Truth or Dare

Author’s Note – After a long hiatus, I’m writing again. While stuck on one fic I got hooked on this. It’s short, it’s horribly cliché and will probably make you laugh once or twice. Written for the infamous where_is_truth, I say she’s infamous, but that’s because I know her. *wink*

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Friday nights in Gryffindor tower often led to coy sexual talk and never-quite-finished games of truth or dare. It was on this snowy January evening that Ginny, three of her roommates and five Gryffindor fifth and sixth year boys were gathered in a tight knot away from the fire.

“All right, Randall. It’s your turn. Truth or dare?” asked Lila, a French transfer student from Beauxbatons.

Randall, a somewhat new addition to their game and a nervous fifth year, took the relatively easy way out.

“Truth!” he blurted, cheeks pinking before he’d even been asked his question.

“Hmm,” Lila pondered. “I’ve got it. Pick one girl here, choose her sexiest feature, and tell her about it. And no eyes or hair!” The group assembled laughed quietly, not wanting to be noticed by their brethren. The boy’s eyes flitted nervously over the four girls, having a hard time choosing just one feature, let alone choosing just one. In the end, he settled for Ginny because she seemed to be the most forgiving the next day.

“Uh, Ginny, I think you have a beautiful arse,” he said quickly, looking like he was about to lose his dinner at her feet.

“And what about it, Randall?” Lila prompted.

“Ah, erm, it, uh, it makes a man want to put his hands on it,” he said sheepishly, face blotching red before he could hide it with steepled fingers.

Ginny laughed softly and leaned forward, touching her fingertips to the blushing boy’s arm. “Thank you, Randall. No one’s ever said that about me before.” And because Randall was too embarrassed to ask Ginny truth or dare, she let him pass and then gave her turn to Elliott Workman, a sixth year.

And so the game went on, truths and dares being played out in equal measure, or at least as well as one could play out dares in the Gryffindor common room. Finally, Ginny’s roommate Lila was asking the question once more.

“Ginny, truth or dare?”

It was getting late, and Ginny more or less chose to be dared so that she could simply go to bed and enjoy a lie-in the next morning.

“Let’s be adventurous and end this on an up note,” Ginny said, sighing. “Dare.” Lila looked at their group conspiratorially and beckoned them to lean closer.

“I think I may have the dare to end all dares,” Lila smirked. “Ginny, I dare you to…”

Ginny frowned with the pause. “Get on with it,” she complained. Again, the tiny, somewhat stomach-clenching smile from Lila.

“I dare you to blow one of the male prefects.”

For a moment, Ginny was stunned beyond belief. Lila had been catty to her ever since coming to Hogwarts, and she half suspected it stemmed from Lila’s own amazing beauty. Though as beautiful as Lila was, she couldn’t inspire the confidence in the male population as Ginny could with her infectious smile and sunny disposition. It was in this most atrocious dare that Ginny realized Lila meant to put her in her place, once and for all.

“Is the Head Boy good enough for you?” Ginny rejoined sweetly.

John Miller scoffed. “Come on, Ginny, he hates you. Wouldn’t you rather use your, uh, time with someone more worthwhile?”

“Isn’t that all the more reason to try and complete the dare? I mean, imagine, the great Malfoy fellated by his greatest enemy?” Ginny nearly trilled, letting a sinister version of Malfoy’s own smirk creep across her full lips.

“Well, then, it’s decided,” Lila said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s go.”

“Wait just one second,” Ginny said, her tone warning. “If you think we’re just going to waltz outside in a whole group you’ve got another think coming. Leave in ones or twos, and I’ll leave last. We’ll all meet in front of the Potions classroom.”

And so twenty minutes later, the group of nine managed to make it to the dungeons without even so much as a meow from Mrs. Norris. Ginny reflected that they were lucky it wasn’t past curfew or Filch and the prefects would be trolling in earnest for merrymaking students.

“Well, here we are,” Lila announced unnecessarily. “How exactly do you plan to show you’ve followed through?”

“I’m not sure,” Ginny said, “but I am sure you’ll know when it happens. Follow me.” Inching along the corridors, the group went through two more winding hallways before they found themselves in front of a portrait featuring a snoring, ancient head of Slytherin house.

“There’s a small alcove down there,” Ginny said. “It’s where the laundry chutes are. You can watch from there as long as you aren’t noisy.”

“What, you going to blow him in the hall?” asked another roommate, Georgia Pierce. “I’m thinking that’s not such a good idea.”

Gritting her teeth, Ginny shook her head.

“Of course not. Just stay there and let me handle this.”

“How do you even know this is his room?” asked a peevish Lila.

“I’m a prefect, Lila. If there’s an emergency, we all have to know how to find him and Hermione,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes and hoping Lila couldn’t see in the gloom.

Leaving the group in the shadows, she marched to Draco’s portrait hole and banged on the antique frame. The snoring head of house woke and glared at her.

“A Weasley, aren’t you? Go away! That’s expensive wood you’re dirtying up with smudge marks!”

“Shut up,” she muttered at the portrait’s subject, glaring balefully at the man while still knocking away.

“What the fuck is going on?” blustered Draco, who finally cracked the portrait. “Is something going on? I was bloody well asleep!” Draco looked up until he realized his visitor was down low.

“Weasley? What do you want? Do you realize what time it is?” he barked, glaring at her. “Did you just come down here to torment me or is there some other reason you’re darkening my doorstep?”

“For one thing, it’s only eleven o’clock on a Friday, Malfoy, you great pansy. And secondly, I need to discuss something urgent with you.”

“Why me?” he moaned, propping his head on the still-gaping doorframe. “Can’t Granger take care of it?”

Ginny almost let herself smile. No, Granger can’t take care of this.

“No, and that’s why I came to see you.”

“Merlin’s bloody balls! Gods! Get in here. I can’t be seen with you in the corridor!” Draco sniped, grasping her forearm and yanking her inside.

Eight collective voices in the laundry alcove gasped.

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“There’d better be a good reason for this!” Draco said belligerently. “You know I didn’t sleep much after last night.”

Ginny backed him up against the door.

“Listen well,” she said, voice low so the group outside wouldn’t hear. She fit the cradle of her hips to his and ground against him slightly. “There are eight people standing in the laundry alcove. We were playing truth or dare, and that horrid French bint dared me to blow a male prefect. So I one upped her and asked if blowing you was enough.”

“Aren’t you Gryffindors going to get tired of that game?” he asked, brushing a hand through his mussed hair. “So what? You came down here to prove that I let you into my chambers?”

“No, Draco,” she said, licking her lips and sliding small hands into the waistband of his pajama pants. “I fully intend to blow you up against this door with all eight of them hearing it.”

Gray eyes wide, Draco stared at her.

“You’re going to do what?”

“Your second-most favorite thing after fucking me hard,” she intoned, meant for his ears only. “And a little dialogue would do well to enhance this.”

Feeling his cock stirring heavily against his thigh, he reached down and plundered Ginny’s mouth, tickling the roof of her mouth with his tongue.

“By all means,” he said thickly, “don’t let me get in the way of a dare.”

With a siren’s smile, she slid down his body until she was resting on the floor. Undressing Draco was one of her favorite things to do, and being face to face with his growing erection was undoubtedly one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.

“I’ve always been told I had a flair for the dramatic,” he teased on a groan, feeling her hot mouth close around the tip of his now weeping shaft. “Holy fuck, Weasley, what the hell do you think you’re doing!” he half-yelled, just loud enough he was sure to be overheard.

She used both small but nimble hands, one cupping his heavy balls and the other feather stroking his burgeoning erection. Draco braced himself against the doorframe, trying not to think about his portrait’s proximity to the action.

Once she judged him as hard as he would ever be, she worked his length into her mouth. Closing her fingers in a tight ring around the base of his cock, she began to swirl her tongue and lips as if she were eating ice cream, and making short, staccato bursts of rhythmic pumping on his shaft.

“Oh, yeah, like that. Take it,” he commanded.

Closing her eyes, Ginny let her own loud moan of arousal go and hopefully drift through the door. Draco’s hands were grasping her shoulders, and she could tell he was desperately trying not to grab her head and determine her speed. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and was gratified to find his head lolling to the side, the cords in his neck standing out as he strained to stay upright.

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“Merlin, Weasley, you have some bankable talent after all,” came the disembodied voice of Draco Malfoy. The three girls and five boys watched in mixed horror and amazement as the subject of Draco’s portrait was being constantly jostled by his occupant’s actions on the other side.

Lila spied Randall’s hand going to his groin and slapped it away.

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“Bloody fuck, that mouth of yours is hot,” Draco bit out, doing his best to stay deep within the heat. “Don’t stop. Gods, keep sucking it.”

His words were becoming less and less for their audience and more for her. Her pussy was becoming wetter by the second and she half-wished she wouldn’t be finishing off Draco so that she could bury him in her aching, wanting flesh.

“Right there. Oh! Right there. That tongue. More of that,” he moaned in response to some particularly fierce tongue-work. She stepped up her speed; she could feel by the tell-take trembles in his muscular legs that an orgasm was imminent.

Using her best technique, she clamped her tongue and lips around Draco’s shaft as if he were seated to the hilt inside her. Pulling mightily, she heard the groan she knew preceded his orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, Weasley, I’m going to come in that pretty mouth of yours, oh, fuck, I’m coming right now!” he shouted, releasing the salt of creation into her waiting throat. She sucked as hard as she dared to milk every last drop from him, then released his body, scooting back in just enough time to see his weak knees give way and deposit him on the floor, sweaty and chest heaving.

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The thump that accompanied Malfoy’s orgasm was keenly heard by every person standing just a few feet away from the door. After standing speechless for a few moments, the portrait door creaked open and Ginny half-emerged, peeking out from around the corner.

“Guys?’ she called softly, drawing them out cautiously out into the open. Lila dragged behind, but Ginny fixed her gaze resolutely on the angry girl.

Dabbing her thumb at a non-existent pearl of come on the corner of her mouth, she sucked her thumb clean and smiled triumphantly.

“I think that about covers it,” Ginny said, looking directly at Lila. “You all might as well go on back up. I think we’re done down here.”

“What about you?” Lila snapped. Ginny smiled wisely.

“Oh, I don’t think Malfoy and I are done yet,” she said, or tried to say, because a long arm snaked out of the portrait hole and pulled her back inside.

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