Part 1: The day before the Yule ball

The day before the Yule ball, Neville was walking through the hallways on the seventh floor. When he passed the statue of the dancing trolls, the door of the room of requirement suddenly appeared. He heard something inside and curious as he is by nature, he decided to take a look inside.

"Hey Ginny, it's your turn now! What do you choose, truth or dare?" Harry asked.

Truth or dare? I don't know, they don't have to know my secrets, she thought.

"I choose dare!"

"Ok, me and Draco will decide what you have to do," Harry smirked.

Neville slowly closed the door and stepped into the light. The floor was covered by grass and there were pillows all over the floor. Against the walls was a whole row of closets. On the shelves he noticed a lot of board games.

Neville saw Draco drinking pumpkin juice, while Harry and Ginny were eating Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Harry spit out his bonbon - because it tasted like ear wax - into Neville's face.

"Ooh, Neville, I didn't see you come in! Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Neville turned purple, picked up the bonbon and angrily threw it back at Harry.

"Ok, I deserved that. Would you like to join us?"

"Sure," Neville said.

"We have to choose a dare-action for Ginny, do you know something?"

"She has to drink a polyjuice potion with essences of us three, let's see what happens," Neville chuckled.

So they took some potion out of the closet and added their hairs. Ginny took the glass and drank it. She started to shake and turned into a fat boy with blonde hair and glasses. She also had a lightning bolt scar on her forehead. Everyone started laughing.

"And Ginny, you know this is not gone until the hour is over!"

"You can laugh, but now I can choose. Draco and Harry, truth or dare?" Ginny asked sweetly.

"Hmm... we take dare."

"Ok. It's time for revenge... I want you to wash and dye Snape's hair, because it's always greasy. You also have to write a letter to tell him he must wash his hair every day."

"Which colour do we want it?"

"Take pink, that matches his black outfit." Ginny said with an evil smile.

"Are you MAD?! Do you want us to get detention for the rest of the year?" the boys yelled in unison.

The only thing Ginny said was: "Good luck guys!"

So, Draco and Harry went to Snape's office, paralyzed him, washed and dyed his hair. Finally, they wrote the letter and left in silence. When they arrived back in the room of requirement, Ginny and Neville were blowing up condoms. Once Draco and Harry came in, they stopped immediately.

"Now it is our turn! Neville, truth or dare?"

Neville stumbled over his own words for a while. Finally he chose: "Truth!"

"OK, here is your question: what do you want to be in your next life?" Harry asked.

"I want to be a cheerleader!" Neville said shamelessly.

"GOD, I want to puke!" Draco saidn turning a bit green.

They continued the game until Ginny said she wanted to dress up for the ball. She went to her room and took a bath, while daydreaming about her outfit. I'm going to look gorgeous in my green dress that reaches to my knees, with my high-heeled shoes. Ginny took The Quibbler that Luna had given her and found an article about how to use make-up. So she began with foundation, lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, until she was satisfied with the result.

After Ginny had left the room of requirement, the three boys also went to their dorms. When Harry arrived in the bedroom, Ron was sitting on his bed. Harry immediately saw something was wrong, because of the way Ron was looking at him. There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Ron?"

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about my outfit for this evening."

Harry didn't pay attention to him after that, dismissing the look he had seen and walked into the bathroom. He first took a bath and left the room to take his black smoking. When he arrived back in the bathroom, he noticed his hair straightener wasn't there anymore.

"OH NO! Now I have to use the flat-iron to do my hair."

In the meantime, Ron was running with Harry's hair straightener to Draco.

"Here it is, Draco. Are you happy now?"

"Yes, hahaha, I have done it!" Draco shouted.

"What do you mean: 'YOU have done it'? I've done it!" Ron said angrily.

"WHATEVER! What shall I do with it?"

After brainstorming for a long time, Draco decided to put some glue between the hair straightener. Elsewhere in the castle, Neville was fighting with his outfit. The Scottish skirt and the matching black jacket weren't the right size, so he used the spell: "Engorgio!" When the deed was done, Neville wanted to add a little accessory. He went outside to look for a flower, but he didn't find one. Finally, he saw a waterlily in the lake. When he reached for the flower, he fell into the lake. After a lot of splashing around in the water, he managed to crawl out.

Merlin, I have myself to blame for this, but what should I do now? He took his wand and used a spell to dry himself. Clumsily, he dried it too long, which made him look like a tomato. Flaming red, Neville was walking back to the castle, when he saw Fleur come out of her carriage. He still tried to hide himself, but it was already too late. Fleur came towards him and started to laugh.

"You look like a lobstère!" she said through a fit of laughter.

Neville flushed beet-red, even more so than he already was, and ran away. When he found a safe hidden place, he waited until Fleur was gone. Then he took his wand and used the summoning spell to bring Fleur's dress to him. He wanted to take revenge because she had made fun of him. So, he cut holes in her dress in the places where her breasts were supposed to be. Afterwards he flew the dress back into the carriage.

Draco was walking through the hallways, the hair straightener flying in front of him, in the direction of The Fat Lady. He wanted to give it back to Harry. Because he was so focused he didn't see Dumbledore and the thing landed in Dumbledore's beard.

"Oh look, there is a hair straightener in my beard! I don't remember having one. How did it get in my beard?" Dumbledore wondered.

"Good evening professor! Ready for the ball?"

I'll pretend I don't know about it and just walk on.

Suddenly the Weasley twins walked by: "Looking good professor! Perhaps you should add some more things." they said in unison.

"Maybe I will boys, maybe I will..."

Meanwhile Ginny - who was done with her make -up - went to the closet, took her dress and gently put it on. She went to her bed and took her trunk from under it. She opened it and started looking for the shoes her mother had given her for her birthday. They were high-heeled and shining silver. When she looked in the mirror, she realized something was missing. She dove in her trunk again and looked for the silver tiara of her aunt Marga. She went back to the mirror and decided she looked good.

When she arrived at the top of the stairs in the Great Hall, she noticed everyone was already there. Harry in his black smoking with burnt hair -I wonder how he did that?!-, Draco in his white smoking with matching sunglasses -Why is he wearing those, it's winter!-, Neville with a flaming red face, a Scottish skirt and a black jacket with a way too big flower -Strange combination, I'm sure it is the influence of his grandmother!- and Fleur with her... -Huh!?-. Ginny was so amazed by Fleurs' appearance, that she missed a step. She stumbled and fell down straight into Fleur's arms.

"What the hell have you done with your dress?" Ginny asked surprised.

"What do you mean, thair is nothing 'rong with my dress. In France they call it Haute Couture!"