--Prompt by like four people--

I AM A SLUT FOR TRUTH FOR DARE DRARRY I HAVE READ EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

SO HERE WE ARE, FUCKERS

If you asked Draco Malfoy where he would want to be on a Saturday night, the last answer he would give would be "playing stupid party games with Gryffindor"

And yet, here he was, downing his third shot of the evening as Hermione was dared to make out with Pansy.

He leaned back in his beanbag chair, eyes flicking over their company. 

Hermione currently resided in Pansy's lap, lips seeming to have no intention of leaving anytime soon. Ron sat in his own beanbag, sending mini-glares at Blaise, who was making kissy faces back. Harry sat across from Draco, staring at the ceiling, shot glass in hand. Seamus and Dean still had yet to come back from their "make out in a random closet" dare, and everyone was too scared to go find them. Neville was already wasted from his dare to drink eight shots in a row. He had no idea how wasted Luna was because despite her having five shots, she acted exactly as wacky as when she was sober. 

"Draco!" Hermione cheered as she pulled away from Pansy. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, I'm not a pussy," Draco said, smirking.

"Dare you to kiss..." Hermione's eyes scanned the crowd before landing on one specific person.

"You're joking," Draco groaned, throwing his head back.

"You said you're not a pussy," Pansy mocked, shooting him a dark grin.

"Fuck it, he's probably too drunk to remember it anyway," Draco replied, irritated.

Harry looked him dead in the eyes, a smirk crossing his lips. "I've had two shots, Draco. I can promise you, I'm not gonna forget."

Draco groaned again. "Fuckin Gryffindors, man," he muttered, crawling across their little circle to sit in front of Harry.

Harry raised a single perfect eyebrow. "Scared, Malfoy?"

"You wish," Draco replied irritably, before leaning forward and kissing Harry hard.

The kiss was intended to be full of hate and anger, but that was a little hard to convey when Harry's lips were so fucking soft and Draco just wanted to melt.

Despite wanting to stay there forever, Draco pulled away slowly and opened his eyes. 

When had he closed his eyes?

Harry's eyes fluttered open as well, and he flashed Draco a bright smile, before leaning back in his seat.

Draco blinked several times before returning to his own seat.

"Blaise," he said, snapping out of his trance. "Truth or dare?"

"Always dare, babe," Blaise teased, winking playfully.

Draco snorted. "Dare you to give Neville a lap dance."

Blaise pouted. "No fair, he's wasted. He won't even remember how amazing I am!"

"I'll alwayyss remember how amazzzzing you arre," Neville slurred with a lopsided smile.

Blaise snorted and moved forward to complete his dare.

Draco's eyes drifted across the circle to stare at Harry.

The other boy was staring at Blaise with rapt fascination, but flicked to Draco moments later. He flashed Draco another smile.

What was it with Potter and smiling at him?

Despite himself, Draco found himself smiling back at Harry.

Blaise moved back to his seat. "Harry!" he shouted. "Truth or... the other one."

"Dare," Harry laughed easily. Draco's eyes were drawn to his smile, and he found himself licking his own lips, mouth suddenly dry.

"I dunno... Kiss Luna or some shit," Blaise giggled, downing a shot.

Harry shrugged, leaning over Ron to kiss Luna. She smiled brightly.

"You have very soft lips, Harry," she said with a smile.

"Thank you," Harry laughed. "Hm... Ron. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Ron replied easily.

"Dare you to give Blaise a hickey."

Ron sighed dramatically, before moving across their circle and leaning forward, kissing Blaise's neck slowly.

Draco caught Harry's eyes again, and this time the boy winked at him.

Wait, what?

Draco looked at him again, but Harry's eyes were now trained on the red mark on Blaise's neck as Ron moved away.

"Draco, truth or dare?" Ron asked, leaning back in his seat.

"I'm not kissing Potter again." No matter how much I want to. "So, truth."

"Pussy," Pansy mocked, handing him a clear vial.

"You're joking," Draco replied, horrified.

"Nope. we want nothing but the truth, Draco."

He glared at her, downing the drink quickly and chasing it with Firewhisky. He winced slightly at the burn of the combined drinks, and faced Ron.

"What's your kink?" Ron asked, smirk crossing his lips.

Any trace of a smile on Draco's face was gone. HIs lips pressed together in an attempt to stop himself from saying it.

Ron simply smiled, and repeated his question.

"Parsletongue," Draco blurted out.

Everyone stilled. Excpet Pansy and Hermione, who were still making out.

"Draco," Blaise started, a drunk, teasing grin on his face. Draco groaned. "Only two people in this world speak Parsletongue. So unless you've been getting it on with Voldemort-" Draco shuddered. "-you have a thing for Harry."

Draco glared at his best friend. "I hate you," he tried to mutter, but the Veritaserum stopped him.

Harry's eyebrows were raised, his lips parted slightly. He looked stunned.

"Hermione, truth or dare?" Draco said, raising his voice.

She sighed, pulling away from Pansy. "Dare."

"Dare you to kill me. Like right now."

"No thanks," she said cheerfully. "Next dare."

Draco groaned. "I dare you to get Pansy off your lap."

Hermione huffed, shoving Pansy off her lap and sitting in Pansy's lap. She flashed an irritated Draco a bright smile and turned to Harry. "Harry! Truth or dare?"

Harry gave a worried looked to the empty vial of Veritaserum before turning back to her. "Dare, please."

"Dare you to say something to Draco in Parsletongue."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Draco shouted, falling backwards in his chair and throwing his arm over his eyes.

"Isn't that a bit mean?" Harry's worried voice said.

"Yep!" Hermione replied cheerfully. "Do it."

He heard Harry sigh deeply. "Fine."

The room was silent, and then Harry started hissing.

Draco stiffened. How was it that hissing could be so erotic? Maybe it was just Harry hissing, becuase Harry had always managed to have a strange effect on Draco.

The hissing stopped, and Draco removed his arm from his face.

Harry's face was bright red, and he had his knees tucked up to his chest. Drraco smiled slightly at how adorable he looked.

"What did you say?" Blaise asked, interested.

"None of your business. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Dare you to down three more shots."

"I'm gonna die," Blaise said decidedly, but completed his dare. "Harry! Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Harry looked concerned.

"Dare you to have sex with Draco. Right here."

"No!" Harry looked horrified. "I'm not losing my virginity in front of all of my friends!"

Draco noticed he didn't say anything about losing his virginity to him.

"Excellent," Blaise said, grinning. "Then you pick truth."

"Yeah, I guess so," Harry replied. He downed his Veritaserum.

"What did you say to Draco? In English, please."

"Fuck," Harry muttered. "I said 'I really wish you actually liked me for me and not just my stupid ability.'"

"I do!" Draco replied instantly, feeling his face turn red.

Harry's eyes went huge. "Really?"

"I have Veritaserum in my system, I can't lie," Draco replied, rolling his eyes. Harry blushed.

"You actually like me?"

"I actually like you," Draco replied, grinning.

Harry blushed darker.

"I actually like you too."