This was it. He wasn't going to play one more game with them. He didn't need his stupid friends, or their stupid parties. Why did they have them anyway? Every single time, they would open the Room of Requirement, break out the butterbeer, and invite what seemed like everyone from their year to play ridiculous party games. First it would be a rousing round of quidditch over everyone's heads; then, after someone enchanted the beverages, the same game of quidditch minus everything but the bludgers; and somewhere after everyone was good and intoxicated, truth or dare.

And every single time, he was dared to kiss Malfoy.

Harry sat on a rather comfy red armchair nestled in between a few overstuffed cushions, watching the wild party before him. Hermione was talking to a Ravenclaw boy who Harry hadn't directly met before, but had noticed the two talking at last month's festivities. Smirking as he thought of how jealous Ron would be, he shifted his gaze over to his red-haired friend, who was currently showing off his new flying techniques by hanging upside down from his broom-handle. He was clearly drunk off his broomstick, in the literal sense, as he suddenly fell to the ground with a crash. Laughing heartily, he stood up and swung an arm around Neville Longbottom, then whirled around as he heard the voice of Hermione giggling gleefully at a joke the Ravenclaw had told her. Ron clenched his fist in fury and hurriedly made a beeline for her, shoving several other students aside.

Harry rolled his eyes and gazed down at his goblet as he sipped his butterbeer; the warm feeling it usually gave him a bit more amplified than normal. He set the goblet down and stretched, continuing to watch his classmates. He hadn't seen Malfoy all night, much to his satisfaction. That meant no unwanted kissing would be happening that night, he thought, then shook his head as he remembered Malfoy wasn't the only one he didn't want to kiss. There was always Crabbe and Goyle, or Cho Chang for that matter. Now that was a can of worms he didn't want to open again. He wouldn't mind kissing Blaise Zambini, though, he pondered as he absentmindedly sipped his butterbeer again. Almost spitting out his drink as he realized what he was thinking, he shrugged it off as having a bit too much to drink.

"Oy, Harry!" yelled Ron, as he came running towards him, Hermione in arm. "Guess what? We're gonna play Truth or--"

"Dare." Harry finished for him, sighing at his predictability.

"Yeah, how did you know?" the red-head asked as he raised his eyebrows. "So, you in?"

"Nope." replied Harry, shaking his head slightly, then yelped a bit in surprise as his friend hoisted him up by the elbow, letting go of Hermione.

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? C'mon, we're all sitting over here," Ron proceeded to drag Harry out of the chair, and back through the crowd, their bushy-haired friend lost once more in the sea of students. He pulled Harry past the snack tables and kegs, and into the opposite corner of the room, where twenty or so others were sitting in a circle, all from different classes. Harry immediately spotted Dean Thomas and waved, but shifted to a glare when he saw Ginny curled up next to him.

He plopped down on a violet cushion, between a Hufflepuff boy and a lanky Slytherin girl, the latter of which who was making eyes at someone across the circle. Harry stifled a laugh as he followed her gaze, landing of course on no other than Draco Malfoy. Harry jumped back a bit and started to stand up, when someone caught his arm from behind.

"Blimey, Harry! Runnin' off right now?" Ron said, his words slightly slurred. "We're just about to start. Oy, Hannah!" he called to a blond girl with pigtails who was sitting a few people away. "I dare you to start the game!" he said and laughed as if it were the funniest joke on earth, then tottered back to his cushion.

The blond girl blushed, and said in a rather soft voice, "Oh, alright," and she scanned the room, her eyes stopping on one of the Patil twins. "Parvati--sorry, er--Padma! Truth or dare?"

"Truth!" Padma called back, turning away from the boy she was conversing with. Hannah wrinkled her brow, then smiled as she thought of a good question to ask.

"Have you ever fancied one of the teachers?" inquired Hannah, obviously pleased with herself. "And if so, who?"

Padma's cheeks turned scarlet as she shook her head vigorously. "Ew, no!" she exclaimed, but Harry could tell she was obviously lying as a simultaneous "Ooh!" went around the circle. Hannah seemed disappointed, but shrugged and sat back on her cushion.

"Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?" demanded Padma as she thrust her finger at a girl three people down. Harry began to let his mind drift as several students began to blurt out embarrassing secrets, and perform stupid and amazing tasks in the center of the circle. His gaze wandered over to the girl next to him, and he noticed she was still eye-humping his nemesis. Ha, like she'd ever have a chance with him. Malfoy was far too good looking for her, and he bet she wouldn't even dare go up--

"Truth or dare, you brainless git!" Harry's thoughts were interrupted as Ron bellowed at him, obviously a bit annoyed.

"Oh, dare." Harry responded automatically, his last thought still swimming in his mind. He quickly realized what he had said, and sat up rigidly. "Er, I mean truth." he corrected, sighing in relief.

"Nope, sorry Harry. You said 'dare'!" the readhead shook his finger and laughed, then brought it to his chin as he looked around the room. "We might as well keep tradition," He grinned in amusement as he pointed at Harry, looking far more wasted than he had five minutes ago. "I dare you to plant one on Malfoy."

Even though he had been expecting it, maybe even looking a little forward to it, Harry coughed loudly with surprise as the whole room got quiet.

"Better not give me your cold, Potter!" the blond Slytherin jeered from across the circle, as he blew a sinister kiss to Harry. The room roared with laughter and people began making cat-calls and whistle at him; the Hufflepuff boy next to him even going as far as to smack his rear end as he stood.

Fine, thought Harry as he glared at his best friend. If it was a kiss they wanted, it was a kiss they were going to get. He took a step towards the opposite side of the circle, feeling rather light in his shoes as he focused his gaze on his Slytherin rival. Malfoy continued to make provocative faces at him as he slowly continued forward. Everyone's voices seemed oddly muted as he got closer and closer to Malfoy, until finally, he was looking down at him. He bent down, bracing himself on one knee, then reached one hand out and brushed it gently under the blond's chin. Malfoy seemed frozen on the spot, and his icy gray eyes locked with Harry's.

Harry could feel the other boy's breath on his cheek as he brought his face closer and closer. He was determined to break his nemesis, as his piercing gaze devoured Malfoy's bewilderment. Grinning evily, he closed the gap between them and claimed the Slytherin's lips.

After holding them there for what seemed like an inappropriate amount of time for a dare, Harry heard all the noise in the entire room fall silent. Malfoy relaxed his muscles as he awoke back into reality, then slowly reached his arm around to the back of Harry's head. Harry braced himself slightly as he expected a violent smack, but was instead pulled harder into the kiss by his rival. Harry felt a moan escape his throat as the blond began to passionately return the kiss, running his fingers through his eternally messy hair.

Excited and confused, Harry felt a rush of adrenaline flood his veins. Not to be outdone by his rival, he forced himself on top of Malfoy as they fell back onto the cushion together. Nothing else in the world mattered as the two opposites ran their hands over every inch of the other, their lips still enslaved to eachother's kiss. Malfoy slid his tongue along the seam of Harry's lips, then malevolently plunged it into his mouth. The Gryffindor gasped as his rival rolled him onto the bottom and pulled out his wand, then, without breaking the embrace, pointed his wand threateningly at the students around him and sharply gestured them out of the way. He tightened his hold on Harry and sat up, then helped his nemesis to his feet.

As the pair rose, the other students began to back away, giving the pair plenty of room as they roughly made their way to the door, still locked in their kiss. Malfoy turned and backed out of the doorway as a confused Hufflepuff held it courteously open. Harry swept one last glare around the room, before both of them disappeared and the door slammed shut.

After a moment, the silence was broken as a drunken Ron yelled, "Well who didn't see that comming?"