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Title: I Dare You To

Summary: "When you smile, I smile." She snorted in response, "When you smile, I frown." A dare is made, and Malfoy didn't like it one bit. It was either this one, or licking Goyle's arse. And losing, was no option.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling! I'm simply making a story...

NOTE: This is a bit different from the seventh book because I thought it would be appropiate for the story. First of all, Voldemort and the Death Eaters (most) are gone. And...that's all I guess! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Sign, Please

"You're joking."

"No, I'm not."

"Can you just make another suggestion than that? Honestly, I rather eat my own shit for all I care."

"I do have another one, but I bet you are going to go with previous dare."

"Then, what is it? It's probably better than the other!"

"Well, I dare you to go up to Goyle, grab his arse," he saw his friend turn a shade lighter, "raise it to your face, rip the part of his robes that are covering his arse," his fellow Slytherin looked like he was going to throw up, "and lick his bare buttom."

No words could describe what the other one was feeling at that moment.

"At the Great Hall. Dinner time. Everyday till we graduate," Blaise said as a smirk formed on his lips.

"...Can you give me a different dare?"

"Malfoy, it's either between licking Goyle's arse or..."

Draco certainly just wanted to die. As he was thinking over it, he thought to himself that he shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place. But, that would have made him a coward and he knew Zabini wanted to do dares in their seventh year. Besides, Blaise wanted to do something interesting and memorable before their graduation. But as Malfoy accepted the 'dare game', he knew that his best friend was going to give him horrid dares.

It didn't surprise him since it was a Slytherin thing to do, but the first dare...He...well...Did I already mentioned he wanted to die?

"Fine, Zabini. I will go with the first one," the silvery-blond mumbled. He sent out a hard glare towards the very tanned-teenager in front of him, who was just smirking.

"Good. Now, to make sure you follow up," Blaise pulled out a piece of paper and a quill, "you are going to sign a contract."

Malfoy stared at him. "A contract?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, a contract. Those things you sign that if you don't fulfill your promise, there is going to be a punishment. Ever heard of a contract, Malfoy?" Zabini questioned.

"I already know what a bloody contract is!"

"Good, now sign it."

"Can we just shake hands?"

"No. Sign it."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"I said fucking no!"

"Actually, you said no. You never said 'fucking', so...which means you are lying my friend." Blaise sneered.

Draco frowned. "Fine. Give me the damn paper."

He took the paper and quill out of his friend's hands and placed it in front of him. Before he signed it, he knew that he should read it.

I, (insert name here), have agreed to the terms beneath this.

If I don't manage to keep my promise, then I will receive the following punishment: (It was obviously written in by Blaise) Have fun running around naked for days, Malfoy. I bet everyone in Hogwarts would love, or probably puke, at the sight of having you flash everyone. I bet the teachers would have a fit. Just imagine Professor Snape's expression. Who knows, maybe he might like the sight. I heard he hadn't had a sex life in years! Probably gave up on the girls in his class and now is searching for males.

The dare that I accepted: (Again, written by Blaise. And how the hell did he manage to write it in already? It's like he planned on having Draco accept this certain dare!) Make Hermione Granger fall in love with me, Draco 'The-conceited-boy-who-loves-admiring-himself-in-the-mirror-every-single-bloody-day-and-complains-if-someone-touches-his-hairbrush' (The Slytherin Prince sent another glare to Zabini, who gladly returned another smirk) Malfoy, before the year ends.

Signature: . . .

Malfoy gave one last look at it and slowly written his name and signed it. Once he finished, he looked up to see Blaise reaching over to grab the paper and the quill from him. The pale boy gave a cold expression and cursed in his head as he saw Zabini give him another fucking smirk.

'What the hell with these smirks!' Draco thought while he watched him as he placed the contract into a special box. The box was simple; covered in Slytherin colors of silver and green. The box was mainly green with silver lines, outlining the sides of it. Blaise put the box on top of the shelf that was in between of his and Malfoy's bed. Or to be precise, the box was placed on top of the shelf that was in between Blaise and Malfoy's original bed since Draco was Head Boy.

Sadly, according to Draco, he had to share the Head Boy/Head Girl room with the Potty-Lover and Weasel-Lover, bushy-haired, filthy mudblood, Hermione Jean Granger. It's only been a month, but still. He tried to avoid her as much as he can.

He scowled as Blaise turned to him.

"Let the daring game begin," he said with a smirk.

Malfoy twitched when he saw another smirk appear on Zabini's lips.

Draco threw his hairbrush at him.

"When do I have to bloody start this?" Draco asked as he was walking towards the Great Hall along with Blaise, who had a nasty bruise on his forehead. Hey, he wasn't expecting his friend to throw a hairbrush at him.

Zabini glanced at him. "Now. And I am going to get you back for that."

It was now time for Draco to smirk. "Well, you deserved it you git. You should have seen it coming, Zabini."

"Unless you could have thrown your pillow at me," he suggested.

"Now that would not be manly of me, wouldn't it?"

"It wasn't even manly how you threw your hairbrush at me. Besides, you aren't even manly at all."

Silence.

"How do you know?" Draco asked. "Been secretly playing for the other team I see? I'm flattered that you have settled your sights on me, but no."

More silence.

"Oh bloody Merlin, no, but this wasn't said from me. I heard from your fellow Quidditch players that your manhood isn't that big."

A head snapped at him. "WHAT? WHY THE FUCKING HELL WOULD THEY LOOK AT HOW BIG IT IS?"

Blaise shrugged, "I don't know. I heard it was the size of a pickle, or maybe a carrot."

Silence came upon them again.

"You're lying, Zabini."

"I know," he smirked.

But then Draco smirked. "Why, I didn't know that you cared so much on how big my manhood is! You are probably just saying this because yours is the size of a baby carrot."

". . ."

Draco's smirk grew even more with his friend's response.

"You know, I'm about the same height as you. From what I heard is that your height defines how big you are. And I know that I'm not a baby carrot."

"Fine, fine. But then that means Potter has a baby carrot then."

The Great Hall was soon filled with all the students and its staff. Everyone was sitting down, happily eating their food as after it appeared right in front of them. Majority of the students were chatting like their was no tomorrow and seemed to have an infinite ammount of air to even speak that much.

The Golden Trio were sitting in their seats, as always. Ron, as always, was eating basically what was in front of him. In front of the redhead was more than three filled plates of glazed chicken, lightly toasted bread, and some weird gooey, red stuff, which was soon identified as cherry-flavoured jello by Hermione. But, Granger wasn't very pleased with the sight in front of her since Ron had some chicken fat hanging from his mouth.

She almost smiled at him. She was happy that they could remain best friends even after their surprising break up. Sadly, their break up was in front of everyone. To make their break up worse, it was in the Great Hall.

'Ron is very stupid for choosing the Great Hall when he wanted to break up with me. Out of all the places he could have chosen!' Hermione shook her head.

"'Mione, is your head fine?" Ron asked after he swallowed.

"Yes, I was just thinking about something," she replied.

"Hey, um, Hermione... For some odd reason, Malfoy is looking over here," Harry pointed out.

The once, Golden Couple, turned their attention to the Slytherin table, but saw that the ferret, they would like to call, wasn't looking in their direction. The redhead and the bushy brunette gave Harry a confused look.

"Harry..." Hermione started, "he wasn't."

"I don't know guys. Maybe he is planning something," Harry said. "I mean, it's like once I told you guys to look, he went back to talk to his followers."

Soon, Granger and Potter heard Ron choking on a piece of bread, but somehow, the Weasley was able to swallow it.

"Ron, what's wrong?" the Head Girl asked.

"Harry...Harry is right! Malfoy is plotting something! I saw him glance over here and Zabini smirked!" Ron gave a quick look at them before turning to Harry, who was sitting beside him while Hermione was sitting in front of him.

Hermione looked in Malfoy's direction, but he wasn't looking. Instead, she saw Blaise smirking like crazy.

She gulped. 'This ought to be bad.'

"Do it."

"No."

"Contract punishment..."

"Bloody Hell, Zabini, but now? Why can't it be later, you know, after dinner is finished?" Draco angrily asked while keeping his head down. He knew that his friend was smirking and he didn't want to conjure another hairbrush to hit him again.

"Do it."

"It didn't say on the contract that you controlled everything."

"I wrote it. Besides, it's charmed so meaning, I do have control," Blaise mentioned.

Malfoy was quiet for a bit until he said, "I hate you."

"And so does everybody else."

"Not my mother."

"You are such a momma's boy."

"Unless I have a mother that loves me."

"Malfoy, you haven't even met my mother."

"Point taken, but back to the dare. What am I going to say?" Draco asked, finally looking up at Zabini.

Zabini smirked, once again.

"Hey, hey, Malfoy is heading in this direction!" Ron whispered loudly.

The three immediately turned their heads to see the silvery-blond, storm-grey, ocean eyed Slytherin Prince making his way towards the Gryffindor table. And that, was a sight to see. Hell, even the staff watched closely as he made his way. Even though it was a sight to see, people continued chatting, but kept a close eye. Everyone knew the conflict between Malfoy and Harry and his companions.

Hermione, for some odd reason, saw that he seemed a bit nervous. She lifted up an eyebrow.

Malfoy stopped right behind Harry and Ron while he stood in front of Hermione.

Now the entire Gryffindor table was staring at Malfoy with either a confused, disgusted, a lovey-dovey, or any sort of expression to him. Some other Houses soon started to notice and watched too.

Draco gulped and slightly coughed, but managed to put on that famous Malfoy smirk on him.

"Granger." He only had his attention on her.

"Malfoy," she signed. "What do you want?"

He looked back at Zabini for a quick second and saw him nod while trying to keep hold on Pansy.

"When you smile, I smile."

Silence. Awkward, very, extremely awkward.

From a distance, a coughing could be heard.

"Professor Snape, stop with your coughing!" Professor McGonagall hissed.

Hermione was taken back a bit. Actually, she felt that someone had slapped her into another dimension where Draco Malfoy just complimented her. Or worse, possibly hitted on her! She wanted to vomit right at that instant. If she did, she would make sure her vomit will somehow reach Malfoy.

She snorted in response, "When you smile, I frown."

Malfoy knew at this moment, Blaise was smirking.

He had his hairbrush ready for him.

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