To Dare You

Chapter One

A/N: Please be warned, trigger warning for the whole story, there will be mentions of self harm, blood, cursing (lots) and If there are others I'll put them in right before. Enjoy!

"What-" Harry started. "No, I will not play truth or dare with you, Malfoy. I'm not stupid." Harry crossed his arms as Draco walked closer to him, his pale blonde hair looking less styled than normal, almost looking... fluffy. Merlin, what Harry would do to touch Malfoy's soft, light, floofy, absolutely amazing hair. But a small amount of gel still sleeked it back, which held back Harry's hand. If it wasn't, Harry didn't know if he could hold it back.

"Aww, come on, just a simple, easy, fun game of truth or dare." Draco cooed, smirking. He was onto something, exactly what it was, Harry did not know of. "Scared, Potter?" He asked, with a pouty face. A pout placed on his cute face was enough for Harry to squeal in joy, but nothing happened, and thank Merlin to Harry.

"Me? No, uh, no I'm not. You're on, Malfoy." Harry quickly replied, scared to back down. "Only under one condition though." Yeah, not scared of truth or dare, scared that something would happen. Just something.

Wizarding of truth or dare was different than the muggle version. While the muggle version was straightforward, for the magical version, you literally couldn't back down from the dare, and for truths you had to drink veritaserum, or, in other words, impossible to lie.

"Oh, and what is that?" He asked, looking at Harry with those beautiful, silver eyes.

Harry got lost in Draco's eyes, not having the strength to pull himself out. They glowed in the sun streaming into the empty classroom Draco had pulled him in moments before. They looked glassy but shiny, and dull at the same ti-

"Potter? Hey git, I'm over here," They locked eyes as he snarled evilly. "What is your one condition, Potter?"

"What?" He asked, snapping out of it, and looking away, afraid he would get sucked into his beautiful grey eyes like the sty after a storm. "Oh, uh, that my friends and yours have to come, at least 3 of yours. Bring Parkinson, Zabini, and Goyle or something, Malfoy."

"Fine with me, scared that I'll kiss you or something?" Draco smirked again, but a small blush appeared on his pale cheeks, which was impossible to miss. "Don't worry, I don't care that people are around.If I were to kiss you, no promises Potter, I wouldn't hide it."

"Uh, no?" Harry did his best to not turn pink, but couldn't hold it back. He looked at Draco's blushing cheeks, and smiled. He repeated Draco's last words over, and over, and over again. "So you don't murder me." He stated simply. No matter how much he liked him, Draco was still his enemy and would kill him If he could. But what he had said? Maybe he would hex him at the very worst.

"Hmm, you've got a point, Potter." He smiled maliciously. "Room of requirement? Today, 10?" He asked Harry, more in a statement way rather than a question. Harry watched him walking out of the room. "Don't be late." He called, out of sight.

"Whatever," Harry grumbled as he let his face turn pink.

"Ooh, what was that?" Hermione asked, goggling at him and to Draco who was walking away. She walked into the room.

"He invited me to truth or dare. You're coming, with Ron. Room of requirement. 10. Invite everyone..." Harry told her, pushing by.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did Draco do something to you?" Hermione realized what she said wrong. "Oh, shit, I mean Malfoy, not Draco," She corrected as Harry looked at her quizzically.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry stopped in his tracks and whirled around.

"Nothing!" She squeaked, and ran to her girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. Harry stared at them as Hermione jumped up and down and Pansy gave her a thumbs up and mouthed something like 'it's a go.'