Tag, You're It

As the bottle spins in fast circles, I wonder how we got to this point. It all started with a simple game, you spin the bottle, you kiss whoever it lands on, no big deal. Then some how it changed. It turned into a game of truth or dare, not a big deal either, right? But then, it changed again.

It was the beginning of my sixth year when this change in our game occurred. We sat down for our first game of the year that Sunday night. It was practically a tradition by now. It was Draco's turn to spin. He had barley completed his dare before summer break. His dare had been to kiss Hermione Granger. Now it's not as bad as all that, she is quite pretty. The hard part was that she had to go along with it. It couldn't be some forced kiss. She had to want to kiss him back. We charmed one of Trelawney's crystal balls to glow blue at the exact moment the dare was completed. There was no getting out of it for anyone. The timeline was set for one month, and he had to deliver, or pay up. If the dare wasn't completed by the end of the time allotted you were required to put 50 galleons in the pot, which we referred to as the "kitty." The first person to complete a dare won the kitty and on the game went.

So anyway, Draco delivered and it was his turn to spin the bottle. It landed on Blaise. This is where all the trouble started. Blaise was the one, who dared him to kiss to Hermione, and Draco being, well, Draco, wanted his revenge.

"Blaise, I dare you to sleep with the Weasley girl."

"Wait Draco," I interrupted, "you didn't let him choose tru..."

"I accept! Name your terms." Blaise never was one to turn down a challenge.

Draco set his terms. He had to have sex with her, not just "sleep" with her. She had to be willing of course and he had a month to do it.

"Wait, wait, wait. Draco, I gave you a month to kiss that mudblood girl and it took you that long. How do you expect me to get laid in that same amount of time?"

"That's your problem now isn't it? We meet again in one month to see if Blaise completes his dare."

Now, Blaise is a very good-looking guy and it would take a hell of a lot of reserve to resist his charms, but Ginny did, and so this game began. A sort of who could nail whom. Every month we would gather to see if the previous dare was completed, deposit or withdraw money, and spin the bottle again. Now it's the beginning of October of my seventh year and so far I have avoided being dared. Shit... until now...

~*~*~*~*~*~

"My god Ron! You are thick aren't you?"

"What makes you think that?" I replied not really wanting or listening for an answer. She had been going on about something for what seemed like hours, schoolwork maybe. I don't know. I was deep in a game of chess with Harry. He had gotten better over the years and was almost a challenge. Almost being the key word here. Hermione kept going on and finally I had had enough.

"Hermione, shut it will you?" I was so sick of listening to her, well, I was sick of ignoring her. She just looked at me and then turned heel and stormed off.

"You know that really wasn't very nice," Harry informed me. I just looked up at him.

"It's your move," I told him as though he never said anything to me. He just shook his head and brought his attentions back to the game. I don't know why I was so mean to her; she could just be so annoying sometimes.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Tag Pansy, you're it," smirked Draco.

Damn it! Why me? And of course it had to be Draco spinning the bottle. Just my luck, Teddy had dared him after the Weasley girl last month and she completely shot him down. It had pissed Hermione off and that made even more trouble for Draco. I could tell he was out for blood.

Draco leaned into Blaise to get his opinion while I sat helpless. Who can they possibly choose? I can hardly imagine. Who's the worst possible person they could pair me with? It won't matter anyways, there's no way I can get out of it. By sitting down to this game I agree to do anything, or one, they say. And I have to put out an effort. Damn.

Who could they choose? Ehhh... that Potter kid would be pretty bad. I don't think it could get any worse than him.

Draco and Blaise stopped talking looked at me.

"Ron Weasley."

Shit! It just got worse. Weasley? Weasley! Everyone knows Weasley's in love with that Granger girl Draco's canoodling with. At least Potter hadn't been with anyone in a while. Shit, shit, shit!

"Shit," I let out without even realizing it.

"Is there a problem Pansy?"

"No. No, no. Not at all," I say as I try to gather my composure. "Why on earth would you ask that?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

As I'm getting ready for bed that night it dawns on me. I'm screwed, and not the way I need to be. There is no way I can pull this off. Ron Weasley won't even look at me let alone talk to me, and god forbid touch me. There's no getting out of this either. Nope. And that kitty sure has a pretty chunk of change in it. Not that I need any more money but, I'm sure that I can find something to spend it on.

I climb into bed and bunker down for the night. Tomorrow I have to try my best to spark a conversation with Ron Weasley. God help me!