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Dare Ya!	By : MariaTeresaQuintanar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, hello one and all. Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend. Here's a bonus chapter for you all! Read, enjoy, and review!

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Chapter Five

            Remus rolled his eyes, as he said, “You called him James just to piss him off and have a few supposed chuckles?” When Sirius said nothing, Remus went on with, “Every time you do that, you hurt his feelings, you idiot.”

            Sirius looked over to Harry for the first time in shock. Had he really driven the boy to drink? “James was made of sterner…”

            “James grew up with you and knew when and how you joked around with people,” Hermione pointed out to him. “It also helped that he was secure and loved. Harry, on the other hand, has been used and abused since the age of one by Lily’s sister and her joke of a husband not to mention his bully of a cousin. So why don’t you try to explain to him how your idea of a jest is set out and just how it was meant to be humorous—Oh! But there’s the rub!” Her face went stony as she snapped, “It wasn’t funny!”

            “What would you know about a joke?” Sirius demanded.

            “I know that it isn’t set out to make someone cry,” she told him, nodding towards Harry. “I don’t think those are tears of mirth on his face, do you?”

            He looked over and cursed to himself, as he got up and went over to Harry. The younger wizard jerked away from him, walking away from a hurt looking Sirius.

            Remus went over to his long time friend. “When are you going to learn?” Sirius turned to him, looking utterly lost. “Harry isn’t James. He never will be his father. And you need to accept him for what he is, Padfoot.”

            “How can I do that?” Sirius whispered. “James was my life.”

            “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “But if you don’t find a way to do it, James won’t be the only one you’ll lose.”

            Hermione cuddled up with Severus all the more, looking over to Ginny who was sprawled loose limbed next to Lucius. The older man was nuzzling her neck, murmuring to her as his fingers ran up and down along the swollen wetness of her sex. Ginny’s body shivered, as she became all the more aroused by his ministrations.

            “Whose turn is it?” Luna asked of no one in particular.

            “I don’t know,” Fred said, covering his eyes to avoid seeing his sister.

            “Me neither,” George answered, trying as he might to cover both his ears and his eyes, but failing. “Just as long as it involves me and something to keep me from hearing or seeing our sister doing anything sexual that’s fine by me.”

            Hermione chuckled at this, saying, “Truth or dare, Luna?”

            “Dare,” she answered.

            Looking over to Remus, Hermione inquired, “Can I use one of your pups?”

            “For what?” he asked, looking over to them as they were still trying to avoid looking at their sister.

            “Poor Luna looks so lonely over…”

            “No,” he said, standing up. “Mine.”

            “Okay,” Hermione replied. “What exactly is it that she likes the most being done to her?”

            “She loves being talked dirty to,” Fred whispered. “I made her cum once…”

            “Shut it!” came from Remus and then said to Hermione, “That isn’t much of a dare for her.”

            “It is when you consider that she won’t be allowed to climax for an hour.”

            Luna let out a little whimper at that, pressing her thighs closely together.

            “Okay, that’s too mean. Let’s make it for fifteen minutes, shall we?” Hermione asked looking towards Severus who nodded at this. She looked back over to Remus. “And you better make it good, wolf.”

            The older wizard smiled wickedly as he sat down next to Luna, slipping up close to her purring to her, “Pretty girls shouldn’t be sitting by themselves like this.” He combed his fingers through her fine blond hair. “They should be sitting on their alpha’s hard cock, begging for the fucking they’ve wanted from them for over a week.”

            “Damn, he’s good,” came from Harry.

            “He’s just getting started,” Hermione murmured.

            “And from the sound of it, he’s taking it easy on her,” Sirius whispered against Harry’s ear.

            The younger man shivered at his words, but said nothing. The others may have thought Harry of as many things in his life, but he refused to be a replacement for his own father. Stepping away from Sirius, he saw Ginny curled up in a large faux fur blanket next to Lucius. And from the look of the former death eater, he more than enjoyed his time with his…what? What was Ginny to him? Merlin, why did they have to come here?

            “Poor Harry,” Hermione whispered. “He has regrets coming here tonight.”

            “I’m supposed to be happy that I was forced to reveal my sexuality?” he asked in a hard voice. “I’m supposed to be overjoyed that my girlfriend, whom I’m not even sure is still my girlfriend, is on the verge of fucking another man? Where are the good times in that?”

            “Every other time you’ve played truth or dare, you did so as a child does,” Severus said to him. “A child doesn’t expect the truths to be hurtful nor do they expect the dares to be beyond the pale of what is acceptable.” He looked over to Sirius and back over to Potter. “If I hadn’t have put that clause into the contract, Hermione would have been bitten by a werewolf tonight and there wouldn’t have been a thing I or anybody else here could have done to stop it.” He looked over to Ginny, whose brown eyes were now haunted by the truth of the words Severus had spoken. “Hermione told me about what had happened during your previous games of truth and dare. You wouldn’t have stopped pushing, would you?”

            “No,” she whispered. “I-I don’t know why. Everything seems so…closed up inside me. I don’t know what to do or how to get rid of this feeling. I kept thinking that I must be bored.”

            “You’re not bored,” Draco said. “I’ve been down that avenue before myself and that’s not it.”

            “What is it?” she demanded. “Why do I feel this way?”

            “Because you’re lying to yourself,” he sighed, looking over to Harry. “Just like Potter is, but somehow he’s learned to live with it.” He pulled out what looked to be a cigarette. “Anyone else want one?”

            “I will, if you’ll share it with me, Severus?”

            “Of course, my dear,” he murmured.

            “We’ll take one,” Lucius said. “Would you care to share a joint with me, Ginerva?”

            “Yes, that would be nice,” she sighed.

            “How about you, Potter? Care for one?” Draco asked him.

            “What I want has little to do with what’s going on here,” Harry complained. “When is this game declared over with?”

            “I really don’t know,” Hermione answered, looking over to Severus who in turn shrugged.

            “We never finished a game,” Sirius said. “Not that I recall. Usually something happens and one of us ends up in St. Mungos…”

            “Merlin! I should leave!” He charged through the door, but was stopped by none other than Draco.

            “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to be the first one through that door,” the aristocratic blonde said to him, handing him a joint. “Go on and relax. You might as well take advantage of the situation and kick back. We’re not all as horrid company as your godfather.”

            Soon all of them were smoking, the couples passing the joints between themselves. Harry watched as Remus held the joint to Luna’s lips and she slowly inhaled the smoke. He inhaled on his own, looking now over to the Twins who had been denied the drug of the moment to find them huddled together plotting a prank he was sure. Next he looked over to Sirius, who was sitting alone watching him intently as he smoked a regular fag.

            “Does it really bother you that much when I call you James?”

            Harry snarled, sitting back in his seat. “Do you know how hard I had to work to have people call me by my name? I was either ‘Boy!’ or ‘Freak’ until there were guests coming to the house and even then the most they told others was ‘Oh that’s my nephew. Don’t pay him any mind. He’s not right in the head.’ Once I came into the wizarding world, it was worse in a way. With my aunt’s family there hadn’t been expectations of me beyond making meals or cleaning. But here in the wizarding world all of a sudden I was ‘The boy who lived’!” He took a puff of the joint. “I was whispered about, gossiped about, and yet never once did people ever bother to call me by my fucking name. You wouldn’t think it was all that difficult. Harry isn’t all that much of a strain on the tongue, right? And yet what they called me was heavier a mantel than my own name.” He laid his head back. “The boy who lived.” He looked over to Severus. “If I didn’t have to hear that moniker again, I think I could die happy.”

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