I Dare You DRARRY

Chapter Two: Plottings and Musings

"Did you see Harry's face!"

"I know! And then after...wow."

"Yeah, that was totally hot."

"Got anymore ideas for the next game?"

"Yeah, just wait."

Five girls chattered excitedly about the previous night's events. Pansy, Hermione, Susan, Ginny, and Luna were meeting in the abandoned classroom outside of Professor Flitwick's office. Being the joint makeshift "committee" of the inner-house unity parties, they always met to go over the previous party's events, and plan the next one. However, because of last month's game, their plotting was quite different.

"So I was thinking we could amp it up a little at next week's game..." Hermione said. All the girls looked at her.

"How so?" Ginny asked, puzzled.

"Well, for one thing, we could add a striptease clause."

Hermione could see the proverbial light bulbs go off over their heads as the realization of that implication dawned on them.

"Ah, so by the time Harry and Draco's turn got around..." Pansy began.

"They'd be half naked!" Susan exclaimed. All five girls began to laugh, and they developed the charm to add the striptease clause into the formal rules of the game.

"I think we could have them do more than kiss..." Luna said absentmindedly. Four heads whipped around to regard her quizzically. "Because, you see, they are so competitive that regardless of how uncomfortable they are, they will always show up. Because in their minds, to be a no show is to admit defeat to the other player."

"Ah...." They murmured.

"Yes," Hermione mused. "With the competitive factor added to it, we could probably push them all the way..." She giggled.

And so the girls put their heads together and formulated a plan to hook up two of the most famous rivals at Hogwarts.

Harry groaned from his position on the bed. He was watching his dorm mates get ready for the next party, held in the Hufflepuff common room. Ron was smiling. Seamus was whistling the hot single of the week, and Dean was busy adjusting his hair in the mirror. The excitement was palpable in the air. Harry was dreading it. After last month's party, he had dreamed of Malfoy every night consistently. Harry had analyzed the kiss over and over again, and he dreaded the possibilities of this night's events.

"What's wrong, mate?" Ron asked, noticing for the first time that Harry was still in his school robes from dinner.

"Nothing, Ron. It's just I don't really feel like going to this thing tonight."

"Why ever not, Harry? Is it because of that thing with Malfoy?"

"No, Ron, it's because I'm on my period." Harry said sarcastically. "OF COURSE it's about Malfoy."

"No need to get your panties in a twist, Harry." Ron mumbled. "It wasn't really as big of a deal as you thought it was, either. We've all had to kiss people we haven't exactly wanted to in the past, and now you've got yours out of the way so you can enjoy tonight in peace. It's never going to happen again. Why are you so worked up about it anyway?"

Harry remained silent. He got up from his position on the bed and began to rummage in his trunk for some suitable party clothes. "No reason." He sighed.

Harry settled on a green tee shirt and light colored, distressed jeans. The jeans were form fitting, but not clingy, just the way Harry liked them.

"Alright, let's go." Harry mumbled. They left Gryffindor tower and headed towards the Hufflepuff dormitory, which was located near the greenhouses. Regardless of what Ron said, Harry had a feeling that tonight was going to be just as bad as the last one.