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Hermione knows that the wizard's version of truth or dare can be very different, but this is not what she thought would happen.
The veritaserum compels you to speak the truth or do the dare, there was no way around it.
Sitting on the floor in the 8th year common room, drunk off firewhiskey laced with the clear liquid, with her friends talking about their conquests in bed, she was lost.
She's a virgin for Merlin's sake. She did not have time for thinking about boys and sex when she was busy on the run, trying to save the world.
Draco Malfoy, the prat who had roped her into the game by taunting her that she is a coward is smirking at her from across the room.
HOW DARE HE.
Hermione Granger, One part of the Golden Trio, A War Heroine... A Coward?!
All Hermione wants to do is get that fucking condescending smile off his face.
Lost in thought of exactly how to slap or kiss that smirk off his face, she realises someone is shaking her shoulder.
"What, Pansy?"
"Come on Granger, answer the question!"
"What? What question?"
"What the hell! Where is your head! Are you drunk already..."
"N- Yes... "
"The question was, 'Who do you want to bed amongst all of us', Granger?" Draco Malfoy, evil incarnate tells her.
Oh No No.. Hermione does not want to answer this..
"Uhh. Umm... N-- Malfoy..." The veritaserum makes her spit it out.
Fuck.. She does not want to do this.
Why! Just why among all the good guys does she want Draco!
Everyone is hollering around them, screaming and shouting things like 'Finally' and 'Yes'.
She doesn't understand why!
She sneaks a glance at Draco and notices his face is tinted pink across the cheeks with a shy smile.