Truth or dare?
It had been three days since the kiss and Draco hadn’t talked to him since, Harry suspected Draco was even avoiding him. He had been sitting in silence, by himself since until Pansy had come up to him one evening.
“Potter,”
“Parkinson,”
“You playing truth or dare with us, you have no choice,”
Harry sighed deeply before getting up and following Parkinson over to the spot that had been cleared. There sat Blaise Zambini, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Gregory Goyle, and himself.
Pansy introduced him to all of them, then started the game, sitting down next to Draco. Harry took the spot on the other side of Parkinson, with Zambini on his other side.
“Truth or Dare, Potter?” Nott said from across the circle.
“Truth,” Harry said, worried that a dare would be something bad.
“Okay, um, do you have a crush, and if so, who is it?” Nott says, smirking. “Or you could take a shot,”
“Definitely taking a shot,” Harry mumbled, getting a shot from the middle of the circle.
Zambini and Parkinson both looked curious, and Draco on the other hand looked pissed. Harry wondered why he was so angry, it's not like he had anything to do with it.
The game continued and Harry found a few interesting things out. He found out that Parkinson is lesbian, Nott has a crush on Neville (He was going to set them up once Neville got back.), Zambinis’ mother has had seven husbands and He doesn’t know who his father was, and Malfoy has had the same crush since the fourth year. But there have also been a few interesting things that happened, for example, Zambini was dared to kiss Parkinson (they both thought it was gross.), Malfoy had to take five shots in a row, and Nott spent the rest of the night without his shirt. The rest Harry actually wasn’t that interested in.
Harry really dreaded his dare.
“Potter, truth or dare?” Parkinson asked.
Harry sighed before saying,” Dare,”
“I dare you to….kiss Draco!” she said with an evil smirk on her thin lips.
Harry groaned and Draco looked away, blushing. When Harry saw that Draco was blushing he smirked. Did Draco like me? He asked himself.
Harry got up and walked over to Draco. He then knelt on the ground next to him and gently guided his face so that Draco was facing him. Draco's face was still bright red. Harry leaned down and placed his lips on Dracos. Draco's lips tasted sweet, the sweet taste of green apple was intoxicating to Harry. He craved it, He craved the sweet green apple, the smell of vanilla, and the feeling of Draco's soft lips against his.
At some point, Draco's hands found Harry's hair. His hands were buried in his messy black curls. Harry's hands were on Draco's hips as he pulled away, Harry then got up and went to sit next to Zambini.
Zambini was sitting there smirking and looking between the blushing Draco and the calm Harry.
Parkinson on the other hand was laughing so much at Draco's confused face that she was rolling around on the ground.