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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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Hello! I hope everyone is having a great week! Here's the next chapter. We are nearing the end of our journey with this story. Thank you to everyone that's taken the time to read, not to mention review. Please enjoy this next chapter and afterwards, as usual, please leave a comment and/or question in the reviews. Thanks!

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Chapter Seven

            Eyes narrowing, Harry asked, “Doesn’t it bother you, knowing that he’s still madly in love with my mother?”

            The silence could have been cut with the knife after those words from him. This was only broken by a deep painful sob, coming from Hermione. Severus got to his feet and went straight over to him, backhanding him so hard that Harry hit the floor. Ginny gasped and attempted to jump up and go to him, but Lucius pulled her back down and kept her there by holding her to himself.

            “You malignant little shit,” Severus hissed. “You’re hurting so you must lash out at the most convenient target, is that it?” When all Harry did was look up at him, he snapped, “Look at her!” Slowly Harry looked over to Hermione who was crying inconsolably between Luna and Remus, both of whom were cooing and hugging her in an effort to comfort her. “I love Hermione in a way I could never love your mother and my witch knows that. But who amongst us doesn’t have our insecurities? You had no right to throw that in her face the way you did! Ask her all you like about it. I’ve told her everything. But don’t you ever use what you know as a weapon again!”

            Severus went back over to Hermione, scooping her up into his arms and glancing to Lucius who said, “Your suite is already prepared for you.”

            Nodding he left the room. Harry was slowly sitting up when he saw Sirius’s hand in front of his face. Looking up to him, his godfather said, “Take it.”

            Harry was pulled to his feet, looking around to the others there. “What?”

            “That was…cruel,” Luna said quietly. “You do that when you’re hurting. But that was even worse than some of the other times I’ve heard you do so.”

            “She kept pushing…”

            “I hate to be the one to point this out, but we’ve all been pushed during this game, Harry. You aren’t the only one,” Sirius told him. “But that’s what this is all about.”

            “What?!” He looked over to Remus who nodded.

            “It’s about finding your truths, pushing your limits both physically and mentally and discovering things about yourself and others,” Remus told him. “And if you think Hermione set out to hurt you, think again. She couldn’t have helped herself from pressing. The truth potion she took wouldn’t have allowed her to as it wouldn’t everyone else here.”

            “The game isn’t a game,” Lucius told him quietly. “It’s a mirror. And allow me to be the first to tell you that what I’ve witnessed of you isn’t all that impressive.” Turning to Ginny, he murmured, “Coming to bed, sweetling?”

            Shivering the young witch felt torn. Looking over to Harry, she breathed, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

            “Ginny…?” Harry whispered, sounding heart broken.

            “I thought I could live with you being gay, but…” Biting her lower lip she burst out with, “I want to be with a man that wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with them. I-I don’t want to have to beg a man into my bed. I shouldn’t have to! And doing that tears my self esteem lower every time I do it. I thought I could live with you being gay, but I find I can’t live with that lie, Harry.”

            Lucius stood up, holding out his hand to her. Ginny got to her feet, taking it even as she mouthed that she was sorry to Harry once again. Slowly but surely everyone left the mansion. Luna, Remus, and Fred left together. Sirius invited Harry to go drinking with him, but he turned him down. That left George, Draco, and Harry alone in the sitting room.

            “So you’re gay,” George said casually. “Me? I’m just not picky. It could be a bird or a bloke. As long as they suck cock and take it up the…”

            “We get your point,” Draco cut him off. “Slag.”

            “So says the man that was begging me like a pretty little whore to fuck his brains out not two days ago,” George shot back.

            “What am I to do now?” Harry asked, his voice uneven and slightly broken sounding. “I was supposed to marry Ginny.”

            “Says who?” George asked him. “You’re gay and the last time I checked, which thanks to this game was just minutes ago, my sister was a girl.” He looked over to Draco. “You better let me fuck that image of her out of my head.”

            “Never fear, George, you know I always will,” Draco told him. “But first things first, slut.” He looked over to Harry, who looked even more despondent than before. “You know your problem, Potter? You care too much what others think of you.” He went over to him, pulling him over to George. “Shit, you think too much period. Now be a good lad, get hard, and George and I will take care of any little thought in that head of yours.”

            “People will hate me!” he exclaimed.

            “Shit,” George said, putting his arm over his shoulders. “If they don’t hate you by now, Harry, they never will.”

            “What?” he exclaimed.

            “What he meant to say was that you are the boy that lived twice. You are the fucking savior of the wizarding world. Not everyone is going to like it.”

            “It’s a given,” George pointed out. “Families of dead and imprisoned death eaters are going to hate you just because of that.”

            “And then there are those too jealous to see straight that will hate you for thinking what a sweet deal you’ve gotten, never contemplating all the rot you also lived through,” Draco stated.

            “And then there are those who love you just for the titles and awards. They don’t know you, will never know you really, and it stands to reason that you’d never want to anyway,” George pointed out to him.

            Both the other men stopped walking and looked at him rather intensely.

            “Well?” Draco asked him. “What say you, Potter?”

            “Fine,” he sighed. “Let’s get to it, but the first one to call me a ‘slut’ or a sexy cow or whatever nicknames it is that you tend to call each other, someone is getting a smack.”

            George’s face lit up. “Promise?”

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The game may be over, but the story isn't quite done yet. The epilogue is coming up next! Have a great day everyone!
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