Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story except myself… wait! Do I own myself? eek! Hold on, I'm not even in the story…sorry for wasting the three seconds of your life that it took to read this disclaimer…

As the title says, this is just your stereotypical "kissing game" story. By that I mean this: I am poking fun (whilst not trying to offend anyone) at any/all fanfics about "truth or dare," "spin the bottle," "strip poker/strip pool" …and any other games of that kind… this story is also making fun of myself (because I like to read/write them) and other clichés and what-not. Any who, this is not to be taken seriously, for it is just for kicks and giggles. Now that you understand my motives…

Enjoy!

Chapter one

The Invitation

It was morning. Draco awoke to streaming sunlight pouring through his window.

"Shit, bitch, it sure is bright outside," He yawned offensively, as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. The non-descript girl in his bed answered with a nod, and slowly crept over to the door to put on her non-descript clothes that had been torn off from the previous night's conquests (yes, there was more than one. He is just that studly).

Draco stood up, completely naked, naturally, and went into the bathroom for a shower. The girl (who the author will now describe) was short and thin with long, brown hair which was slightly bushy (you may think you know where the author's going with this…). The now descriptive girl picked up her clothes and put them on before tip-toeing out of the boys' dormitory to her own.

Draco came back from his shower, not bothering to cover up his sexy sexiness with a towel, and was disappointed to see that the now-descriptive girl had gone.

"Damn," he muttered to himself, "I was hoping for another round before breakfast."

Draco strolled into breakfast, fashionably late, of course, and winked at several passing girls who shrieked and then fainted, naturally.

Hermione caught sight of him from across the room and her face went briefly pink.

"SO, how was your night last night, Hermione?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

"Eek! Erm, er, um, uh, hmm, well-" Hermione uttered, now running out of stalling words. "It was just dandy, you?" She replied "Whew! That was a close one," She thought, out loud.

"Um, Hermione, we can totally hear you." Harry said staring at her for the maniac that she had just proved herself to be. Ron nodded, not really paying attention. "And I asked what you did, not how you did it," Harry continued.

"How I did what? I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about!" Hermione blushed 99.9 scarlet at this. "How could they know about what I did last night? He promised he wouldn't tell anyone!" Hermione thought, out loud, yet again.

"Hermione, we can still hear you…Anyways, returning to my question from before, because this story really needs to be getting somewhere fast, what did you do last night?" Harry asked getting a little agitated.

"I told you, I didn't do anyone- I mean anything! Why do you ask?" Hermione said, twitching… because, after all, three Starbucks® double-shot espressos plus four red bulls equals serious twitching.

"Oh, no reason," Harry winked unnecessarily. "I was just wondering because you and Malfoy looked pretty cozy last night at Pansy's super-hella awesome party, last night." Harry winked again, now twitching a little himself… because, after all, three Starbucks® double-shot espressos plus four red bulls equals serious twitching… but I'm sure you already knew that.

The night before- Pansy's super-hella awesome party

"Damn, Hermione, you sure are looking pretty cozy with Malfoy!" Harry yelled over the music and the crowd.

Right now- at Breakfast

"Yeah, I know I was," Hermione responded to what Harry said right before we delved into that little flashback. "But nothing happened." She blushed again, but this time only about 99.3 scarlet.

"I see," Harry muttered skeptically. "Well, thank God, because you getting jiggy with Malfoy wouldn't make any sense at all, seeing as you two are sworn enemies." Harry's voice suddenly went really intense and low, "or are you?"

Hermione nodded, not really listening anymore… she had drifted into her memory of the day before.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh (the noise effect thing whenever someone goes into a flashback)

Whoosh, whoosh…

The day before- The Common Room

Dean burst through the portal hole (the author regrets to inform the reader that she has forgotten the official name for the picture frame entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and will have to call it the "portal hole" for now… if "portal hole" is, in fact, the real name, then forget you ever read this message), holding a small piece of parchment.

"Hey everyone! Come look!" Dean screamed, excited about what was on the paper, but was more excited that for once he was the center of a story's attention, even if only briefly.

"What is it, Dean?" Harry asked from the nearest squishy armchair, a little perturbed at Dean's sudden center of attention-ness.

"Pansy just gave me this! It says here that there's a party tonight, and everyone's invited!" Dean shrieked excitedly, louder than most of the infamously shrieky girls (i.e. Lavender, Parvati…etc.)

"What kind of party?" Ron asked skeptically, snatching the invitation from Dean's oh-so-excited grip. The invitation read:

I am throwing a super-hella awesome party tonight!

Everyone's invited!

"Can even I go?" Hermione asked, peering over Ron shoulder at the slip of parchment.

And yes, even the Mudblood can go!

Ron chuckled, "This super- hella awesome party she's throwing for everyone sounds like a cheap ploy to make herself popular."

And no, this super-hella awesome party I'm throwing for everyone is not a cheap ploy to make myself popular!

Or is it?

Mwahaha!

Be at the Slytherin Common Room 8!

Lavender looked at Parvati and they both squealed simultaneously, "A party? OMG! I am so EXCITED!"

"NA-UH!" Dean squealed over them, "No WAY you're as excited as me!" They all started jumping and screaming in a deafeningly screechy circle… well actually it would be a deafeningly screechy triangle, since there are three- back to the story.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What?" Ginny asked, "Are you not going to go?"

Hermione shrugged.

"Are you, or aren't you? Because I don't think I want to go if you're not going."

Hermione shrugged again.

"So…yes? No? What is it then?"

Hermione made an indistinguishable facial expression and then grunted.

"Damn it, Hermione! Use your words!"

"I guess I'll go," Hermione said with another twitch...because, after all, three Starbucks® double-shot espressos plus- we've been through this already.

Ginny squealed gleefully.

"Squeal again, and I won't go," Hermione warned with another twitch… because, after all- never mind, I won't even start.

Ginny tried to restrain herself from squealing, shrieking, screeching…etc. for the rest of the pleasantly warm Saturday afternoon, until eight o'clock.

She banged on the bathroom door where Hermione was primping.

"Hermione, are you ready yet?" Ginny asked exasperatedly.

"I will be out in a minute or two, stop banging the door!"

Ginny blushed and peeled herself off of the wood (hehe).

Hermione stepped out of the bathroom.

Ginny squealed loudly with excitement.

"Damn it, Ginny."

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