The Gryffindor dorms after-hours were an interesting and terrifying place. The girls had retired early to their room to do whatever it was that girls did when they all got together.
The boys' dorm, however, was still alive and roaring with life, even into the wee hours of morning.
"All right, it's my turn," Harry said. He pulled his pillow into his lap and chewed his lip as he thought. "Okay, I've got one. Fred, would you rather take the flying car to Russia or have to walk there?"
"Why wouldn't he just use floo powder?" Seamus asked. He was tossing a foam ball back and forth between his hands in the corner of the room.
"Yeah, that's my answer. Floo powder," Fred said. He was sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk across from Harry, kicking his feet against the wood frame.
"No floo powder. You're out."
"Who the hell runs out of floo powder?" George asked, poking his head out from the top bunk above his twin.
"I believe it. Sounds like Fred," Ron said. He was sitting next to Harry, back against the wall, with his pillow hugged to his chest.
"We ran out of floo powder once," Seamus confessed with a shrug. "We were on vacation, mum and I. It turned out to be a really long vacation." He paused for a moment before adding, "Mum says we can't take vacations no more."
"That doesn't surprise me, either," Ron muttered. Seamus threw the ball he was holding at him, but it bounced harmlessly off his pillow. Harry caught it and rolled it back and forth in his hands a few times.
"You never answered my question," Harry said as he tossed the ball to George.
"I thought the car was out of commission since you decided to go a round with the Whomping Willow," Fred commented, boxing the air for added emphasis.
"Dad still hasn't completely forgiven you for breaking his favorite toy, has he?" George asked.
Ron glowered at him, lips pulled into a scowl. He hugged his pillow tighter, refusing to look at his brother as he muttered, "No."
"Well, just pretend the car still works," Harry said.
"Well, I know how well that turned out for you. Bloody disaster, that one. Since I don't have a death wish, I'd rather walk."
"Besides," George added as he leaned over the bunk and dropped the ball down to Fred, "it'd be a good way to pick up girls. They love that mysterious wanderer thing."
"More like homeless beggar," Ron mumbled. Fred chucked the ball at his head, but Ron ducked just in time for it to bounce off the wall behind him. Seamus scooped it up off the ground. He attempted to spin it on his finger a couple times. When that didn't work, he gave up and tossed it back to Harry.
"It's your turn, Seamus," Harry said as he caught it.
"Oh, I've got a really good one!" Seamus hopped up and down a few times, positioning himself just out of arm's reach of the other boys. "Ron, would you rather kiss a troll...or kiss Hermione Granger?"
The room erupted into a fit of raucous laughter. In the midst of their spasms, the boys forgot how to breathe, and all their faces turned shades of red. Ron's, however, became a rather vivid scarlet for a completely different reason.
"That's bloody gross," he said, his voice raising a few octaves. He whipped his pillow at Seamus, and it bounced off his head before falling flat to the floor.
"So, Ron, which would you rather?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, we're just dying to know," George added.
The twins collapsed into another fit of laughter. Fred shook so hard that he rolled right off the bed, with his brother teetering precariously on the edge of the bunk above him threatening to do the same.
"I'm not answering that!" Ron's voice rose even higher, bristling with indignation.
"Aw, c'mon, Ron. It's just a game." Harry tossed the ball lightly to him with a look that said 'go on.'
"Well, I'm sure as hell not kissing a bloody troll. I've already had to clean troll boogers off my wand, and that was bad enough." Ron paused, and the whole room waited with baited breath for the statement they knew was sure to come. "So, I suppose, if I had to choose..." Ron mumbled the rest under his breath, turning his head to face the wall.
"I'm sorry, what was that, Ron? We couldn't hear you," Seamus said, barely containing the laughter that threatened to burst out any moment.
"I said...I would rather kiss Hermione Granger."
The room erupted into laughter again. Ron reached over and punched Harry in the arm, giving him a 'what gives' sort of look.
"I'm sorry, Ron, I can't help it," he gasped between breaths.
"Look, Ickle Ronniekins has a crush!" George said. Ron whipped the foam ball at him, missing him only by inches. The disturbance was just enough, though, to cause George to tip over the edge, and he landed with an "oompf" on his twin. This only caused them to laugh all the harder, and the laughter continued long into the early morning.
Author's Note: Done for The Game of LIFE HPFC. Prompts: car, floo, hopping. If you enjoy this, please drop me a review. I always love hearing from people. :)
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