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Made For Each Other by VeeKAY
Chapter 11 : Truth or Dare?
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“What game?” Hermione asked curiously, as Draco smiled deviously.

“Truth or Dare” He announced, and Hermione laughed.

“That is the worst game on Earth! But since we have nothing better to do, I’ll play”

“Good. You go first. Truth or dare?” He asked mischievously.

“Hmm…truth.” She replied, after pondering for a while.
“Okay…Who was your best kiss?”

Hermione sighed. She mentally berated herself for agreeing to play this stupid game, but she couldn’t back out now. Scowling, and blushing, she muttered, “You were my best kiss…are you happy now?”

Draco laughed and closed his eyes. “Very. It’s your turn to ask me now.”

“Right, truth or dare?” She smiled, thinking up possibilities if he picked truth. Draco however, chose ‘dare’ after a long pondering session. Hermione thought for a few minutes, trying to make as much of this opportunity as possible. Finally, she decided on a good dare, and she fell about laughing, trying to tell him in between fits of giggles.

“Okay, you have to write a poem, declaring your love for Mrs Norris, and read or recite it at dinner tonight, standing on the Gryffindor table, while wearing purple robes and the Christmas hat you got out of your cracker at the feast” Hermione collapsed, wriggling with laughter, while Draco chuckled reluctantly with her.

“When do I get to write the poem?” He asked, pretending to scowl.
“I’ll help you write it before dinner” Hermione offered, and Draco hastily tried to refuse, knowing that she would write a completely embarrassing and elaborate poem, expressing forever lasting love for the caretaker’s old cat. Hermione, however, insisted, and Draco finally gave in, hoping that she would just write the entire poem for him, and save him the trouble.

“Your go…truth or dare?”

“Hmm…dare” Hermione regretted picking it as soon as she had said it, because the smirk that appeared on Draco’s face told her that he would be taking revenge for making him recite the poem about Mrs Norris.

“You, Hermione Granger, are going to…put a bubble head charm on yourself, and wear the bubble for the rest of the day.”

Groaning, Hermione flopped backwards on the sofa. She couldn’t help but feel a little relieved though; she had expected something much worse than walking around having a bubble head.

“Ugh, fine. I think we should get these dares out of the way before we do anything else. Let’s go write your poem!” Hermione said happily, dancing into her room for parchment and a quill.
Draco slid onto the ground, and waited for his girlfriend to return…to write the poem. Crap. Sighing, Draco closed his eyes and tried to relax, but then he felt a comfortable weight pressing in from his left side.

“Draco, you aren’t getting out of this so easily, you have to write the poem with me” Hermione had returned and was now breathing gently in his ear. Groaning, Draco opened his eyes and glared at her. Hermione giggled.

“Now, how should we start?” Hermione began scratching her way down the long piece of parchment, while Draco absently played with her hair, and watched her write, sprawled on the ground. Her hair was longer now, but still as bushy as ever. Her chocolate eyes looked hazel, as they danced in the firelight, skimming across the page she was reading. She wore simple black robes, a little baggy, but suited her nicely. She wasn’t a show-off, like Pansy, whose skirt barely covered her underwear, giving a good view to whoever was below her on the stairs. She was sitting in a neat, cross-legged position, leaning slightly over the table.

An hour later, with occasional help from Draco, Hermione had finished the entire poem. She read it out to him, and he scowled, but admitted that it was very well written. She told him, “you were the one who picked dare, Draco, so go up and change into some robes which you can charm purple during dinner…and don’t forget your Christmas hat,” Hermione giggled, but stopped abruptly when Draco said triumphantly, “fine, but when I come back, you have to have done the bubble head charm on yourself. They glared at each other, but the next moment, both of them were rolling about the floor, laughing so hard, tears were shimmering at the edge of their eyes.

Hermione walked boldly into the Great hall, her head held high, ignoring the sudden outburst of giggling and pointing. She had just performed the bubble head charm, and now looked like she had a giant plastic bag wrapped around her head. Hermione sat down opposite Harry, and he choked over his food as he caught sight of Hermione.

“Her…Hermione…you… you have…a bubble head…charm on you…” He choked out, laughing while Ron sat unmoving, his eyebrows raised.
“I know I do Harry” She replied, but then lowered her voice, “Draco and I were playing truth or dare, and i was stupid enough to pick dare.” Hermione giggled, and told Harry, “but Draco’s dare was much worse. You’ll see in a minute.” Hermione picked up a plate and piled on a small dollop of mash, only to remember that she couldn’t eat in this ridiculous bubble. Lucky she had eaten a large lunch. Setting her plate down with a small sigh, she stole a glance at the Slytherin table, only to find tears of laughter running down Draco’s face.
Draco howled with laughter, as Hermione entered the hall, looking like she had a floating head. The rest of his house had also snorted in laughter as she had come in, and Draco couldn’t help but wonder what they would do when he was reading the poem on the Gryffindor table.

Halfway during dinner, Hermione had caught Draco’s eyes and gestured with her head that it was his turn to fulfil his dare. Draco felt that he might enjoy this, but instead he stuck out his tongue at Hermione and turned to retrieve his hat out of his bag. He jammed it on his head, transfigured his robes purple and pulled the scroll of parchment out of his pocket. The Slytherin beside him had been stunned for a moment, but now they started roaring with laughter, and Draco scowled as he made his way towards the Gryffindor table. When Ron caught sight of Draco, he didn’t laugh, but his body tensed up and his teeth mashed together. Harry and Hermione on the other hand, fell forward clutching their stomachs, and Hermione moved over slightly to allow him to step up onto the table.

Draco had hopped lightly onto the long table, and the entire hall fell silent, eager to see what was going on. Draco cleared his throat, rolled his eyes at Hermione, and began to read out the poem.

“…My dear sweetheart, my four legged friend,

I wish that I was with you, from daylight till end.

You have beautiful fluffy ginger hair, and a stunning, swishing tail,

Mrs Norris you are charming, and not once have you failed,

To catch a student out of bed, who’s up to something horrid,

You are my favourite lovely cat, my dear old Mrs Norris…”

Draco continued, bellowing out the entire poem before the hall erupted in laughter. Grinning, Draco stepped off the table, and whispered into Hermione’s ear, “that was rather enjoyable,” before walking off to the Slytherin table and continue eating. Hermione glanced up towards the staff table, and saw Professor Lupin chuckling, and Professor Dumbledore smiling at the Gryffindor table, as if he knew that Hermione was the reason why Draco had just performed a poem in front of the entire school. The old Draco would never have done it.

Draco had charmed his robes back to the normal Hogwarts black, and had stuffed his Christmas tree hat deep into his bag, where his friends couldn’t snag it and taunt him about it.

Later that night, Hermione sat curled up in Draco’s arms. They were talking and laughing about the earlier events of that evening, when a speckled grey owl landed on a ledge outside the window rapped sharply at the glass. Hermione hopped off Draco’s lap and hurried across the room, where she opened the window, and let the owl in. It soared over to the table and dropped the letter clamped in its beak, before ruffling its feathers and hooting indignantly.
Hermione walked back and scooped up the letter, which was addressed to her. She slit the seal and unfolded the letter. Hermione recognised the black, untidy scrawl of Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts.

How would yer like to come down fer dinner at my hut on Valentines’? You can bring a guest, o’ course. Ron and Harry are comin’.

Hermione looked down at the parchment once more. If she was allowed to bring a guest, Ron and Harry would certainly be permitted too, and she had a faint idea of who Ron planned to bring. Not completely sure she wanted to be in the same room when Lavender and Ron, Hermione was a little unsure whether she wanted to go. However, she could take Draco, and they would be with her best friends. Hermione turned to Draco.

“Do you want to go?”

“Like…with you?” Draco looked shocked, and his words may not have come out correctly, as Hermione furrowed her eyebrows, and a hurt expression replaced the excited one.

“No! I only meant, if we go together, do you think Wea- Ron will be able to stand it? I mean, he’s obviously still in love with you” Draco hastily explained.

“Oh. Well, he’d obviously know that I would bring you, and he already knows we’re together, so it’s not exactly a shock for him is it…so do you want to go?” Hermione said eagerly. She was definitely looking forward to Hagrid again.

Draco chuckled at her enthusiasm, and replied with a smile, “Yes, I’d like to go with you.”

Hermione beamed.


A/N: Funny little chapter :3 had lots of fun writing it! :D
IMPORTANT: Hey guys, I will be getting a new banner for this story, so don’t be shocked when you discover that the old one is gone! :O I’ll be getting a banner more fitting to this story…xx

Please leave a review! I want to thank everyone for reaching 86 reviews for only 10 chapters! ZOMG! :D thanks everyone, and I got some very very very sweet reviews xx and to all that say I have inspired them, I’m so glad! I urge you to write your own story…guess what? I’m 13 years old :O le gasp. Anyway, the point is…HAVE A GO AT WRITING! IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU THINK IT'S AWFUL, JUST HAVE A GO! :) It’s awfully fun, and you get such sweet reviews :)

(Sorry for the uba long A/N)


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