The Shortest Prologue Ever to Appear on Fanfiction
If someone had told Harry two months ago that he would end up dancing shirtless on a table in the Great Hall with a nude Draco Malfoy, he would have called that person loony. And yet, here he was, doing the Can-Can on the Head Table while Ginny played the tambourines. Clearly, things had changed since two months ago.
He blamed it all on that one, stupid game of Truth or Dare. Listening to Hermione had never been a good thing.
A/N: This is a total crackfic that my brother and I are writing. This is our first attempt at writing a fic together, and his first real attempt at a fic, ever. We both have quite a bit of time on our hands right now to write this but knowing how particular we each are I can't promise fast updates. This is rated T for now but the rating will probably change as this fic contains such clichés as Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, and naked British wizards. For now, we're trying to preserve our youthful innocence, but we can't promise anything.
Please do feel free to review, comment, whatever. We'd really rather not get flamed, but we'll take what we can get because we know that this story is horribly not-cannon, and horribly OOC. It's not a biggie. We're practically flaming ourselves shooting bad ideas back and forth.
AHEM. Enough of my rambling. The story, right? It should be a long one, and we'll try to update maybe… um… at least twice a week. We're going for longer chapters, though, so no promises.
Without further ado, the first chapter of Inter-House Cooperation. (aka, please click the button that will take you to the next chapter. It's much longer than this, we promise)
With much love,
Lily and Albert