Truth or Die
A/N: Part one of five, maybe six. I'm not sure.
"Welcome to the Hogwart's Seventh Year game of Truth or Die," Draco Malfoy said, standing in front of the large darkened room somewhere deep within the dungeons of Hogwarts. He read from a crumbling scroll. " 'Truth or Die' has been a tradition for hundreds of years, a ritual every seventh year must endure before they graduate from Hogwarts. I would like to welcome you all on this Halloween night. As you know, my name was drawn to emcee. So here we go. The rules.
"The first rule of Truth or Die is, don't talk about Truth or Die. Not to each other, and not to the lower classmen. The game's effectiveness relies on secrecy. For the rest of the year you will look upon your classmates, and know their deepest secrets. We entrust these secrets to each other and they will remain such for the rest of our lives. Remember. You can tell our secrets, but we can also tell yours.
"This is how the game is played. You will ask the question to the person directly to your right. I will start with a question directed towards Pansy. It will end with…who's at the end? In the back row?" He peered into the audience, and Harry raised his hand. "Good. And Potter will ask me his question, bringing the group full circle.
"There is only one warning in this game. Those who refuses to answer their question will die. Several deaths have been reported, the most recent one in 1973—"
"That's a load of crap, Malfoy," Hermione shouted out from the back row. "It's never been proven that those deaths have a link. Yes, they were all seventh years who died on November first, but none of them died the same way."
"Shut up, Granger. Have a sense of tradition, will you?" Hermione did not reply. "Alright then. Lets get started, shall we?"