Title: Triple Dog Dare

Author: K. Reis AKA Snowdrop, kate@tropicalstorm.com

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: use of chemicals, sexual innuendoes, mild language

Disclaimers: The characters in this story copyright J.K. Rowlings. Contrary to popular belief, I do not keep Severus Snape in a box under my bed. I tried, but he escaped before any probing could being.

Feedback: Can I bribe you?

Summary: Snape and Sinistra get a bit tipsy at the Yule Ball. Sinistra has a dare for Severus… sorry, not a lemon. Please read and review.

Author's note: I couldn't resist writing this ficlet, it haunted me, I tell you, haunted! Don't blame me, the fever has reached my brain.

Two people sat at the head table in the great hall during the Yule Ball. From a distant glance one would think that they were in deep conversation about one topic or another. That first glance could not be more wrong.

The two people sitting there were sharing a bottle of fire whiskey that they snuck in under Dumbledore's watchful eyes. It wasn't that he didn't know about the whiskey, it was that these two rarely attended social functions if they were avoidable so he let it slip. He had managed to get Snape out of his gloomy dungeons and Sinistra away from her starry tower for the night and he wasn't going to ruin it by confiscating the offending alcohol.

"Ok, Snape I gotta dare for you," Professor Sinistra giggled. Severus just rose one eyebrow at her while he took a drink of the perhaps not-so-well-hidden whiskey.

"I dare you to kiss McGonagall full on the lips!" she managed to say with a straight face.

"No," was her companion's curt reply.

"I double dare you."

"I will not make an ass out of my self for a double dare." He refilled both glasses again.

"Fine Severus I double dog dare you!" This got the attention of the others near them at the table. None of them had heard the dare but knew that if Snape refused a dare, it must be bad.

"Well what are you two doing now?" Dumbledore asked while Snape tried unsuccessfully to hide his whiskey under the table.

"Well, Albus, we were planning on playing strip go fish but figured that there were too many kiddies around," Snape slurred. He tried as hard as possible to keep a straight face while Sinistra was giggling insanely next to him.

"So… were you going to accept the lady's dare?" Albus asked with his eyes twinkling.

"No, I would have to have more fire whiskey if I were to do that awful dare."

"Fine Sevvie I triple dare you," Sinistra tried to say, her voice inhibited by drunken giggling. He just glared at her while she drank her whisky. "I'll take that as a no. Don't make me do this Severus," she warned, downing the last of the drink. The entire table hushed as she finished her glass.

"I triple dog dare you Severus Snape!" she shouted drunkenly, attracting attention from everyone- not that it wasn't on her already.

"Fine," he hissed swiftly standing from the table and finishing off his glass as well. Snape knew he had to do this or else everyone would think of him as cowardly and low-down as a Malfoy. He strode over to professors McGonagall and Sprout. Sinistra and the other professors followed him. He tapped Minerva on her shoulder and when she turned to face him, he pulled her fiercely into a kiss smack dab in the middle of the hall. Most of the students stopped dancing (well those who hadn't stopped to observe Sinistra's drunken display) to stare at the strange sights. Breathless, Snape broke the kiss and walked back over to Sinistra and told her to come with him.

"Sev, where are we going?" she asked as she retrieved the bottle. She set it back down and scowled, realizing it was long since emptied.

"I believe that we have a game of strip go fish to play… your quarters or mine?" She smiled as he drug her by the arm down to his dungeons. There was fun to be had in the Potions room tonight.

"You do have more whiskey, Severus, oh yeah, and breath-mints?"