A/N- There were a great many 'bet' fics circulating recently and I just couldn't resist giving it my own twist. I kept it offline because I didn't know if I should flesh it out or not but I ultimately decided that it could hop into the dramione oneshots collection and serve as just a fun little piece for people to enjoy.
Post-War, 8th years at Hogwarts, basically canon except for Hermione and Ron not being a couple obviously and anything else I've altered.
Hermione Granger was in the Gryffindor common room at a Gryffindor party. Ginny had declared they would play truth or dare and Hermione currently was waiting for Harry and Ron to work out their dare. She'd embarrassed them by daring Ron to kiss Harry and she was sure they were trying to come up with some twisted plot to utterly embarrass her. But frankly, Hermione didn't think either boy could come up with something to actually embarrass her. Especially when you considered that despite her always pulling their arses out of the fire, they acted like she was a frail little girl easily hurt and needing to be protected.
"Come on you two," Hermione said. "I'd like to finish this game before we graduate."
There were some snickers from the gathered Gryffindors at that. Ron scowled at her and Harry frowned, "Fine. I dare you to snog Draco Malfoy for half an hour. And you have to prove it in front of the whole school with a memory projection spell."
Hermione was impressed they even knew that spell existed. She sighed, "Fine. I'll get right on that."
"A full half an hour," Harry reminded her as she stood and walked to the portrait hole. When she exited he grinned, "Malfoy's going to humiliate her publicly and the whole school will have to watch Hermione beg him to snog her like she's desperate. This is the perfect revenge." Ginny Weasley gazed at Harry, personally having her doubts about this plan. Draco Malfoy was the hottest boy in school. Snogging him was hardly a chore. But she didn't say anything. Harry and Ron were very happily patting themselves on the back over their 'brilliant' plan. Ginny just hoped Malfoy wasn't a massive git to Hermione over this dare. If he was smart, he'd easily see the appeal in snogging the beautiful muggleborn witch.
Hermione entered the Slytherin common room and the entire room went silent. "What are you doing here Granger?" Theo Nott asked.
"I need to talk to Malfoy," she answered, gazing at the so-called prince of Slytherin as she spoke. "Privately," she added as she looked him in the eye.
The blonde stared at her, a bored expression on his face, "Fine. We can talk in my dorm." He stood up, "This way then Granger."
Inside his dorm room he lay back on his bed and smirked, "So what brings you to the greatest house of Hogwarts?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at his arrogance, "You."
"Me?" He tilted his head, "Why would you come here for me?"
"In Gryffindor we've been playing truth or dare lately and I chose dare."
"And this dare involves me?" Draco's eyebrows raised, "Interesting. What's the dare?"
"To get you to snog me for half an hour," she answered. "They want it projected in the Great Hall during mealtime. To prove I did it."
Draco knew what Potter was trying to do. But he was curious what caused it and why Potter was so hostile toward her, "And what, pray tell, did you do to deserve this punishment?"
Hermione licked her lips and smiled proudly, "I dared Ron to kiss Harry in front of all of Gryffindor."
Draco burst into laughter. That was so evil on her part. Delightfully evil. "I wish I could have seen that."
"It was very amusing," she admitted with a smirk.
Draco Malfoy sat up, "What happens if I say no?"
"I lose my money in the pool," she admitted.
"Gryffindor has a money pool?" He asked. Hermione nodded. Realizing she wasn't going to offer up details he asked, "How much did you stake?"
"Fifty galleons," she answered. "I wanted to use it to take a vacation after we graduate."
"How much do you have in the pool currently?" He asked.
"Six hundred and sixty-three galleons, eleven sickles and twenty-two knuts," she answered.
"That's a decent enough holiday, I suppose," Draco mused. "Going alone?"
Hermione sat down on the edge of his bed, "I was actually hoping to take my boyfriend," she said quietly.
Draco moved over the bed to her, "Why didn't you tell me about this vacation you want to take? I'm filthy rich, love. I can take you anywhere you want."
"I don't want to be the witch who relies on her rich boyfriend for everything," Hermione admitted even quieter, embarrassed. Her parents were well off, but Draco's were disgustingly wealthy. As mortified as she was to admit it, she felt intimidated by his wealth. Since they became a couple, he'd been buying her things and she certainly appreciated the gifts but she felt a little insecure about how little money meant to Draco. If he came across something he thought she'd like, he'd buy it for her. End of story. "I know it wouldn't be super extravagant like you're used to, but it's something I could give you," she added.
"Hermione, love," he lifted her head to look him in the eye, "listen to me. You. Are. Priceless. I know you don't see it, but you really are. I'm not worthy of you and I know that. I have money but that is all I have. I was a bastard to you for six years. I don't deserve you. If anything, I'm the one who should be over-indulgent."
"Draco you already apologized," she argued. "I told you I forgave you. Our hostile relationship was hardly one-sided. I gave as good as I got. Usually better," she added as an afterthought. Hermione leaned up and kissed him, "Draco, I don't want you buying me things just because you feel guilty and are trying to make up for it."
"I promise you that I won't. But I don't want you feeling like you contribute nothing to this relationship," he said, "because without you I'd be miserable. You changed me from this sniveling, whiny, selfish bastard into someone who puts another person ahead of himself. You've made me a better man just by falling in love with you," he kissed her. Hermione immediately deepened the kiss and he fell back onto the bed, groaning as her tongue met his.
"I love you," she whispered when they parted for air. "And that was quite the statement."
"It's true," he assured her, "Now, how about we make Potter and Weasley look stupid?"
Hermione gazed into his eyes. "That would mean coming clean about us. We'd be open," she pointed out.
"I'm not ashamed of you," he said. "If anything, you're the one who should be ashamed of me."
She cupped his cheek and leaned up to kiss him, "I'm not ashamed of you either, handsome."
"So we blow their plan up in their face?"
Hermione gave him an innocent look, "Why Draco, what do you have in mind?"
They went up to the Room of Requirement and created the appropriate surroundings. A fireplace, a sofa for them to sit on, and an hourglass. There was also a massive bed. Hermione smiled. She and Draco had certainly had sex in some very interesting places, but a bed was a rarity because they'd been keeping their relationship a secret. "That is a very big bed," she observed.
"I like to be prepared," he smirked. Draco sat down on the sofa and gazed at her, "Come on then Granger. Let's get this over with."
"So charming," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm doing you the favor," he reminded her. Hermione didn't dispute that. She walked over and straddled him, "Well I like this."
"I prefer you quiet," she observed.
"Then shut me up," he smirked. She leaned in to kiss him and out of the corner of her eye she saw the hourglass begin the countdown as their lips connected. It worked. Good.
As soon as the kiss began, the secret couple felt the familiar heat between them growing. Draco's hands moved to her thighs and he leaned back into the sofa as Hermione pressed her hips into his. One of her hands was in his hair and the other clutched his shirt tightly as her tongue met his. Draco groaned and Hermione settled on his lap and her hips bucked a few times at the contact made with his already growing erection, "Draco," she moaned, her head falling back.
He kissed his way down her neck and got all the way down to the hollow of her throat. He wanted to go further but knew he couldn't. Even if Hermione looked gorgeous naked. He nibbled on her neck and Hermione moaned loudly before she pulled his head back to hers and kissed him again, her hips grinding into Draco's quite pronounced erection and making her gasp at the contact. You would think that, being a couple, they could manage to snog for half an hour but all either of them wanted to do was rip the other's clothes off and fuck one another into oblivion. "Fuck," he cursed, lying her down on the sofa, "Hermione I can't…"
"I know," she murmured, "me too." Taking that as permission to ignore the stupid bet's rules, his lips returned to hers and his hands slipped under her shirt. Hermione unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease and soon Draco's shirt was on the floor while Hermione's hands explored her lover's body. Hermione moaned as he pulled away but as soon as he pulled back she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side, "Get back here," she commanded. Draco happily obeyed. She was his. He was hers. And Potter would pay for trying to embarrass his witch.
The next morning Hermione entered the Great Hall curious how the morning would go. "You got in late," Harry said as she sat down. Usually Hermione was up first, but today he really wanted to see her embarrassed in front of the whole school. "Take a long time?"
"I couldn't find my bra," she answered with a shrug, "and Draco's belt we are fairly certain vanished into thin air."
Harry stared at her, eyes wide, before he laughed, "Oh that's rich Hermione. You almost got me there."
Any guilt over what she was about to do vanished in an instant. For that reaction, Harry would be getting what he deserved. Ron folded his arms, "Well come on then Hermione. Time to show us what happened."
Hermione sighed and stood up, "Malfoy I hope you're ready for this," she said loudly. Draco's eyes met hers and he smirked. He was ready. Harry and Ron eagerly looked up at the ceiling. What they saw had them both turning bright red. It was Hermione's memory of Harry and Ron kissing for their dare.
Malfoy's laughter was heard loudly in the stunned Great Hall. "Oops," Hermione blushed, "Wrong memory," she said to her friends. "I just saw you two sitting together and that popped into my head." Harry and Ron scooted apart. Hermione took a deep breath, "Here's the memory you want."
The image on the ceiling was of Hermione and Draco sitting on the sofa together, their clothes very disheveled and already looking very thoroughly snogged and shagged:
"Okay this time no clothes come off," Hermione scolded him.
"I can't promise that," Draco said. "You're stunning nude."
Hermione sighed, "Be that as it may, do you want all of Hogwarts seeing me nude?" He growled at the thought and she smiled, "So that means you have to behave yourself."
"I can do that," he promised.
"I doubt that but you do tend to surprise me," she teased, shifting to sit in his lap and run her fingers through his hair, "Hands above my clothing."
"But your skin feels so good," he pouted.
"Well you won't be feeling good if you show off my body to the whole bloody school," she informed him.
Draco growled, "I don't share." Hermione smiled and moaned as their lips met for a very, very hot kiss.
"Bloody hell," Ron gasped.
"Felt more like heaven to me," Draco Malfoy said, having walked over to the Gryffindor table as the memory began to play.
Hermione smiled and turned to kiss him, "Sleep well?"
"I always do when I'm with you," he answered, his arms slipping around her waist. "Although I'm starving. Join me for breakfast gorgeous?"
"Happily," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "lead on then, love."
"This way," he led her away from the Gryffindor table to the Slytherin one. That had been a rather enjoyable way to expose their relationship, actually. They'd shocked the entire hall into silence. And looking at the gaping Potter and Weasley was especially satisfactory. Draco looked forward to no longer hiding their relationship. It was so much better, eating breakfast with his girlfriend.