(summary cont.) dare. Harry and his friends accept the challenge, hoping to win something of great value. The Slytherins have their own ideas in mind though. Who will win? Well you'll just have to read to find out! Ha, ha, ha! My story can also be found at under the penname Padfoots Lass.
Author's Note: This is only the prologue. The rest of the chapters will be longer than this. Thank you for reading and please review!
Harry was on the Hogwarts Express, sitting in a compartment with Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, and Ginny. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were on their way to their seventh and final year at Hogwarts; Luna and Ginny were on their way for their sixth year. Harry was sitting in his seat, looking grumpy. He had thoroughly intended not to go to school this year after the tragic events at the end of the previous year, which included the murder of Dumbledore, but Ron and Hermione dragged him along with them.
Strangely enough, everyone in their compartment was dating someone else in the compartment. Ginny was snuggled up next to Harry; Ron had his arm around Hermione; and even dear Neville and Luna were holding hands with each other.
"Come on, Harry," Ginny said. "Cheer up!"
"I miss Dumbles," Harry growled.
"I know."
"I miss Snuffles."
"I know…"
"I miss Jimmy."
"I…know…?"
"And I miss Lillers."
"Uh…."
"Look on the bright side, Harry," Ron said bracingly. "No Snape or Malfoy this year! How cool is that?"
"Super dee duper," Harry answered dully.
Suddenly, the compartment door slid open. The six friends all looked up. Six Slytherins entered the compartment uninvited: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Millicent Bulstrode, all looking very ugly.
"What do you want?" Ron asked moodily.
"Cheese crackers!" Nott exclaimed.
"Umm…." Neville said slowly.
"Shut up, Nott," Zabini ordered. "What we really want is to play a game."
He grinned and the others, excluding Nott, followed his lead. Actually, Nott frowned and hung his head in disappointment.
"Let me get this straight," Hermione said. "You guys…want to play a game……with us…….? Is this correct?"
"Yes," Parkinson sneered.
"What kind of game?" Luna asked in her dreamlike voice.
"Spin the butterbeer bottle," Bulstrode said with a nasty smile
"Wait, I've heard of this before," Ginny said. "I know there's a difference between spin the bottle and spin the butterbeer bottle, what is it?"
"You see," Zabini said pompously, "You spin the bottle, and whoever it points to, you kiss, obviously, but you also have to do a dare with that person."
"Not interested," Harry said shortly.
"Wait, this sounds like fun!" Ron said enthusiastically. "But how many dares can you do on a train?"
"That's the other thing," Parkinson giggled. "We do all the spinning here, but we record all of the results of who landed with who, all that, and then we do the dares at Hogwarts. Let me explain, today, we each do one spin, but in separate groups, your group and our group. Then, we record which person for each group got which other person. Then we exchange lists. Each group has the first three months of the school year to think of when, where, etcetera they want to arrange the kisses for each pair of the other group. They also use that time to think up really good, dangerous, embarrassing dares for each pair to do. Each group will have one pair, or one spin, do their dare and kissing each month for the rest of the school year, six months. Follow me?"
"Yes," Neville said nervously. "But-er-what's the point? What happens at the end?"
"All of us, from both groups, go as one to find one of the fairest Hufflepuffs in the school, then that person will judge which group got dissed more by the end of the year, and the group that wins gets-"
"CHEESE CRACKERS!" Nott yelled.
"No, not cheese crackers!" Pansy said impatiently. "The group that wins gets one extremely valuable truth question as a prize-WITH Veritaserum. It can be ANYTHING at all. Anything."
Harry thought it over, thinking it sounded stupid, but then, he thought of the prize. He could force any answer out of any of these Slytherins. He could ask for the location of Voldemort, Snape, and Malfoy, then, he could get his revenge…
"How about it?" Zabini asked, his lip curling.
Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna looked at Harry. He looked up at the haughty faces of the Slytherins.
Then, he said quietly,
"I'm in."
