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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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10,254
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34
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Chapter 2: Double Dare
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Chapter 2: Double Dare
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Draco?” Ron Weasley said, clapping a hand on the fair boy’s shoulder.
“Get your hand off me, Weasel.” Draco shrugged his shoulder to dislodge the hand, “That was embarrassing.”
“Why?” Harry Potter piped up, “You did a good job. In fact, no one here, I’m sure, knew you could move like that.”
“Oh, it’s not the dancing that was embarrassing. In fact, I quite liked that bit. It’s that everyone thought I’d gone mad. They were feeling pity for me.” He winced at the word pity. “Malfoys are not pitiful people.” He shook his head and straightened his bearings. Ron snorted and muttered “Depends on who you ask.”
“So, who’s next?” Draco looked at their faces expectantly.
“What?” The word was said as a chorus.
“Who’s next? I did the first dare. I think we should all have to do a dare. Or are you all chicken?” He made a mock clucking sound which was ludicrous coming from such a regal-looking young man. The others fell silent.
“What types of dares?” Hermione whispered, her bushy hair falling in her face.
“Well, of course nothing illegal – none of the unforgivable curses and that sort. Nothing that could get us expelled – especially since we only have another week or so to go.” Draco stated matter of factly, his arms crossed over his chest authoritatively.
“Nothing illegal and nothing to get us tossed from Hogwarts? Can’t be too bad, really, what’s left.” Ron said, reaching out to shake Draco’s hand in agreement. Slowly, Harry reached forward to shake hands as well. Hermione merely gave a toss of her hair, snorted and muttered “Well, we’ll see.” Draco clapped his hands and rubbed them together, the very picture of a plotter at work.
“Well now….. I think first up should be the Weasel.” Ron gulped and reddened.
“What should we have him do? Something fairly embarrassing. Maybe rather tame to start.” Draco slapped the side of his head dramatically as if a new idea had plummeted into the depths of his skull just then.
“I know! I think Ron should kiss McGonagall.” Ron’s mouth dropped open and a dry croak sounded.
“Kiss McGonagall. Seriously. Kiss her. McGonagall?”
“Yes. Actually, the more you talk about it, the better I like the idea. Unless you want a much more risqué dare. Perhaps you’d prefer to play the exhibition game for quidditch in the nude. It would certainly put a new spin on the term exhibition game, now wouldn’t it?” Draco chortled. “And I could ensure your cooperation with the nudity. I am rather clever with my wand, you know. A couple of words, a wave of my wand and you’d be as naked as the day you were born.” The red-headed young man’s face was almost the same shade as his hair.
“Okay, okay…. I’ll kiss McGonagall. I’ll kiss her and get it over with. Hopefully she won’t hex me too badly.” Ron hopped up from his seat and began to stride from the room. Draco stumbled after him, trying to catch up to witness the dare. They spotted Professor McGonagall in the hall, pacing between classes. Ron shot a nervous look at Draco. Grinning, Draco clapped him on the back and whispered “And give her some tongue. No tongue and it doesn’t count. If it doesn’t count – it’s time to prepare for your first nude quidditch match.” The blonde ducked behind a statue as Professor McGonagall wheeled around and started to walk towards them.
“Professor. Professor McGonagall? I have something to ask you.” The stern-looking woman drew nearer.
“Well, what is it, Mr. Weasley?” Her heavily-accented voice had the edge of impatience.
“Well…” He trailed off and stared down at his feet, all the while very aware of Draco Malfoy’s eyes on him. “It’s just…” He began. Then, he lurched forward, caught her face in his hands and imagined she was anyone but his teacher. He even ran one palm over her sleekly done hair, twisting a strand between his fingers. His tongue darted out and entered her mouth, tasting her, feeling her. Her mouth was warm and she tasted of peppermints. She shoved him away from her with both hands on his chest. Her hair was slightly mussed and her eyes were wild.
“Mr. Weasley, what is the meaning of this?” She ran one palm over her hair, trying to smooth it back. Her voice was flinty.
“That’s what I was going to ask you about.” Ron stammered, an excuse falling into his mind neatly.
“You know how there’s the imperious curse and the killing curse?” The professor nodded her head slowly, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Well, is there such a thing as a kissing curse? You see, I’ve been kissing almost everyone I see. It’s absolutely uncontrollable.” Turning suddenly, he grabbed Draco from his hiding spot and planted an enormous kiss on the gilt-haired boy’s cheek. Ron turned back to the teacher and gestured at Draco.
“See? Absolutely uncontrollable.”
Chapter 2: Double Dare
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Draco?” Ron Weasley said, clapping a hand on the fair boy’s shoulder.
“Get your hand off me, Weasel.” Draco shrugged his shoulder to dislodge the hand, “That was embarrassing.”
“Why?” Harry Potter piped up, “You did a good job. In fact, no one here, I’m sure, knew you could move like that.”
“Oh, it’s not the dancing that was embarrassing. In fact, I quite liked that bit. It’s that everyone thought I’d gone mad. They were feeling pity for me.” He winced at the word pity. “Malfoys are not pitiful people.” He shook his head and straightened his bearings. Ron snorted and muttered “Depends on who you ask.”
“So, who’s next?” Draco looked at their faces expectantly.
“What?” The word was said as a chorus.
“Who’s next? I did the first dare. I think we should all have to do a dare. Or are you all chicken?” He made a mock clucking sound which was ludicrous coming from such a regal-looking young man. The others fell silent.
“What types of dares?” Hermione whispered, her bushy hair falling in her face.
“Well, of course nothing illegal – none of the unforgivable curses and that sort. Nothing that could get us expelled – especially since we only have another week or so to go.” Draco stated matter of factly, his arms crossed over his chest authoritatively.
“Nothing illegal and nothing to get us tossed from Hogwarts? Can’t be too bad, really, what’s left.” Ron said, reaching out to shake Draco’s hand in agreement. Slowly, Harry reached forward to shake hands as well. Hermione merely gave a toss of her hair, snorted and muttered “Well, we’ll see.” Draco clapped his hands and rubbed them together, the very picture of a plotter at work.
“Well now….. I think first up should be the Weasel.” Ron gulped and reddened.
“What should we have him do? Something fairly embarrassing. Maybe rather tame to start.” Draco slapped the side of his head dramatically as if a new idea had plummeted into the depths of his skull just then.
“I know! I think Ron should kiss McGonagall.” Ron’s mouth dropped open and a dry croak sounded.
“Kiss McGonagall. Seriously. Kiss her. McGonagall?”
“Yes. Actually, the more you talk about it, the better I like the idea. Unless you want a much more risqué dare. Perhaps you’d prefer to play the exhibition game for quidditch in the nude. It would certainly put a new spin on the term exhibition game, now wouldn’t it?” Draco chortled. “And I could ensure your cooperation with the nudity. I am rather clever with my wand, you know. A couple of words, a wave of my wand and you’d be as naked as the day you were born.” The red-headed young man’s face was almost the same shade as his hair.
“Okay, okay…. I’ll kiss McGonagall. I’ll kiss her and get it over with. Hopefully she won’t hex me too badly.” Ron hopped up from his seat and began to stride from the room. Draco stumbled after him, trying to catch up to witness the dare. They spotted Professor McGonagall in the hall, pacing between classes. Ron shot a nervous look at Draco. Grinning, Draco clapped him on the back and whispered “And give her some tongue. No tongue and it doesn’t count. If it doesn’t count – it’s time to prepare for your first nude quidditch match.” The blonde ducked behind a statue as Professor McGonagall wheeled around and started to walk towards them.
“Professor. Professor McGonagall? I have something to ask you.” The stern-looking woman drew nearer.
“Well, what is it, Mr. Weasley?” Her heavily-accented voice had the edge of impatience.
“Well…” He trailed off and stared down at his feet, all the while very aware of Draco Malfoy’s eyes on him. “It’s just…” He began. Then, he lurched forward, caught her face in his hands and imagined she was anyone but his teacher. He even ran one palm over her sleekly done hair, twisting a strand between his fingers. His tongue darted out and entered her mouth, tasting her, feeling her. Her mouth was warm and she tasted of peppermints. She shoved him away from her with both hands on his chest. Her hair was slightly mussed and her eyes were wild.
“Mr. Weasley, what is the meaning of this?” She ran one palm over her hair, trying to smooth it back. Her voice was flinty.
“That’s what I was going to ask you about.” Ron stammered, an excuse falling into his mind neatly.
“You know how there’s the imperious curse and the killing curse?” The professor nodded her head slowly, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Well, is there such a thing as a kissing curse? You see, I’ve been kissing almost everyone I see. It’s absolutely uncontrollable.” Turning suddenly, he grabbed Draco from his hiding spot and planted an enormous kiss on the gilt-haired boy’s cheek. Ron turned back to the teacher and gestured at Draco.
“See? Absolutely uncontrollable.”