| The Dare By Purple People Eater Review Here Disclaimer: I don't own anything dammit! WHY do I always have to do these?!? Like I could think all this up. Takes place in the dream team's sixth year. **************************************************************************** ********* "Hey, Hermione!" Hermione looked up from her cozy armchair where she had been reading Hogwarts: A History: Revised Edition. In her opinion, it was far superior to the original copy, the main reason being that it included information about the house-elves. Even if they didn't make them out quite as Hermione would have liked, it was an improvement. "Do you wanna play Truth or Dare with us?" asked Ginny hopefully. Hermione looked wistfully at her book, then at the small circle of girls on the floor in front of the fire. As much as she would like to keep reading the book, her eyes were getting a bit sore, as she had not done anything but read it since she had gotten it at the last Hogsmeade visit. 'Why not?' she thought to herself. 'It would be fun. And besides, when was the last time I just relaxed and did something fun?' "Sure," she yelled back to Ginny and the rest of the group, which included Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, and three of Ginny's friends. She put her book into her bag and walked over to the circle and sat down slowly on the floor. Lavender looked around the circle eagerly. "Who wants to go first?" she asked. "Not me," answered Ginny immediately. One of her friends, who had long brown hair and dark brown eyes- Margaret, was it? -- immediately agreed with her. The other two looked at each other. The one on the left - short, with dark blonde hair and pale, pale blue eyes, named Liza- spoke up first. "I don't," she said. "But Trista will." Trista was a tall girl with odd looking green eyes and hair that never stayed the same color for more than five weeks but was currently blond. She had a reputation as a major slut and was really outgoing, but still a very fun person to hang out with. She sighed and glared at Liza. "Oh, fine," she said resignedly. Parvati, who was going to actually ask questions and assign dares, smiled evilly. "Good," she said in a way that told Trista she was in deep trouble. Trista gulped and fidgeted nervously. "We'll go clockwise around the circle." Hermione's heart gave a slight leap, as she was after Trista. "Now," said Parvati to Trista. "Truth or dare?" Trista thought for a moment. "Truth." "All right." Parvati said thoughtfully. After a moment a slow smile spread across her face. "Are you a virgin, and if not, who did you do it with?" Trista's face went beet red. Hermione was puzzled; a girl like Trista usually wasn't shy about stuff like that. She opened her mouth, but words wouldn't form. She shook her head no and went, if possible, even redder. Everyone squealed. "So." prompted Parvati after a moment's pause. "Who with?" Trista mumbled something inaudible. "What?" asked Hermione. "I don't think anyone caught that." "George Weasley last year," whispered Trista. Ginny went purple in the face and Parvati glared daggers at Trista as everyone else gasped collectively. "George?" squealed Margaret excitedly. "Oh my god!" Trista blushed. Some of the other girls continued to giggle, but Parvati scowled darkly. "Next," she said icily. Hermione took a deep, somewhat shaky breath. "Truth or dare?" Hermione thought for a minute. She couldn't risk truth, she decided. She couldn't take the risk of getting the same question, and she really didn't want to tell who she had lost her virginity to, blushing as she remembered that night with Viktor Krum. Looking back, she rather regretted it, but she couldn't change the past. "Dare," she said cautiously. Parvati thought for a minute. Then she looked evilly at Hermione. "Oh god." Hermione muttered. "Hermione," said Parvati slowly. "I want you to." There was a pause. "Just say it, Parvati!" said Robin impatiently. "Fine, fine," grumbled Parvati. "Hermione, I want break an unwritten rule. Any one, it doesn't matter. And I want it to be done in front of a teacher." Everyone looked at Parvati as if they had never heard of a better idea in their lives. Hermione, however, was horrified. "You want me to do *what*?" she sputtered. "I'm Hermione Granger! I'm a Prefect! I can't do that." "Well," said Ginny. "You have to." "And," Parvati added as an afterthought. "It has to be done in a class or during a meal. Tomorrow." Hermione was mortified. The others could say what they wanted, but Prefects would never do something like that. 'But,' she thought miserably, 'It doesn't look like I have a choice.' Parvati yawned. "Sorry, ladies, but I think I'm gonna go to bed now." Robin got up with her. "I'm a bit tired too." One by one, everyone got up and went off to bed (or in Trista's case, to go off slutting around), until there was only Hermione left. She sat on the floor, staring at the fire thoughtfully and thinking about what she could do for her dare. "Hermione?" Hermione looked around as Ron sat down next to her. "What're you doing?" "Thinking about my dare." "You actually played Truth or Dare?" "Yeah, so?" Hermione looked over at Ron and her heart gave a leap. His fiery hair in was disarray after he had run his hand through it repeatedly at the table where he and Harry had been (kinda) doing their homework. The firelight gave his already red hair a more intense luster. He looked at her, and Hermione's breath caught in her chest. She figured she had fancied Ron since the middle of her third year. But the first time she realized it was when he had looked at her in their fourth year and said, "Hermione, you're a girl!" She felt a stabbing pain in her heart and in her hurt had said something he certainly didn't deserve. Later, thinking about it, she realized that the reason she had felt that was that she fancied him and was hurt because of his obvious lack of romantic interest in her. After that, she had tried to treat Ron the same, but she was painfully aware of the stab of hurt she had felt when she had learned that he regularly drooled over a certain French veela, and her burning anger when said bitchy veela had kissed him, even though it was only on the cheek. 'He could never like me," she told herself sadly, somehow neglecting to notice his jealousy of Viktor Krum. "Hermione?" Hermione looked up, her train of thought abruptly broken. Ron was looking at her expectantly. "S- Sorry. I just... sorry." Ron looked at her strangely. "I asked you whether you chose truth or dare," he said. "Oh," said Hermione, feeling quite foolish. "Dare." Ron leaned in, intrigued. "What do you have to do?" Hermione blushed and looked down at the floor. She didn't want Ron to know, for fear that he would think that because it was so unusual for her to break a rule that she had been dared to do it, he would think she was boring. She shrugged uneasily. Ron gently put his hand under her chin and turned her head up so that she had to look at him. "Come on, Hermione," he said quietly. "You can tell me." Hermione shook her head. She could feel her face heating up. She looked up into his eyes to see him looking back at her with an unreadable expression. Then, with absolutely no warning, he leaned in and pressed his mouth against hers. Hermione's eyes widened. Her mind was racing, but her body was responding quite differently. It was almost as if she was enjoying it. Just as her mind calmed down enough to really appreciate what was happening, Ron broke away. "Hermione, I'm sorry-" he started, his eyes wide and earnest. But for some reason, Hermione had to get out of there. Away from Ron. "Oh, you know what?" she interrupted him. "I forgot! There's a Potions test tomorrow that I haven't studied for, and you know how Professor Snape is. I gotta go!" She grabbed her book and ran up the stairs to the girls' dormitory, leaving Ron sitting there, staring after her. She collapsed onto her bed, waving her wand to draw the curtains. Her heart was pounding, but not because she had been running like the devil possessed her a few seconds ago. She still couldn't believe Ron had kissed her. She realized she had probably made it seem like she had been horrified, and she regretted it. She had been in shock that Ron actually liked her in that way. Still was, come to that. She touched a trembling hand to her lips. She licked them, guiltily reveling in the lingering taste of Ron's lips. She remained that way, just laying there and thinking, until she finally fell asleep. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hermione woke up the next morning and looked at the clock. "Oh shit," she said irratably. She had overslept. There were only twenty minutes until her first class started. Grumbling, she pulled on her clothes quickly and did all the things that sixteen-year-old girls do in the morning in record time for her, all the while thinking of how she could perform the dare. All of a sudden, she got an idea. She dropped her toothbrush in excitement. "Of course!" she said aloud. She would do it in McGonagall's class. She looked down and saw that she had sprayed toothpaste all over the front of her robes. "Shit," she muttered. She hastily changed robes and went on with her morning ritual. She arrived in the deserted common room with five minutes to go. Harry and Ron were waiting there, Harry looking quite pleased at catching her screwing up and Ron not meeting her eyes. "Hey!" said Harry cheerfully. "This is a first. Hermione Granger oversleeping!" He held out a piece of toast. "Here. I brought this for you. We need to get going unless we want to be late for Transfiguration. You know how McGonagall is these days. Break one little rule and you get a week of detentions." Hermione grimaced. She took the toast, mumbling a thank-you. She tuned out the unusually energetic Harry and cautiously looked over at Ron, who, for once, hadn't said a word. Indeed, his face was turned toward the floor, and she could see that, however well he had tried to mask it, he had been crying the night before. She felt a stab of guilt. He had been crying because of her. He glanced up at her, and she quickly averted her eyes. She listened to Harry's babbling for the rest of the walk to Transfiguration. "...but then I got a sudden craving for pumpkin juice and I had to leave but when I got outside there was this little chipmunk sitting there-" "Harry," said Ron. Hermione winced inwardly, his voice was a little hoarse, and if she didn't know exactly what his voice sounded like she wouldn't have noticed it. But she did, and felt horrible about it. "Harry!" Harry turned to look at him. "Yes?" "Harry, are you sure you're not in crack?" Harry looked affronted. "Of course not! Crack sucks! I'm on pot," he added proudly. Ron and Hermione stared at him. He laughed. "Just kidding." "Sometimes I wonder," muttered Hermione. At that time they reached the Transfiguration classroom. They slipped into the door just as the bell rang. "Now," said Professor McGonagall as they took their seats. Hermione noticed with a pang of hurt that Ron purposely took a seat as far away from her as he could, which wasn't that far away, just across the aisle. "Today we will be working on transfiguring a feather into a parrot." She explained the procedure and handed out feathers to the class, and Hermione carelessly waved her wand and turned her feather into a brightly-colored... canary. Professor McGonagall looked at her in shock. She hastily changed it back and tried a second time. This time it was a parrot. McGonagall congratulated her, looking at her cautiously, and awarded twenty points to Gryffindor, and waved her wand. It instantly become a feather again, McGonagall told Hermione to read or something until the class was over. Hermione nodded distractedly and took out her revised Hogwarts: A History book. She opened it to her page, but couldn't concentrate. Her eyes kept on wandering over to Ron, who wasn't even attempting to do the transfiguration, but staring down at the desk sadly. Hermione felt horrible for causing his misery. She took a deep breath. It was time. She wasn't completely sure, but she didn't see how what she was doing could be within the rules. For once in her life, she hoped it wasn't. She took another breath and stood up. "Miss Granger, what are you doing?" asked McGonagall. Hermione ignored her and walked over to where Ron was sitting, looking at her in confusion. She smiled at him and pulled him to his feet. "Hermione, what are you doing?" asked Ron, visibly confused. Instead of answering him, Hermione simply covered his lips with hers. Hermione was dimly aware of the cheers of her classmates and the shouts of McGonagall, but that was before Ron got over the initial shock and responded to the kiss. He was a very good kisser, Hermione realized dimly as he gently opened her mouth with his tongue. She tried to do exactly what he did, and found out exactly why people were often caught doing this in deserted corridors at night. After what could have been only thirty seconds or so but seemed like an eternity, they broke apart. Ron didn't look remotely sad anymore. His face was lit up with a glow Hermione had never seen before. "Wow," he whispered to her. She giggled. "I know," she murmured. "Detention, both of you!" yelled McGonagall. "Miss Granger, I can't believe you-" "Wow!" squealed Lavender. "Great idea, Hermione! That was way better than anything we could have thought up-" "That was bloody awesome!" shouted Harry. "Just brilliant!" Hermione grinned. Truth or Dare had turned better than she had ever expected. **************************************************************************** ********* Hehe. Did you like it? It took awhile to write. Ginny's three friends are modeled after three of my friends, right down to the last detail. Except for one thing: Trista isn't really a slut. ::covers her head:: Please don't kill me, Trista! I just added that to make her mad because she's my beta. Review please! |