Warning, this is where it gets kinda smutty.

Sitting in a circle, Pansy had goaded the group into a game of Truth or Dare. Hermione had argued that they were too old for this, but Blaise had claimed that you're never too old for truth or dare.

I'm the end with Pansy's whining, Hermione had given in as long as she got a couple chances to chicken out of her dares. Beaming, Pansy pulled veritaserum out of her bag. "You planned this didn't you?" Draco questioned with his lips quirked.

"Definitely," Pansy cheerily replied. Draco's head fell into his hands with a sigh. Pansy planning something was never good. "I'll start. Seamus, Truth or Dare?"

Seamus audibly swallowed. "Umm, Truth?" Playing it safe with Pansy seemed to be a good idea with how she was smiling at him.

"Who was the last person you got intimate with?"

Now Seamus was glaring at her. Dean piped up before Seamus could answer, "''twas moi. I am the last person. Unless you managed to be intimate with someone else in the last half hour." Then Dean sent a suspicious look at Seamus. "It was me right?"

Seamus had hidden his face in his hands. He nodded swiftly before sitting up straight, and saying, "Alright if we're going to be like that, Zabini, Truth or Dare?"

Blaise Zabini was used to these Truth or Dare games. He was friends with Pansy after all. Seamus couldn't come near all the crazy stuff they'd done in the Slytherin dorm rooms. "Dare."

"I dare you to hold hands with the person you'd want to date most out of all the people in this room. For the rest of the night."

For a moment, Blaise put his hands together and smiled cheekily at Seamus. Although he did take the hint when Seamus continued to glare at him. Getting up, Blaise walked over and found a seat beside Ron. Seamus looked proud of himself. Blaise was blushing bright red as he grabbed Ron's hand. Ron was spluttering in confusion. Blaise didn't give Ron the chance to talk. "Draco, Truth or Dare?"

Earlier he had promised Pansy that he would pick Dare no matter what. With Blaise pissed off, and waiting for a response, Draco was regretting his decision."Dare."

"I dare you to let Potter lick peanut butter off your cheek."

There was a loud snort from Dean, "which kind?"

"Whichever Draco chooses," Blaise replied. Quickly a jar of peanut butter popped up with a spoon. Using the bottom of the spoon, Blaise accumulated quite a bit. Then moved towards Draco who sighed and pointed at his face.

"Wait, I don't get a say in this?" Harry asked. His eyes were wide, and he was looking from person to person.

Blaise gave him an annoyed look. "Are you allergic to peanut butter?"

"Well no, but-"

Blaise interrupted Harry, "Then no, you don't get a say."

The peanut butter was on Draco's face already, and Draco moved towards Harry. Slowly Draco lowered himself to where Harry was sitting. To balance himself, Draco placed his hands on Harry's thighs. Harry froze up for a moment until Draco said, "Scared Potter?"

Those words had an effect on Harry some reason. Leaning forward he tentatively licked Draco's cheek. Then he realized Draco wasn't protesting, and he became more active in cleaning off his cheek. Changing the rhythm, and the pressure he used.

When Draco moaned quietly, Harry was shocked. Was he really that affected by this? Looking down to Draco's right denim jeans, he realized that yes, he was very affected. So he got the rest of the peanut butter off, and exclaimed that he was done.

Harry had expected Draco to move back to his own spot. When Draco climbed behind him, and sat with him on the same chair, Harry was shocked. He let it happen because he figured Draco was trying to hide how hard he was.

The feeling of Draco holding him, and the bulge pushing into him distracted him completely from the game. Why did Draco affect him this way?

A couple turns passed by, and every time Draco shifted Harry was majorly aware. A shift from Draco's hips made Harry almost miss his name being called by Pansy. "Truth or Dare?"

Once again Pansy was smirking. Maybe he should play it safe? "Tru-" he began to say, but then Pansy's smirk grew. "Wait, Dare!" Pansy seemed pleased at this. Had he made the wrong decision?

"I dare you to make Draco come." He had definitely made the wrong decision.

Looking back, he found Draco bright red, and watching something out the window. He'd obviously heard the dare if the nervous look was anything to go by.

Pushing his hips backwards, he heard Draco make a breathy gasp. Harry wanted to hear more noises like that. Slipping his arm behind his back, he found the bulge behind him and started rubbing softly. Out of the corner of Harry's eye, he saw Draco grab the chair tightly.

"This alright?" Harry tentatively asked.

Draco's voice was deep, and husky, "More then alright." So Harry continued.

In fact, Harry went faster, and added a bit more pressure. Draco's head fell onto Harry's shoulder, and Draco stifled a groan. Soon Draco was bucking into Harry's hand. Moaning into Harry's ear seemed to encourage Harry, and made him go faster. Draco muttered, "shït," into Harry's ear, tensed, and relaxed onto Harry.

"Someone else can take my turn," Harry said quietly. Then he raced out.

Draco quickly muttered a cleaning spell before following after trying to catch him. By the time Draco made it to the hallway, Harry was gone.

Sighing loudly, Draco leaned his head, and his forearms onto the wall.

Little did he know Harry was watching from underneath his cloak, and he was sporting a bulge of his own.