I Dare You DRARRY

Chapter Seven: Ruffled Feathers And Confused Women

Hermione stared at Harry from across the breakfast table, puzzled. Harry had been acting really strange ever since a couple of nights ago, and unlike every other time, he hadn't told her why.

Normally, she would have assumed that Malfoy had been getting to him, but surprisingly, Malfoy had been leaving the Golden Trio alone lately. Which was strange, because their entire group of friends were also his friends.

In fact, now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen Malfoy at all.

Odd.

Ron, naturally, remained oblivious. His primary focus was on his mound of sausage links, which was rapidly diminishing under his vigilant and watchful eye. Hermione watched as Harry shifted in his seat.

"The bench uncomfortable, Harry?" Harry's head shot up.

"N-no. Of course not. Why are you asking?" He answered quickly, stuttering slightly. He shifted unconsciously again, and Hermione frowned. It was almost as if...

No. That wasn't possible. Even so, she decided to experiment.

"No reason really, it's just that I'm finding the bench to be particularly hard this morning." Harry's eyes shifted down to his lap, and he fidgeted some more.

Ahhhhh. So that was the reason. Hermione discreetly glanced at Harry's face, and sure enough, there was a tell-tale blush beginning at the base of his throat and traveling up.

Hmm. Who was Harry's secret lover?

Hermione looked at Ron. He had missed the entire thing. She rolled her eyes, and sighed. Of course he wouldn't notice. She had broken up with him because he had been the worst boyfriend she'd ever had. So inattentive.

After a few awkward seconds of silence, Harry got up from the table, mumbling something about going to the bathroom. Hermione nodded and pretended to be extremely interested in her toast, mimicking Ron. As soon as he had turned, her eyes followed his ass as he walked out the door.

Yep. There was no question about it. Harry was getting laid. And from the looks of his quite tender walk, a lot.

Hermione frowned. Who was this mystery guy? Because whoever it was, she had to get rid of him, and quickly. The events of the coming Gryffindor game hinged on Harry and Draco's coming surprise. The committee had been planning it for weeks, and if Harry had unintentionally screwed it up by finding some guy, then they would have to totally rework the game.

Hermione groaned. Leave it to Harry to mess up what was good for him.

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Harry hurried down the hall, intent on finding Draco. That had been too close. Harry knew that he was awful at keeping secrets, especially from Hermione. She had the mind of a fox, and when she suspected something, she always found out.

He had to talk to Draco. The Gryffindor party was tonight, and Draco had been planning just exactly what Harry and him were going to do tonight as a surprise to the rest of the group.

After the evening in the kitchens three nights ago, Draco and Harry had kept seeing each other. They both considered it to be incredibly stupid of them if they both decided to not see each other just because of old prejudices, because after you've just had sex with said "enemy" (twice, Harry remembered. He shivered.) it was pointless to ignore it.

So they had devised a plan.

Draco and Harry both knew that Hermione and the rest of the committee thought that they were tricking Harry and Draco into getting together in public. But Harry and Draco had other plans.

Harry groaned softly under his breath as he remembered just what exactly Draco had suggested they do at the bondage themed party.

Harry licked his lips.

If all went according to plan, this party was going to become legendary.

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"What?" Pansy screeched.

"NO WAY." Ginny said. Hermione nodded to the horrified girls huddled around the desk in the abandoned classroom.

"Yes, I'm afraid that it's true. Harry is seeing someone else."

"But what does this mean for our plans?" Luna said, puzzled.

"Well obviously our plans aren't going to work anymore! We can't go through with it if Harry's got another guy on the side! It'd be...unethical!" Ginny said.

"Hmph. As if the original plan was ethical." Susan mused darkly. All the girls laughed.

"Well, I had an idea about that..." Hermione mused. All the talking ceased. The girls fixed their predatory gazes on Hermione. She smirked.

"Think about it, ladies. Harry had another guy. A dominating guy. And this guy has, from the looks of Harry's current walking predicament, become very attached to Harry. And the odds are that this guy is one of the participants of the game. Because otherwise, it'd be common knowledge by now, because they would have no reason to hide it. So.... We could always pull a classic BARBIE." She smirked.

All the girls smirked as they realized just what she was implying.

"What's a BARBIE?" Said Luna.

"Bitchy Allure Reminding Boys Incessantly Everything they can't have. BARBIE for short, because it's an actual name."

"Ohhhhhh." Luna said.

"Yes, ladies. We are going to amp up our current game plan, because if we flaunt Harry's delicious piece of submissive ass in front of his mystery lover, and have him watch his boy toy get it on with Draco, we might just get a bigger show than we thought." Pasny smirked.

"Oh, Hermione. It's times like these where I wonder why you were placed in Gryffindor