Author's Note: First Harry Potter story. First Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger pairing. Go easy with it.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be so rich right now instead of being a broke little 15-year-old. So no, I don't own Harry Potter. This disclaimer goes for all chapters.
Dare from Hell
Chapter One
It was a dare, for goodness's sake. A simple, stupid dare. Who would've guessed the dare caused me more trouble than I expected? Honestly, in the first place, no one would've think I would do such a ridiculous challenge. I thought I havegone delirious myself.
It all started one day during lunch in the Great Hall. Unexpectedly, I found myself in a useless bickering with Lavender, Parvarti, and Ginny. It was three to one; there was no way in hell I could win, especially if the topic was about boys.
"I'm not a hopeless case." I muttered, offended.
"Yes, you are." Ginny disagreed, shaking her red head up and down.
"Honestly, Hermione, you're in seventh year already and when is the last time you had a date? A real date." Lavender frowned.
I opened my mouth, the words were ready to roll off my tongue, but Ginny cut me off.
"Don't say Krum."
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
Ginny took a sip of her pumpkin juice and wiped her mouth with her napkin before she said, "There's nothing wrong with him. It's just that it's been so long and he doesn't count anymore."
Parvarti nodded. "We're your friends and it's absolutely torturous for us to see you almost three years without anymore." She placed her hand on her forehead and feinted a long sigh.
"It's time you have someone." Lavender smiled while biting her cookie.
"I dated Ron last year."
Ginny scowled, a look of disgust evident in her face. "A real man, Hermione, not my idiot of a brother."
"What about Draco Malfoy?" Parvarti suggested.
I stopped midway of my sip and choked on the pumpkin juice. I set the goblet down hard on the table, the juice sloshing around and sending droplets of orange onto my robe. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the girls looking at each other and the most devious smiles I've ever seen stretched across their mischievous faces.
"Brilliant!" Lavender exclaimed gleefully.
"You have got to be joking. Ferret? That's absolutely ludicrous." I sputtered. "I hate him. He's nothing but a rude, egoistic, self-centered, obnoxious prat who thinks he's better than anyone else just because he got money."
"He's so good-looking, delicious even. I mean damn, that boy definitely grew over the summer." Ginny sighed dreamily.
"Even you can't disagree with that?" Parvarti grinned in Malfoy's direction.
I stretched my neck a bit and looked over to the Slytherin table. Indeed, Ginny was right. Malfoy did have major changes over the months. He looked matured, if that was even possible. Goodness, Malfoy almost look... good.
I mentally slapped myself. Did I say Malfoy looked good? But then again, I would be questioning my sexuality if I said he didn't.
"Fine." I admitted. "Malfoy does have some looks on him."
Lavender grinned. I knew that grin. I've seen it too many a times.
"I dare you to ask him out." She declared.
"What?! No! I will not ask him out!" I screamed, jumping out of my seat. Immediately, everyone stopped talking and heads turned my way. Merlin, even Malfoy's. He smirked when he met my eyes and I felt my cheeks burning crimson.
I slowly sat down sheepishly and buried my face into my hands.
"What the hell are you looking at?" Ginny demanded as her eyes flashed dangerously at the students staring at us. "Ron, go back to stuffing your face."
Ron who flushed red went back to his food and ignored us while the other students resumed their businesses.
"I-will-not-ask-him-out." I gritted through clenched teeth.
"Ask who out Granger?"
I knew that voice all too well.
"Sod off Malfoy." I snapped.
"That was quite an exclamation. I was just wondering who would be the desperate guy that would accept your proposal if you even have the guts to ask him."
"It's none of your business ferret."
"Damn, you been turned into a ferret once, you're a ferret for life."
He walked away with his two dumb bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle following his heels.
"Aw, look at the chemistry between them..." Parvarti giggled.
I fought the urge to take out my wand and hex Parvarti for making such a comment.
"The only chemistry between us is explosions and more explosions."
Ginny shook her head. "They say hate turns to love."
"Well, then I would love to hate the person who said that and perhaps, even blast them into the next dimension."
I grabbed my books and stood up, glaring at the three devil's spawns. Ginny batted her eyelashes innocently.
"Prove us wrong, Hermione." Parvarti said. "Prove us that you're not a hopeless case."
I sat down again. How can you be mad at Ginny when she's doing her puppy face? "But why it gotta be Malfoy?" I whined. "What about Seamus, Dean, or even Neville?"
"Because." Ginny smiled.
"Because why?" I hate this conversion more and more.
"Because, because."
"Oh fine." I sighed, an indication of defeat. What the heck? You only live once, plus Malfoy's father is dead so I don't have to worry about him blowing my Muggle head off.
"Yay!" Lavender cheered.
"But! I'm not asking him out."
"Fine." Parvati agreed. "You just to flirt or seduce, do whatever you can to get him to be your date for the seventh year dance."
"B-but—"
"Ah-ah No buts. That's final. No more discussions." Parvarti held her hand up to my face.
I groaned. The hand meant she wasn't talking to me anymore no matter no much I bug her.
I strapped on my bag and strutted out the Great Hall with the devious threesome smiling proudly for the work they did.
There goes my dignity, right out that door. How do I get myself into these messes? I must be prone to unfortunate luck. Somehow, I have to get out of this mess... But then again, am I really that hopeless? I'm not the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts and I know I don't look like something someone stepped on. So why my luck with the guys is much worse than Neville's luck of passing Snape's class?
Draco Malfoy. Merlin knows how much he can't tolerate me and I him. Out of all the male population, they had to pick him!
SMACK!
Speak of the devil.
"Granger, would you watch where you're going?" He glared.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" I asked hotly.
"I was. You were supposed to step out of the way to let me pass."
"Blasted git. Self-centered prat." A stream of violent words flowed out of my mouth.
"Such harsh words."
"Move it!"
"Say please."
"Move the hell away!"
He instantly stepped to the side. "Jeez, Granger. It's really bad this time of the month, huh?"
I flipped him off. Now how in Merlin's hell am I going to flirt with this bastard if every word from his lips makes me want to curse him into the next century?
I am so going to murder Parvarti, Lavender, and Ginny for this. Speaking of them... an idea popped into my head and I rushed to Trelawney's class before I'm late.
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