god im a slut for truth or dare drarry

Hola, sunflowers!

In honor of my 18th birthday today (August 12, 2020 if you're reading in the future), I've given you all a present!

(A little backwards, but still. We all love truth or dare drarry here.)

dedicated to drvrryshipper and hp_stan_62442 as well as the rest of you t or d sluts

(im not actually calling you sluts we're just sluts for truth or dare do not use derogatory terms toward people unless they know you're joking please)

"I think," Neville said slowly, trying to spit out the words through his drunken haze. "We should play a... a game!"

Seamus fell against the table. Dean grabbed him by the hips, pulling him close and grinning, before turning to Neville. "Good idea, Nev. What kinda game?"

"The kind..." Neville squinted for a long moment. "That you play."

Hermione buried her face in Harry's shoulder to hide her laughter, and Dean pressed his lips together, unable to contain his smile. "Yes. Makes sense."

A small snort escaped Hermione. Ron had already lost it; he was doubled over giggling. Harry covered his mouth with his hand.

"And what kind of game that you play would you suggest we play?" Dean asked, really trying to contain his own laughter through the words as Seamus trailed his tongue from Dean's shoulder to his jaw.

Neville had already lost interest in the conversation, looking somewhere past Harry's left shoulder and murmuring "Throwing ass."

That did it. Hermione collapsed into giggles and Ron fell on the floor. Harry burst out laughing, and Dean cracked up, accidentally knocking Seamus over.

When they finally managed to get themselves together, Neville had already wandered off somewhere in the Room of Requirement.

"Well, while Neville and Seamus are already drunk, I think the rest of us are just tipsy," Hermione sighed sadly. "That should be remedied immediately."

"English?" Ron asked.

Dean raised his glass and his voice. "It means let's get fucking shitfaced!"

This was met with cheers from around the room, and Harry grinned as he downed his drink.

"How about Truth or Dare?" Dean asked. "Do wizards play party games like Truth or Dare, or is that just a Muggle thing?"

"Do wizards-" Ron choked on his drink. "Do wizards play party games? Dean, you have much to learn. Seven years at Hogwarts have done nothing for you."

"I'll take that as a yes," Dean replied, rolling his eyes affectionately and helping Seamus stand.

"TRUTH OR DARE!" Hermione shouted, charming a large circle of carpet on the floor to glow blue. People started cheering again and heading over to the circle. Harry laughed softly at Hermione's brazenness. Maybe she was a little tipsier than she was aware of.

Harry sat in between Dean and Ron, laughing as Seamus drunkenly pretended to trip and land on Dean's lap, only to end up sprawled over Harry's.

"Wrong hottie," Dean laughed easily, pulling Seamus onto his lap as more people sat down in the circle.

"I fell," Seamus mumbled.

"I'm aware," Dean replied softly. "Can you sit up, or are you gonna vomit on me?"

"I'm not that drunk yet," Seamus responded indignantly. To prove this solid point, he sat up and squished himself between Dean and Neville.

Harry shook his head at the Irish boy's antics and scanned their group. Himself, Ron, Padma, Ginny, Luna, Hermione, Pansy, Malfoy, Terry, Zacharias, Blaise, Neville, Seamus, and Dean all sat in their little circle, in that order.

(if you're having trouble figuring out which way the circle is going; facing inwards, Ron is on Harry's right and Dean is on his left, and Draco is, of course, sitting directly across from him)

Here's your diagram

I hope it clears things up for you

"What starts?" Hermione asked, leaning forward with a glint in her eye.

"I'll start," Hermione said, before immediately swiveling to face Pansy. "Truth or dare, Parkinson?"

"Wait," Pansy said, holding up a hand. "If I pick truth, y'all are just gonna trust me?"

"You're right. Don't trust anyone." Hermione reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt and pulled out a flask. "Don't ask. I had plans."

"What plans?" Ron and Harry shrieked in unison as Hermione mixed Firewhiskey and Veritaserum into 14 shot glasses.

Pansy smirked as she got hers, holding it up in cheers. "I like your style, Granger."

Hermione only grinned, holding hers in the air as well. "To inter-house cooperation!"

The others repeated the phrase and downed their shots.

"A test, to make sure it worked." Hermione thought for a second. "How many people have you kissed?"

Pansy thought for several seconds before "Six" spilled out of her mouth, tired of waiting for her to catch up. She flushed. "And you?"

"Two. Krum and Ron."

"Thirteen," Luna added cheerfully, followed by Ginny, with a grin and a response of "Two."

"Zero," Padma admitted. "Hopefully not for long." Her eyes scanned the group with a challenge and Terry flashed her a wink.

"Two," Ron replied. "Sad, really, since both of them broke up with me."

Hermione winked at him, and he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Four," Harry added, turning to Dean.

"Wait a minute!" Ron shouted. "Four? I know Cho and Ginny, who the fuck else have you kissed? I spend, like, ninety percent of my life around you!"

"Well during that extra ten percent, I was kissing one of Dudley's friends and Seamus," Harry responded with a grin, waiting for the explosion from Ron.

It didn't take long. "SEAMUS?!" Ron shouted. "Dean, are you-"

"I dared them too," Dean responded with an evil grin. "We were drunk. You passed out."

"And Dudley's friend..." Ron looked pale and confused.

Harry shrugged. "Was experimenting." He grinned, leaning back. "I have it on good authority that I have a great ass."

This sent the group into raucous laughter, and Harry caught Malfoy's eye. The blonde was just staring at him, looking slightly confused.

"Harry, mate, are you-"

"Gay?" Harry finished Ron's question. "Nah, don't think so. I'm into girls and boys."

"Bisexual," Hermione added helpfully, and Harry pointed a finger gun at her in thanks. Malfoy was still fucking staring at him.

"Two," Dean said, continuing their earlier question, and Seamus grinned and repeated his boyfriend, much to the surprise of the others.

"One," Neville admitted. "Luna."

"Are y'all together?" Blaise asked, something like bitterness in his tone.

"No!" Neville replied quickly. "She just... I dunno, kissed me."

"We were talking about first kisses," Luna added. "And he mentioned that he had never had his, and I asked him if he wanted me to kiss him, and he said okay. So I kissed him. Then I gave him a-"

"OOOOKAY, LUNA!" Neville shouted loudly, causing more laughter throughout the group. Ginny was practically in tears, cracking up and burying her head in her girlfriend's shoulder.

"Zero," Blaise said coolly, leaning back and daring anyone to make fun of him.

"How?" Neville blurted out, staring at him with a bright red face. "You're so..."

"Slutty?" Blaise asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Gorgeous," Neville finished quietly. Blaise's mouth fell open, and Zacharias said "One", and the group moved on as Blaise continued to stare at a bright-red Neville.

"Three," Terry said sweetly, tangling his fingers together and looking a bit nervous. "Cho, Parvati, and L-Lavender." He choked over the last name, closing his eyes for a minute before breathing out and opening them. 

Malfoy thought for a moment before the Veritaserum got tired of his waiting too and "twenty-four," spilled out of his mouth.

"Damn," Luna muttered as the group shouted around her. "I thought I was gonna win."

"It wasn't a competition, Luna," Ginny comforted, patting her shoulder.

Malfoy leaned back similarly to Blaise, an unhappy look on his face. "Pansy, Astoria, Daphne, and then-" he paused for a second, the look on his face was replaced with a vengeful smirk, "-as many Muggle boys as I could to piss off my father as much as possible."

Cheers went up among the group, and Harry caught the blonde's eye once again, giving him a slight grin and tipping his glass toward him. Malfoy grinned back at him for the first time in Harry's entire life.

"Alright, I think we can safely say the Veritaserum is working," Hermione said. "Now, I suppose I just used my turn. Luna, I guess you're next. And everyone, just know that you get one bail, one dare you don't have to do or question you don't have to answer."

Luna scanned the group for a long moment before her eyes landed on Terry with a strange look. "I don't want to hear Padma's ranting about you anymore. Terry, Truth or Dare?"

Padma flushed bright red as Terry squeaked out "Truth."

"Wrong answer," Luna said. "You're gonna want to pick Dare."

"Dare," Terry replied immediately, his voice even higher than before.

"Go run along with Padma and confess your feelings for her so I don't have to hear her complain anymore about unrequited feelings."

Terry and Padma made matching squeaking noises before Terry blushed and stood, crossing the circle and holding out a hand to Padma. After a moment of trying to compose herself and failing, Padma took it and the pair left the room.

the new and improved group ✨

(the stars for alcohol were supposed to be  ✨ these ones idk why they changed)

"Do you think they'll have sex?" Luna asked idly.

Ginny lightly smacked her and hissed "Luna!"

"Ginevra, I do believe it's your turn," Pansy said smoothly, smirking at the redheaded girl.

"I'll kill you if you ever call me Ginevra again," Ginny responded just as calmly. "And for that, I'm gonna turn my question to you. Truth or Dare?"

"Oh, I'm much more concerned about what you'd do to me with a dare, so I'll say truth."

Ginny's grin wiped the smile off of Pansy's face and replaced it with something like genuine worry.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell us who your most recent sexual fantasy was about, and a quick little overview of what happened in it?"

Pansy's face drained of blood as the group shouted and cheered. She slowly poured herself a shot of Firewhiskey and downed it before answering.

"It was about Granger eating me out in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room."

Hermione's face flushed bright red, and she stared at Pansy, who stubbornly refused to look at her. Ginny smirked and sipped her drink.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, looking a little pale at Pansy's admission. "Truth or fuckin' dare, mate?"

"Truth is boring, Pansy," he said easily, shooting a grin at the other girl, who made a face at him before falling back into a grin, still avoiding Hermione's gaze. "Dare."

"Dare you to give Dean a hickey. With Seamus' permission."

Seamus shrugged. "I got to kiss him. This makes us even."

Dean grinned at his boyfriend and then at Harry. "Go crazy."

Harry gently tilted Dean's head to the left, angling his jaw up and giving Harry plenty of room to work with. He studied his throat for a second before deciding on his location and leaning forward, sucking and biting at Dean's throat as the boy made small noises and gripped Seamus' hand.

When Harry pulled away a minute later to whoops and hollers, Dean looked at Seamus with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Seamus, we're so not even. I feel like I owe you the world for getting to experience that," he said, looking a bit dizzy. Seamus laughed loudly.

Harry grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment. Zabini, truth or dare?"

"I'll follow your example, great and powerful Saviour, and I'll say dare."

Harry shook his head in disappointment. "When are you Slytherins gonna learn to stop pissing off the Gryffindors? You know I hate being called that, and now I have to give you a bad dare because you've upset me."

Zabini looked apologetic, but any apologies that might have escaped him dissolved at the evil look in Harry's eyes.

"Well, I don't want to force you to give up your first kiss. Sooooo... How about you give Smith a blowjob?"

Shouts and cheers rang out amongst the group as Blaise rolled his eyes and relaxed slightly. "That's it? Damn, I expected worse."

Harry only shrugged. "We have time."

"That we do, Potter." Blaise's grin was positively alight with curiosity, cut off by Hermione's protest.

"If he's never had a first kiss, he's definitely never given a blowjob!"

"Oh, he has," Harry responded easily, eyes locked on Blaise with a wicked grin. "Trust me."

Ron screeched. "Harry, what?!"

Harry shrugged. "He wasn't subtle. I walked in one him and-" He paused, catching Blaise's eye. The other boy shook his head, "-a certain other person in the middle of the Common Room."

"Tell us who it was!" Smith shouted, met with various other similar shouts from the group.

Blaise only shrugged. "I was bored. He was cute. But he's not out, and before any of you ask, no we're not dating, and no, he's not in this group. Hop off my neck and let me show off my talents, Smith, unless you're turning down a free blowjob."

Smith turned red, remembering the dare, and shut his mouth. Blaise grinned and moved to his left slightly, unbuttoning Smith's trousers and tugging them down. The boy was very clearly interested, but attempted to maintain a blushing glare as Blaise winked at him.

"Don't be that way, darling," Blaise mocked. Smith scowled at him, but his interest did not go away. Neville's eyes, Harry noticed, were locked on Blaise with a sort of fascination, and Harry stored that knowledge away for further dares.

By the time he had looked away from Neville and back to Blaise, the boy already was licking a stripe up the underside of Smith's dick, wicked eyes not breaking contact with the red-faced boy. 

"We don't have all night, Blaise," Malfoy drawled, and Harry's eyes snapped to him. He studied the blonde with confused fascination. 

He had apologized to Hermione and Ron and Neville and Luna and just about everyone after the war, and each of them had forgiven him, which was the bridge to the strange little group they now had.

Well, Malfoy had apologized to everyone... except Harry.

Harry didn't understand why. Did he still hate him? It was unlikely, giving the tentative unspoken truce that was between them. They never really spoke to one another, but Malfoy didn't seem to hate him anymore. So why wouldn't he apologize to him?

Of course, Harry hadn't apologized either. The night in the bathroom would haunt him forever, and he was honestly afraid to bring it up long enough to apologize, too afraid of whether Malfoy would be able to forgive him.

Was that why Malfoy hadn't apologized? Was he afraid Harry wouldn't forgive him? Why wouldn't he have the same fear when it came to the others?

Smith let out a soft gasp, drawing Harry's eyes back to him. It appeared that while Harry had been staring at Malfoy, Blaise had finished his dare and was now moving back to his spot.

Smith, still bright red, tugged his pants and trousers back on. He didn't say anything. With the slightly glazed look in his eyes, Harry wasn't sure he could. A spark of interest in Blaise's abilities formed in Harry before he crushed it with the memory of Neville's face when he looked at Blaise.

"Well, that was quite a show," Dean said, sounding a little breathless. "Hm... Hermione, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Her eyes flicked to Pansy briefly, but Harry could tell Dean caught it based on the slow smirk crossing his lips.

"Now, since darling Pansy here had to spill her guts, I think it's only fair you do the same. Hermione, would you be willing to fulfill Pansy's sexual fantasy?"

"More than willing," Hermione blurted out without hesitation, and immediately turned pink. Pansy gaped at her.

"Enlightening," Dean said smoothly, turning to his boyfriend. "Seamus, your turn."

"Dare," Seamus mumbled, head resting on Dean's shoulder.

"No, you're asking."

"Ah, shit." He sat up, pausing for a minute, presumably while his head spun from the motion, and looked around the group. "Has anyone asked Neville yet?"

"Nope," came the chorus from the group, while Neville looked a bit apprehensive.

"Neville, baby delicious, Truth or Dare?"

The group burst out in laughter at Seamus' apparent new nickname for Neville, almost drowning out Neville's response of "Dare."

"Since you're so fuckin' delicious," Seamus slurred amidst more laughter, leaning against his friend. "How about you let Harry have a taste? Make out with me boy Harry for like... I dunno, two minutes."

Harry laughed easily along with the others. "C'mon, baby delicious!" he cheered, sending up more loud laughter from their group.

He couldn't exactly ignore Blaise's scowl as Neville nervously stood. "Sor-sorry, Harry," Neville stuttered as he came to sit in front of Harry. "I've never made out with anyone before, I might not be very good."

Warmth blossomed in Harry as he stared at his friend with a sweet smile, meeting his nervous one. "I won't bite," he teased. "Unless you want me to."

Neville nodded, inhaling and seeming to compose himself before carefully leaning forward.

"You wanna get a bit closer?" Harry asked, allowing a bit of humor to seep into his voice. He gently pulled Neville onto his lap before kissing him slowly.

The boy made a small noise, tentatively kissing Harry back. Harry was just about to deepen the kiss to fulfill Neville's dare when a cold voice cut in.

"Bail."

Harry pulled away from Neville, turning to face Blaise with a shocked look. "Sorry?"

"I'm using my bail. On this dare," Blaise said. His face was stony.

"Is that allowed?" Ginny whispered to Luna, loud enough for the group to hear.

But Harry studied the jealousy scrawled all over Blaise's face, and the shock and hope all over Neville's, and he smiled to himself, gently pushing Neville off his lap. "I guess you've been saved, Neville. Blaise, you have to accept all dares and truths from this point on. You know that, right?"

Blaise only nodded once. Neville scrambled back to his seat amongst the silence.

"Well, I guess it's my turn. Blaise. Truth or dare?"

Blaise swallowed, studying Neville's face for a long moment before quietly saying "Truth."

"Why did you bail on my dare?"

Blaise pressed his lips together, seeming to fight against himself before spitting out "Dare."

"I dare you to tell me why you bailed on my dare," Neville said without hesitation, met with laughter and soft cheers, and a shocked look on Blaise's face.

The boy looked down at his hands for a long moment, before finally meeting Neville's eyes. "Because I would rather be the first person you ever made out with."

At the look on Neville's face, Blaise sat up straighter (do NOT make a joke about that) and spoke again.

"Neville. Truth or dare?"

Neville didn't hesitate. "Dare."

Blaise stared at him for several silent seconds before he spoke again.

"Kiss me."

Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Neville could back out if he wanted. He still had his bail, he could say no, and they could move on.

Instead, Neville carefully moved to sit in his lap, similarly to how he had sat in Harry's, and gently kissed Blaise.

Their group cheered again, and when the cheers died down, Blaise and Neville weren't kissing anymore, but Neville also didn't move away from his spot or stop smiling.

"Malfoy!" Zacharias shouted a little too loudly. "Truth or dare?"

Malfoy blinked in surprise. "Uh, dare? I guess?"

"Dare you to kiss Ron."

"Bail!" Ron shrieked without hesitation. "Bail, bail, I fucking bail! I'm not kissing Malfoy!"

Their group started laughing. Malfoy almost fell over he was laughing so hard, curly hair falling over his face as he leaned against Pansy, shoulders shaking.

Harry stared at him, momentarily dazed by the break from the usual Malfoy that he saw, but shook himself out of it as Ron made fake retching noises.

Malfoy finally calmed down enough to take a few deep breaths and turn to Seamus with a smile. "Finne- er, Seamus. Truth or-"

"Dare," Seamus muttered into Dean's shoulder.

"Dare you to dance for us," Malfoy replied immediately, smirking.

"Wha' kinda dance? The macarena? Strip tease?"

"Whatever comes first." Malfoy appeared to be holding back laughter still. "Whatever dance comes to mind when you stand up."

Dean was biting his lip to hide his grin as he lightly shoved Seamus off of him. Seamus sighed heavily, even though he was grinning, and stood up before promptly passing out and crashing in the middle of their circle.

Dean immediately burst into laughter, crawling over to check that his boyfriend was alive before laughing louder. "He's asleep!"

The rest of the group followed in his laughter. When Pansy found her breath again, she leaned forward to see Ginny. "Female Weasley! Time for revenge."

"And what does revenge ensue?" Ginny asked, not looking worried in the slightest. "I'm picking dare, I'm not spilling my sexual fantasies; not nearly drunk enough for that."

"Well, let's remedy that!" Pansy clapped her hands together. "I dare you to pick three people in our group to each make you a drink, all three of which you have to drink!"

Now Ginny looked slightly concerned. She studied the people in front of her, clearly trying to figure out who would play nice. "Dean... Luna... Harry."

Malfoy immediately burst into laughter. "Weasley, have you seen Potter in Potions? You just signed your own death warrant!"

Hermione giggled before promptly stopping at the look Harry shot her. "Sorry," she said, not looking apologetic in the slightest. "It's a little true."

"Lovely!" Pansy clapped her hands again. "You three venture on down to the kitchens and concoct something. Blaise, you're good with cooking, go with them and make sure they won't poison the gingerling."

"Gingerling?" Ginny shrieked as Dean, Harry, and Luna stood, Blaise removed Neville from his lap to stand, and Ron shook with laughter. "That's it, Parkinson, you're dead, you should have said that when my turn wasn't in three rounds."

"Have fun!" Pansy shouted over a still-yelling Ginny, looking only slightly concerned. Harry waved at her before opening the door.

They rushed down to the kitchens, praying McGonagall and Filch wouldn't catch them while Harry wished his Invisibility Cloak wasn't back in his dorm room, and waved hello to a Hufflepuff third-year, who was sneaking food out of the kitchens, as they went in.

Luna immediately darted to a far corner in the kitchen, her back turned to them and blocking whatever the fuck she was doing. Harry was deeply concerned, but he (sort of) trusted Luna with whatever she was doing, and went to one of the counters to look for ingredients. Dean stood a few feet away, grabbing several bottles of alcohol from high cabinets.

"Will you grab me that one?" Harry asked, pointing up at a crystal bottle. Dean handed him the bttole-which turned out to be vodka- with a grin.

"Sure thing, shortie."

"Okay, second-tallest-boy-in-Gryffindor."

"I will have you know, I make up the two-inch height difference between me and Ron with muscle definition."

"You have no muscles."

"You've just made yourself a Truth or Dare target, Potter."

Harry snorted and grabbed the cayenne pepper. "Do your worst, I'm the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die."

That elicited soft laughter from a previously-silent Blaise, and Harry flashed him a grin before turning back to his now deep-orange drink.

"You suppose we have ghost pepper powder?" Harry asked innocently, batting his eyelashes at Blaise. The boy snorted.

"Undoubtedly." He followed this statement with a search through the cupboards. As he did so, Harry watched Dean work. The boy was mixing about seven straight alcohols into one glass with a slightly worrying smile.

"Aren't you supposed to mix alcohols with juice?" Harry asked, watching the murky-brown liquor spin with the spoon.

Dean looked him dead in the eye as he uncapped the orange juice next to him and added a single drop.

Harry burst into laughter, shaking so hard that he could barely grab the pepper Blaise handed him, and had to wipe tears from his eyes before he could finish.

Soon, the trio had three shot glasses set in front of Ginny. Pansy (being the vengeful bitch she was) had added a new clause to Ginny's dare: she had to sip each drink before downing it.

One (Harry's) was bright orange and filled with floating pieces of spices that hadn't dissolved. When Ginny sipped it, her eyes started watering and she squeezed them shut before downing it, immediately gasping and turning bright red for several minutes before Hermione found sympathy and waved her wand over Ginny's head. Ginny coughed for several more minutes before lifting the next.

This one (Dean's) was a sort of amber color and really just looked like any average whiskey. Ginny sipped it and started coughing immediately. "Fuck, Dean, I'm going to be wasted off of this one shot! What the fuck is this?"

Dean only smiled angelically while Ginny muttered about regrets and 'shoulda picked Neville' before she downed it and spent another ten minutes coughing and looking like she might throw up.

The final one (Luna's) was the one Harry was most curious about. It was lime green and Luna refused to tell anyone what was in it.

Ginny sipped it. Then she slowly set it down in front of her and whispered "Bail" before the Room conjured a trash can next to her and she threw up.

Laughter and shouts rang through the room. "You've only got one left!" Zacharias shouted, grinning, while Ron chanted "Down it! Down it!"

"Nope," Ginny gasped, looking like she might be sick. "Luna, I thought you loved me."

"I do," Luna replied serenely. Ginny couldn't respond, she was throwing up again.

"My... turn?" Hermione said slowly, looking at Ginny like if she threw up on her it would be the last thing she ever did. "Luna, truth or dare?"

"Hm. Truth."

"What was in that?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell me what you put in that drink."

"Bail."

Hermione blinked in surprise. "Well fuck."

"This game is fun!" Luna looked ecstatic. "Zacharias! Truth or dare?"

"Erm. truth?"

"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Zacharias immediately turned bright red as Ron howled with laughter. Ginny finally stopped looking like she was going to vomit.

"Dare!" he exclaimed, still flushed. "Um. Dare. I pick dare."

"Make out with our darling Ron here."

"Bail!" Ron immediately shouted, and Ginny started cracking up.

"You've already used your bail," Luna reminded him smoothly, and Ron immediately turned pink.

"Ah, fuck," he muttered. "Fine then."

Zacharias, looking wildly embarrassed, clambered over Seamus's slumped form and sat in front of Ron, not allowing either of them to speak before he awkwardly slotted his mouth over Ron's.

Harry tried to contain his laughter, but after about ten seconds of watching his best friend awkwardly make out with the Hufflepuff, soft giggles started escaping him. Hermione had her lips pressed so tightly together they were white. Blaise was covering his mouth with his hand, shoulders shaking.

Pansy was the first to break, bursting out in laughter, quickly followed by Malfoy and Ginny and soon, the rest of their group, including Zacharias and Ron, who broke apart to laugh.

"Well that was awkward," Ron chuckled , and Zacharias grinned at him before returning to his seat.

"Pansy!" Ginny shouted, rounding on the black-haired girl. Pansy barely had time to look at Ginny before Ginny practically shouted "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth, obviously, I don't trust you."

"Tell us every single fantasy you've had about Hermione."

Pansy turned pink. "Not a fucking chance. Dare."

Ginny looked positively evil, grabbing the lime-green drink in front of her and holding it out to Pansy. "Drink it."

"Oh, fuck you," Pansy sighed. "I'm not wasting my bail on a drink. Gimme that." She didn't waste time to smell or taste the drink, instead opting for tipping it back and downing it.

"That wasn't a good idea," Luna said calmly just before Pansy wildly grabbed for Ginny's trash can and promptly vomited. Ginny was giggling uncontrollably.

"Harry!" Ron cheered. "Truth or dare, mate?"

"Let's make it a dare, Ronnie baby."

This was met with good-natured laughter from Ron and a response of "Dare you to kiss Malfoy."

Harry didn't allow himself time to consider the negatives of him standing and crossing the circle before he was already there.

"You're not using your bail," Malfoy said in a voice that barely shook. 

"Nope." Harry held both of Malfoy's hands, pulling him to his feet, and leaned forward on his tiptoes. Malfoy's eyes were wide and shocked, the grey irises darting between Harry's eyes.

They were just a breath away, with the lovely sounds of a still-vomiting Pansy and a softly giggling Ginny in the background. If Harry leaned forward the tiniest bit, he would be kissing the blonde.

Instead, he lifted Malfoy's right hand and kissed the back of it.

"What the fuck, Harry!?" Ron shouted immediately.

"You didn't say where," Harry replied cheerfully, staring into Malfoy's eyes for another moment before returning to his seat. "I kissed him."

"Fuck you," Ron sighed. "You just put a target on your back."

"That's what I said!" Dean cheered, reaching across Harry to high-five the redhead while Malfoy sat back down.

"Well, since you're gonna be mean to me anyways," Harry sighed dramatically. "Dean, truth or dare?"

Dean nodded slowly. "This backfired."

"Indeed it did."

"Well, I guess I'm gonna go with dare."

"Don't ask me 'truth or dare' for the rest of the game."

Dean shook his head among the surprised laughter of their group. "You're an evil genius, Harry Potter."

"Well, you can't have two good geniuses in a trio," Harry said, gesturing to Hermione. "We've got the evil genius, the good genius, and the chaotic neutral genius."

"I am truly disappointed that I am characterized as chaotic neutral and not chaotic evil, and I will be doing my best to remedy that immediately," Ron said flatly, before promptly smacking Ginny on the back of the head.

While Ginny attempted to murder Ron, Dean turned to Harry.

"Harry, Dare or truth?"

Harry nodded. "I'm an idiot and should have rephrased my question. I regret everything. Dare."

"Dare you to tell us first word that comes to your head when you look at each of us."

Harry squinted at Dean. "Evil." he turned to Seamus. "Drunk." Neville. "Cutie."

"I'll kill you, Potter."

Harry blinked, turning to Blaise. "Alarming." Zacharias. "Kissed my best friend."

"I said one word, Harry-"

Malfoy. "Draco." Huh. Pansy. "Gross."

Pansy flipped him off, even thought he couldn't see her face, as she was still hunched over the bucket.

Hermione. "Sweet." Luna. "Scary." Ginny. "Also scary." Ron. "Very possibly dying."

Ginny waved him off as Dean protested ("One word, Harry!"), and loosened her chokehold a bit. "He's fine."

"He's turning blue."

Ginny released her brother and smacked him on the head much harder than he had hit her. "Who's chaotic evil now, bitch?"

"Blaise." Neville smiled at the boy next to him. "Truth or dare?"

"Uh....Dare?"

Neville held out one hand to the boy. "Take me to the Slytherin dorms."

Harry had never seen someone stand as face as Blaise Zabini did. "Draco, truth or dare. Dare. Cool."

"-I didn't even say anyt-"

"Kiss Potter on the lips. Leaving, don't wait up!" he shouted, pulling Neville out of the room amidst the laughter of the group.

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Draco nodded slowly. "Dumbass," he muttered with a fond grin. He stood, crossing the group and sitting criss-cross in front of Harry, which shouldn't have looked at cute as it did.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly, eyes flicking all over Harry's face.

"Yeah."

Draco nodded, taking a moment before gently putting one hand on the back of Harry's neck and pulling him into a soft kiss.

Ginny whistled and Harry swore he heard Ron ask Pansy if she was using the vomit bucket because he might need a turn, and Harry flipped them off and wondered if he was ever going to be able to kiss anyone other than Draco ever again.

Draco pulled away with a blush and a grin before standing and going back to his seat. Meanwhile, Harry tried to slow his racing heart.

"Ron!" Zacharias said brightly, spinning to face the boy. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth...?"

"Give us a tier list of who you would want to kiss. One being the one you would most want to kiss, and nine-if we're counting Seamus- being the one you would least want to kiss."

"Damn," Ron muttered. "Alright. Numero uno. Harry."

This was immediately met with a lot of shouting and a wink from Harry that turned Ron bright red. "Well, Ron, if I had known you wanted to get in my pants so bad-"

"I don't- I- shut up!" Ron exclaimed, laughing through the blush spreading over his face. "I don't want in your pants, dumbass. I just- Malfoy looked so dazed after he kissed you, and so did Neville, and Dean almost passed out when you gave him a hickey. I can only imagine you're good at it."

"Use your dares wisely and you can find out," Harry replied flirtatiously, winking again. Ron turned a brighter shade of red. 

"I hate you. Alright. Numero two-"

"Those are two different languages!" a slightly-drunk Dean shouted. 

"Numero two, probably Hermione. I've kissed her before, I would again, she's good at it."

"Awww!" Hermione said sweetly. A slightly green-looking Pansy squinted at him.

"Number three, Luna."

Without even the slightest hesitation, Ginny tackled him.

"Fuck-Ginny- I'm sorry, it's just- she's-"

"I'm a wonderful kisser," Luna said smoothly.

"Is that so?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows at her. She blew him a kiss. Ginny paused in her attempted murder of Ron to point at Harry and drag her thumb across her throat.

"Ginny- get off of me- number four. Dean. He's got a boyfriend for a reason, he's doing something right."

Harry nodded slowly in agreement. So did Ginny, until Luna smacked her on the arm.

"Number five, Malfoy. He's pretty."

Harry nodded again, ignoring the incredulous look Draco was giving him. Pansy pretended to throw up at the thought before actually throwing up again.

"Also, he's kissed a lot of people, so he probably knows how to kiss."

"I do," Draco called, winking at Ron and laughing when the boy turned the same shade as his hair.

"Number six, Zacharias. He's not a bad kisser. I'd probably like to try again with less people."

Zacharias tilted his head thoughtfully. "I'll take it."

"Number seven is Seamus because he's asleep and that's weird. Number eight is Pansy, because she threw up for ten minutes and I'm scared of her. And number nine is Ginny because she's my sister and that's fucking disgusting."

"Lovely," Draco said slowly. "It's my turn. Harry, truth or dare?"

"Standing by my statement that truth is boring and further standing by my adamant choice to not use my bail, dare."

"Dare you to kiss every person- correction- I dare you to kiss every conscious person in this room on the lips once."

"Yourself included?" Harry winked at the blonde, who immediately flushed. 

"Every conscious person, Potter, and I haven't knocked myself out to get out of it yet."

"Aw, are you saying I'm a good kisser?" Harry teased. Draco flipped him off. "Fine. Rude." He turned to Dean, who nodded, and  gently cupped his face, giving him a soft, chaste kiss.

"Potter, I hope you're not that boring with everyone," Draco sighed.

"I change how I kiss based on who I'm kissing, Draco," Harry retorted, and pulled Zacharias in for a hard kiss, swiping his tongue lightly along the boy's bottom lip before pulling away. Zacharias turned a bright shade of red and attempted to close his mouth to no success. 

"You're up, blondie." Harry wiggled his eyebrows and draped himself over Draco's lap. "How d'ya like it?"

Draco flushed at the phrasing and glared at him. "You're disgusting."

"You dared me to do this, it's your fault." Harry got tired of waiting an threw his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him down into a kiss.

Yep, Draco was definitely the best kisser so far.

Draco halfheartedly shoved him off of his lap, and Harry made a dramatic noise of protest before casting a very harsh cleaning charm at Pansy's mouth.

"Ow! Fuck, what the fuck, Potter?"

"I'm not kissing you if you still have vomit in your mouth, Pansy. And I don't want to taste whatever was in that god-awful shot."

She squinted at him before sighing. "You are allowed a peck. Nothing more, loverboy, I'm too gay for that."

"I'm flattered," Harry replied dryly, kissing her quickly and turning to Hermione. "Darling, light of my life, bisexual of the year, myself excluded-"

"Just kiss me, idiot."

"Eager, are we?" Harry draped himself across her lap similarly to how he had with Draco. "So much enthusiasm! I can feel the sexual tension building-"

Hermione cut him off with a soft kiss and pulled away, cheeks pink.

"Your lips have no right being as soft ats they are," she grumbled. "You don't even use chapstick." Pansy gave her a dismayed look, and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I still want to fuck you six ways to Sunday, you're still at the top of my list."

Pansy beamed and Harry snorted before rolling off Hermione's lap and sitting up, facing Luna.

"Aha, I've been looking forward to this one," he said brightly. "Luna, you claim to be a good kisser, and I finally get to see if the rumors are true!"

"Harry, if you kiss her for more than one second, I will-"

Harry ignored Ginny as Luna clambered into his lap and cupped his face softly, pulling him in for a kiss.

Just to piss Ginny off a bit more, Harry lightly set his hands on Luna's hips and tugged her a little closer. She was already smiling into the kiss, hands moving from his face to his hair, and Harry decided if he ever wanted someone to play with his hair, it would probably be Luna, because her short nails lightly scratched his scalp just enough for it to not be painful. 

He pulled away, both of them already laughing, and Ginny barely allowed him time to lift Luna off his lap and put her back before she tackled him.

"I will kill youuuu!" she singsonged, aiming her wand at his face. "Prepare to die, Boy-Who-Lived!"

Harry snorted, yanking her wand out of her hand and throwing it to the side before kicking her legs and rolling them over so he was on top.

"Hola," he said cheerfully before kissing her quickly. "I'm afraid you're gonna bite me if I try more than that."

"I would have," she grumbled, relaxing her death grip on his shoulders and loosening her legs. Harry laughed softly, letting her go and sitting up.

"And now Ron gets his wish!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Oh, Ronniekins, you get the kiss you've been dying to have-"

"Shut up, Harry!"

"-this is momentous, this is incredible, this is- mmphf!"

Ron tackled him, much like his sister, but instead of giving him a lackluster attempt at murder, he pinned Harry's hands down and kissed him hard.

Ron isn't a bad kisser, Harry decided. Hermione and Lavender must have been good teachers. Then, after remembering how sloppy Lavender's kisses always seemed, he changed his mind. Hermione must have been a good teacher.

Ron pulled away, eyes wide. Harry grinned at him.

"Maybe Rita Skeeter's latest article is right, maybe we have had a weird sexual tension all these years," he teased.

"Shut up, Harry."

"Was I to your liking?" Harry was far from done teasing. Ron was blushing hard.

"I thought I told you to shut up."

"Oooo. I always knew you were a top," Harry replied, feeling breathless. He could feel Draco's eyes on him, and he wondered if the breathlessness was from the semi-familiar feeling of someone pinning him down, or the knowledge that Draco was watching him be pinned down. "Should have been clear when you pinned my wrists, I guess. Good for you, I'm a switch." That was Ron's only warning before Harry wrapped his legs around his waist and shoved, rolling them over so he could pin Ron's wrists. "Y'all enjoying the show?"

"Yeah," Hermione said, sounding a little breathless, and then there was the sound of a smack and an "Ow! Sorry Pansy, but look at them!"

Ron's eyes were still wide, and the blush was still growing. Harry laughed in soft delight.

"Oh, you're a switch too! Ha ha, maybe there's hope for us yet! I should write Rita."

Ron grumbled something like "I hate you," and threw his left leg diagonally across Harry's stomach, hooking his shoe around his side and kicking him to the side, sending him right back into Draco's lap.

"Wow, I really am getting around," Harry mumbled, dazed and still a little tipsy. Draco snorted. Ron clambered back to his seat. Harry remained in Draco's lap, leaning his head back against the boy's leg and closing his eyes. "Draco, you're always welcome to a threesome with Ron and me."

Zacharias and Dean burst into laughter. Ron made small sputtering noises.

"Ah, but how could I join when your redheaded boytoy won't even kiss me?" Draco asked in mock-distress.

"And that is where I come in!" Pansy cheered. "Ronald, truth or dare, lovely?"

"Truth. You scare me."

"Would you be willing to have a threesome with Harry and Draco?"

"Dare."

Soft laughter. "Kiss Draco. While Harry's still in his lap."

"Maybe we'll get that threesome yet," Harry mumbled, eyes still closed and lips turned in a smile. "This sounds like the opening to a porn."

"How many threesome porns have you watched, Potter?"

Harry opened one eye and grinned at Draco. "Do you really want to know that?"

Draco turned pink, and Harry noticed Ron moving to sit in front of the blonde, cheeks red.

"I can't believe I used my bail on something that would just come back to bite me. I thought we couldn't dare someone to do the same thing twice."

"First, that was never a rule," Pansy replied. "Second, the first time you were dared to kiss, it was Draco's dare. Not yours. So you're screwed either way."

"Hopefully in more ways than one," Harry said, and Hermione laughed. 

He opened both eyes just in time to see Draco lift one hand to delicately lift Ron's chin and pull him forward slightly into a kiss.

Dean whistled. "Damn, baby, get it!"

Ron flushed again, pulling back.

"I would like to reiterate that I am dead serious about a threesome," Harry said, his voice a little hoarse. He sat up as Ron returned to his seat, and Draco's arms instinctively wound around his waist, which immediately made Harry's heart race. "Where are Ginny and Luna?"

"You probably didn't notice," Hermione laughed, "but they left while you and Ron were making out."

"We weren't making out-" Ron protested while the rest of the group giggled. "I hate you all. Zacharias, wanna get away from all of these assholes?"

Zacharias stuttered for several seconds. "I-uh- yeah?"

"Great." Ron brightened visibly and stood, holding out a hand to Zacharias. "I feel up to testing my newfound bisexuality."

"You could have tested it with me!" Harry protested with a grin as Zacharias took Ron's hand and stood.

"I did," Ron replied with a grin. "Let me know about that threesome in the future, yeah?" Not waiting for an answer, he and Zacharias darted off.

"I'm actually gonna get my dream threesome," Harry said, dazed. Pansy giggled.

"I still haven't agreed-" Draco protested, but Harry cut him off.

"I'm actually gonna get my dream threesome."

"You can have your dream twosome right now," Pansy replied, taking Hermione's hand. "And I'm gonna go have mine. Toodles!"

Dean blinked. "As I think it would be a betrayal of my relationship to be here while you two have your... dream twosome, I'm gonna get Seamus back to the dorms. Have fun, kids. Call us for double dates." After looking down at Seamus for a moment, he shrugged and cast a Wingardium Leviosa, levitating his boyfriend out of the room.

"Well," Harry said with a grin. He, reluctantly, moved out of Draco's lap to sit criss-cross, facing him. Their knees were touching, and he did his best to not focus on that. "Truth or dare, Draco?"

"Truth."

"Why haven't you apologized to me?"

The smile slid off of Draco's face. "What?"

"You've apologized to everyone I know, except me. Why?"

Draco sighed and played with a loose thread on Harry's jeans while Harry tried not to freak out. "I dunno. It's just... I was the worst to you. I was horrible to you for seven years. I don't think I deserve your forgiveness, I don't get to ask that of you."

"But you already have it?" Draco frowned, confused. Harry pressed on. "You must know that."

Draco shook his head. "I didn't."

"Draco, I just agreed to a threesome with you, and kissed you twice. I don't do that with people I hate."

"But you were joking."

"I never joke about threesomes." Harry grinned at him shyly.

"I-what?"

"Your turn!" 

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Harry held his breath, praying he was right.

"Kiss me."