Hermione just sat stock still.

"Well at least I've had my share of fun…" smiled Lavender. Seamus audibly mutter under his breath "And then some…"

"Think about it, Hermione," Lavender continued, ignoring Seamus and Dean who were sniggering beside her, "For a moment you will have complete power over Draco Malfoy - the most eligible guy in school! If you do this, you can hold it over his head for ever that, of all people, he gave in to you!"

Hermione just stared at her. "Complete power," she repeated almost inaudibly. What it would mean to have complete power over Malfoy. She could trick him then expose that it was her. Merlin, he would die! She smiled to herself, this was the chance to screw up Malfoy's idea that he was God's gift to earth. As an added bonus, every time after tonight that he would even consider teasing her or any other Gryffindor for that matter, she would remind him of his secret that he wouldn't want to get out. It would be like blackmail.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Yes!" Ginny and Lavender squealed. Parvati, however, did not since she was still daydreaming about whatever it was that Malfoy could do with his tongue.