Make Me

AN:I know this goes off my routine, the thing is, my other computer's screen broke, so I can't use it until it's fixed. The problem is that I already did half of the next chapter of Ice and Fire and I can only complete it when I get it back. So until then, I'm writing one-shots and short stories on Google Docs on my other laptop (the one I'm using now) and will then transfer them all onto Word once I get my other laptop back, then I'll post them.
So basically I'm going to bombard you with a bunch of one-shots and short stories :)
Enjoy and PLEASE R&R!

Chapter 1 – Not The Best Idea

"Okay, I cave. I can't help but ask, which idiot decided this would be a good idea?" Hermione asked.

"That would be the very wise and very ancient Dumbledore." Harry replied.

"Well that explains it. I knew that old man would get off his rocker eventually, I think his time has come." Ron shook his head, no hint of irony in his actions at all.

"Why did he think this might help in the slightest?" Ginny questioned.

Harry sighed, he had to explain this to almost every Gryffindor he met, and now his friends. "Dumbledore is under the impression that this is going to promote House Unity. He's forcing the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws to do it too."

"What? That doesn't make any sense at all!" The brown-haired Muggle-born exclaimed.

"I know! All this is going to do is push us even further apart when those green-headed gits make us do really...Slytherin-y stuff." Ron remarked.

"No, I didn't mean that. Even though that is a fair point..."

"So what was your point then?" Ron folded his arms, he hated being outdone by Hermione.

"Well, I mean I can understand Dumbledore thinking the Gryffindors and Slytherins need a little help getting along, but the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are doing just fine! What's his problem with them?"

"That's what you're worried about?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You're wondering what that old crack-pot thinks of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw? What about us, Hermione? We're about to play the biggest game of Truth or Dare - of all things - Hogwarts has ever seen! I don't know about the rest of you guys, I'm thinking about what may have happened to me or what I may have seen by the time I leave that place! I'm probably going to mentally scarred for life!"

"Point." Harry pondered the possibilities of him leaving the seventh floor alive. "I'm about to enter a room half filled with people who want me dead, and the other half want to be me."

"Modest." Hermione rolled her eyes and came to an abrupt halt before a door.

"This is it." Trust Ron to state the obvious.

"Why is the door already here?" Ginny cocked her head to the side, trying to figure out if this was some kind of lame prank from the Slytherins.

"Dumbledore probably realised that the majority of students didn't even know about this place, I'm guessing he didn't want to reveal its secrets to everyone in Gryffindor and Slytherin...especially the Slytherins."

"Makes sense." Ron shrugged and pushed his way through the grand oak doors, Harry, Hermione and Ginny followed suit.

Two days ago, Dumbledore announced after the dinner feast that he had gone 'Muggle-wandering' again and found an illuminating game called Truth or Dare - every Muggle-born, some half-bloods and the Weasleys who paid attention to their father groaned, everyone else just stared at him blankly, not yet aware of the torture they were going to have to endure - and decided he wanted to 'try it out' on his students. His brilliant mind came up with the idea to make each rivaling house play against each other. The purebloods especially didn't know what the game entailed just yet, but they, like every other student in Hogwarts, instantly knew when he said 'rivaling houses' that Slytherin and Gryffindor would be participating in it, it wasn't until later that they realised that the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs would have to play too. It just so happened that Hermione, Ginny and a few other Gryffindor girls failed to attend that particular dinner and had a hard time believing a single word anyone in their house said about a game as ridiculous as Truth or Dare.

The four Gryffindors strolled through the doors and their eyes all widened simultaneously. Before them was the largest room any of them had ever seen, it was twice the size of the Great Hall and was in the shape of a perfect circle. Around one half of the room, every Slytherin in their year formed a rough semi-circle, and on the other side, the side closer to the door, every Gryffindor in their year were in a mildly more noticeable semi-circle. Harry guessed this wasn't because they were just naturally neater than the Slytherins, even though they probably were, but most of them must have foreseen the trouble it would cause when whatever Spinner they used landed on someone but they could easily blame it on someone else because they might be relatively close to where the Spinner points.

Dividing the two houses was a long rope, stretching from one end of the room to the other. There was also a rather large gap between the Slytherins and Gryffindors on each end of the semi-circle, they were constantly sending each other dirty looks, the Slytherin's, in Harry's opinion, looked a little more menacing.

Draco Malfoy and his croonies were near the middle of the Slytherin half of the circle, his head snapped up when the Harry and the others walked in.

"Well look at this, the Golden Trio; late? Now now, Potter, you must know better, punctuality is a must. Being on time for games is just as important as being on time for saving the world. Or are we not as important?"

"Golden Trio plus 1, Draco. Don't be rude." Blaise Zabini sniggered, sending Ginny sly glances.

Ron glared at them, Hermione folded her arms, Ginny looked away, embarrassed, and Harry just smiled.

"Oh, come on, Malfoy. Get your head out of your arse, we all know you're just jealous."

"Jealous? Of what, Scar-head?"

"Well, for one, some of us don't have fathers who are in Azkaban, some of us haven't 'fallen from grace' and some of us aren't stuck-up, arrogant, good-for-nothing Death Eaters-to be."

Draco's hands clenched and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. Harry just returned the favor with a smug, very Potter-like face. Hermione couldn't help but think that if the phrase 'if looks could kill' ever applied anywhere, this would be a perfect example. Draco was practically radiating heat.

"I'd rather have a Death Eater as a father than a dead father, I'd rather fall from grace than have the entire world think I'm a liar or retarded and I would definitely rather be a Death Eater than be you. The Boy Who Couldn't Die, The Chosen Idiot, what else they're going to come up for you, I don't know, but what everyone really knows, deep inside, is that you're nothing but Harry Plotter, the Boy Who Lies."

Most Gryffindors gasped, Ginny just looked alarmed, Draco's statement about him rather being a Death Eater scared her half to death. She never told anyone, but she's fancied the youngest Malfoy for years. Once however Hermione caught her gazing at the Slytherin Table, and in a split-second decision, Ginny figured she couldn't tell Hermione that she had a crush on one of her worst enemies, so she improvised on the spot. Thanks to that one lunch, Hermione was now under the impression that Ginny fancied Blaise Zabini and kept sending her sympathetic looks whenever he insulted her. The Littlelest Weasley actually didn't care about Blaise, except for when he embarrassed her in front of Draco.

"Shut it, Malfoy. You still have no idea what we're doing here, but I can assure you, I won't let it be pleasant. I'll be damned to hell if you're not even slightly scarred by the time we leave." Ron smirked, it looked slightly odd on him. But when people considered his words and the body he's been working on for a while, they decided he seemed more intimidating than anything else.

Hermione almost burst out laughing when she caught sight of Malfoy's face, he actually looked scared, it was a wondrous sight, she knew she wouldn't forget it for a while.

The four of them wedged themselves between Neville and Parvati, much to their annoyance, they apparently didn't want to be separated.

"Wait a minute." Ginny looked around warily.

"What is it?" Harry asked, concerned.

"Why is no one is my year here? Am I not supposed to be here?" She suddenly felt very self-conscious being the youngest person there.

"Hm, now that you mention it, I don't remember Dumbledore saying anything about the year groups allowed in this thing, did he say anything, Harry?" Ron pondered.

"It doesn't matter, no one cares. Let's just live through this, you'll be fine." Harry brushed it off.

The noise level in the room slowly rose until people had to literally shout to the person next to them.

"That's enough." An authorial voice boomed from a dark corner, and silence fell upon the students.

Every head shot around to the back of the room as Dumbledore emerged from the shadows, no one has realised that he was lurking there.

"Thank you," he said politely. "Now, let's get started. Some of you still aren't quite aware just yet of what you're doing here," Ron could've sworn the old Headmaster looked pointedly at the Slytherins. "But that's going to change soon. So, this," He held up a bottle. "is just a regular Muggle bottle, it has no enchantments on it, it's completely magic free."

Ron stole a few glances at the disgusted faces of the pathetic pure-bloods opposite him and resisted a chuckle, they were so...infantile.

"What happens is this bottle is placed directly in the centre of this circle and someone spins it, now the top end of this bottle is going to point at a Slytherin or a Gryffindor while the other end, the blunt side," he added in for the confused looking faces, "points at someone in the other house. Whoever the pointed end chooses gets to decide which option they'd rather go with, Truth or Dare. If the person were to choose Truth, the person on the opposite side gets to ask that person any question and the other has to answer the question truthfully. However if said person were to choose Dare as their option, the other student can literally make their opponent do anything they please, and the other would have to oblige."

When it was obvious he had finished his explanation, a dozen hands shot up, mostly from the Slytherins.

"Sir! What's stopping the person from not telling the truth?" Theodore Nott asked, clearly distressed about the situation.

"Well, that would be the only magical factor I've added to this game, there is an enchantment on this room that I've just added while I was watching you kids squabble, if someone is asked a Truth question, they have to answer with nothing but the truth. No matter how hard they tried, they wouldn't be able to lie."

Now half the room looked more panicked than Hermione had ever seen them, but she had expected as much, Dumbledore wouldn't let something as simplistic as lies get in between something like this. She, however, had nothing to worry about, she didn't have any major secrets she would want hidden. She was already dating Ron and she loved him with all her heart, she could never want anything more.

"But wait, can't we just not play? Can we not just exclude ourselves from this game?" Millicent Bulstrode questioned, her face was one among the more frightened looking pupils.

"Oh, did I forget to mention? It is mandatory for everyone to participate. This is a game, after all. There will always be a reward for the winners." Dumbledore smiled, that infuriating twinkle glinting in his eye.

Every face turned from scared to intrigued.

"The first house to have a single member resign from the game loses 100 points, and the winning house gains 150 points. So really, it all comes down to your dedication to your house, of course there's the trauma you'll have to endure if you're the person who makes your house lose. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to be the reason my house lost."

Everyone suddenly reverted back to anxious. Fearful whispers floated around that room.

"Is there anything else?" The Head master looked around the room with a sweep of his eyes, no one raised their hand so he started walking forward.

Dumbledore placed the bottle in the centre of the circle and backed away. "Just to tell you, I have alerted all of the teachers about this situation. So if, due to a dare, any student should start behaving...out of the ordinary, they have been told to just humor you. You won't get into any trouble, unless it's something really drastic, or if you're in the presence of a particularly misunderstanding teacher. And there shall be consequences for those of you who just pretend to be under a dare as an excuse to annoy your professors. Now, on that happy note, I'll be off."

He caught sight of the suspicious looks on the student's faces and chuckled.

"I'm actually leaving this time." He vanished into thin air.

The silence hung for a while, then Daphne Greengrass broke it.

"So who's gonna take the first spin?" Everyone looked at her, she shied away further into the wall.

"How about...Potter?" Draco suggested.

"Get over yourself, Malfoy." Hermione snapped.

"No, seriously. Why can't the person who's supposed to save the world spin a bottle?"

Ron was about to protest when Harry cut him off.

"You know what? Screw you, Malfoy." He crawled forwards and reached out to the bottle. He spun it with all his might and hurried back to his spot.

Everyone in the room leaned forward, excited to see who the first two poor people were going to have to endure this torture.

The bottle slowed and every one's breath hitched, the top end landed on...Lavender Brown. The other side pointed at...Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh this is rich!" Pansy cackled.

"Crap." Lavender whispered, "why me?!"

"So, go on, Brown, Truth or Dare?"

Lavender hesitated, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Dare."

"Are you sure?" Pansy said in a thick mocking tone.

"Just get on with it!" Lavender cried.

"Fine, fine. Hmm, let's see...I dare you to...kiss Weasley."

"WHAT?!" Hermione, Ron and Lavender all screamed.

"No thanks, Parkinson." Lavender sneered, her face going cold and frigid.

"What? You're backing out on the first spin? You're really going to do that to your house? You're going to give us the satisfaction? Come on, Brown."

Lavender took in a deep breath. "Fine."

"I don't think so." Ron said, backing away from her, falling into Hermione.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Ron. Would you rather Gryffindor lost 100 points and they," she pointed an accusing finger at Pansy, "gained 150?"

"But-" Ron argued.

"It's okay, Ron. Go ahead. Just make it quick." Hermione encouraged, she pushed him towards Lavender.

"Are you sure?" He looked at her as if she had a contagious disease.

"I guess, for Gryffindor." She shrugged and edged away.

"Blimey." Ron and Lavender got up and walked to the centre of the circle, next to the accursed bottle.

Lavender closed her eyes and leaned forward, her lips puckering. Ron grimaced jerked his head forward, almost pushing her head back. Their 'kiss' didn't last anymore than a second, Ron pulled back almost immediately after their mouths met. He felt her pink lip gloss smeared across his lips and wiped his face with the back of his sleeve. He didn't waste a second in returning back to his seat and wrapping his arms around Hermione.

Lavender just stood there, in the middle of the circle looking like she'd been slapped. The poor girl probably thought that with that kiss, all Ron's old 'feelings' would come bubbling up and he would dump Hermione and start begging for Lavender to take him back, so much for that. She sniffed and walked back to her place, she slumped down and Parvati immediately put her arm around her supportively.

"Next one." Pansy chirped, she spun the bottle.

The sense of anticipation returned to the room. This time the top end landed on Tracey Davis and Seamus had the honours of being a questioner or darer.

"So, what's it going to be? Truth or Dare? Pick wisely." Seamus smiled evilly.

"Shut it, Finnigan, I'm thinking. Umm, I'm gonna go with...truth."

He laughed out loud. "Well then, if there's one person you could kill, and not feel guilty about it, not that you would anyway, who would it be?"

Tracey glared at him. "What's the range? In this room, our year, or the entire school?"

Seamus thought it over for a while. "Let's go with our year, just to be simple about it."

She sighed. "Guess I have to say the truth," she turned around to face her fellow Slytherins. "Sorry, Milly, it's gonna have to be you."

"What?!" Millicent yelled.

"I'm sorry, you bugged me since the day I first met you, and you try to go for guys way out of your league." Tracey looked back at Draco who had the most appalled expression on his face.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Bulstrode sent her a death glare, silently swearing to pay her back for this.

Davis simply shrugged. "I couldn't lie."

"Okay! That's done!" Seamus crawled forwards and spun the bottle.

Parvati Patil...Daphne Greengras...truth...have you ever regretted being in Gryffindor?...yes...

Vincent Crabbe...Neville Longbottom...dare...I dare you to flirt with Professor Snape the next time you have Defence Against the Dark Arts...dammit...

Neville, with much effort, spun the bottle without it spinning way off centre. The cap end faced Theodore Nott, the other side pointed at Dean Thomas.

"Brilliant, okay then, Nott. If you could date one girl in Gryffindor, who would it be?"

"That's disgusting, Thomas. He'd rather pitch himself off the Astronomy Tower than even consider anyone in your pathetic excuse for a house."

"Shut your trap, Malfoy. This question was for him, not you." Dean looked back at Theodore who looked more frazzled than anyone had ever seen him.

"Umm, well, I guess I'd have to go with...see the thing is...I'm smart, I don't show it, but I am," snorts flew around the room. "It's true, the thing is...I'd need someone who could...keep up with me. So I'd date" Harry looked suspiciously between Theodore and Hermione, his eyes wide and disbelieving. "Ehm, so...I would say, if I absolutely had to go out with someone in would be..." He mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Dean enquired.

"Granger." Nott whispered.

"...What? Did you just say...Granger?" Draco asked.

"Damn it." Hermione grumbled as she looked worriedly at Ron, whose face was contorted into an ugly expression of hate, jealousy and anger.

"Only if I had to, I had to say something." Theodore huddled his knees to his chest, clearly uncomfortable with all the accusing glares from his house and all the confused and disbelieving ones from Gryffindor.

Dean just looked at him as if he had thrown off his pants in the middle of the circle and then started acting like a monkey.

"Well, that takes care of that." Thomas reached forward and spun the bottle, avoiding eye contact with Nott who was eyeing him as if he was trying to will him dead in that very second.

"You little bastard." Nott muttered.

Dean shrugged as the bottle spun. Ginny's breath hitched as it landed on her, the blunt end landed on Goyle.

"Brilliant." She growled.

"Eh...truth or dare?" He grunted.

The red-head sighed. "Dare."

Ooh's were passed around the room, some sniggers from the 'Green' side.

Goyle looked to Draco who whispered something in his ear. Everyone tried listening in, but it was doubted if anyone actually heard what he said.

"Are you sure?" Goyle asked him, Malfoy shrugged.

"Why the hell not?"

"Okay..." Goyle looked back up lazily at Ginny who seemed fearful if anything.

"So the dare is to kiss a guy in Slytherin...I'm trying to decide who..." Ginny's eyes widened as Goyle scanned the room with his beady eyes.

"Malfoy." He said with a sense of finality.

"What about me?" Draco looked at him warily.

"Yes, what about Malfoy?" Ron looked even worse than when Nott confessed he fancied Hermione.

"He's the Slytherin. Who else than the person who's had the most experience with kissing?"

"You. Want. Me. To. Kiss. Malfoy?" the Littlelest Weasley's face was bright red and getting more tomato-looking every second, everyone obviously just guessed it was because she was debating how best to avoid such a horrible situation.

"Well, yeah." Goyle looked around the room at all the disgusted faces pointing straight at him. "What?"

"And you think I'm going to let a Weasley slobber all over me?" Draco look incredulous more than anything.

"Yeah, you have to."

Draco crossed his arms. "Make me." He said stubbornly.

"Oh, you shut up! I'm the one who has to do it! You just have to sit there."

"Please, stop reminding me. Seriously, Goyle, you will have to force me. I will not let this happen."

Ginny was hurt to say the least, but she sort of expected this, after all, she is a Weasley, and he is a Malfoy.

"I don't have to force you, remember what Dumbledore said? You have to 'oblige' to everything, letting someone else do a dare counts." Goyle shrugged as one of his best 'friends' stared at him like he'd gone mad.

"This is not fun." Draco muttered and he closed his eyes and massaged his temples. Ginny looked at him apprehensively, wondering if she actually would have to force a kiss onto him.

"Fine, let's get this over with." the Blonde Malfoy stood up and sauntered to the middle of the circle.

Ginny marveled at the grace with which he walked, he movements were so fluid and flawless, it was then that it really hit her, she was about to kiss Draco Malfoy. She got up herself and walked to Malfoy.

He glared at her, daring her to move one step further. "Don't make me regret letting you do this, Weasley."

"I'll try." She sneered back.

Malfoy closed his eyes but didn't make any attempt to lean forward, Ginny sighed and tilted her head up. Slowly, too slowly, their lips met.

Their mouths finally connected, and for a few seconds they were still, then Draco's mouth started opening.

Catcalls shot around the room, but they slowly died down when they realized that Draco wasn't letting go of her.