A/N This takes place in the trio's fifth year, and btw, since 'Hr/? and H/? fics have becom
~In Snape's Room~
"Fred, do ya have it?" George Weasly whispered to his twin. They were planning for the ultimate truth or dare, for which the needed a truth potion. The stongest, Veritserum, would do best for their mission. Every 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th year was going to party all night in the world biggist truth or dare circle. Even the Slytherins were attending.
"Nope, but Iris does." Fred came through the doorway jerking his head at the 5th year Slytherin female. The only one of her house that Gryffindors didn't dislike, Iris was known well among the students for playing tricks. She did them on every house, including her own, and would sometimes take a bit out of her Cat Carmels, just for laughs. Iris walked through the secret passage, her coal black ponytailed hair struggling fruitlessly against it's ties. She put a hand on it, deep purple sparks flaring to calm it down.
"You really think this'll be enough for all those people?" Iris asked, tilting her head.
"Yep. All you need is one drop. And bing! Bam! Boom! They're spilling out their secret love to you in a heartbeat.
"What do ya reckon Goyle's secret love'll be?"
Iris grinned wickedly. "Weeeeeeeeeeeeell... I found a picture of Crabbe under his bed with hearts all over it."
"Forget it. I didn't want to know... By the way, how did you get into the boys dormitorys?"
"We females have our ways. Let's leave it at that."
George took the Veritserum from her and held it up. "Deal is, we have to tell one of our secrets. Iris, you first." Sighing, Iris tilted her head back, and swallowed a drop of it. Fred and George leaned over, confered, and George straightend, anouncing their question. "What did you do to get into the Slytherin fifth years dormitories?" he asked looking at her struggling face.
"I'm going to the dance With Draco."
"WHAT?"
"WHAT?" They choresed.
"Hey! No fair asking me that. He asked me anyway. He's kinda cute, and he's nice. Don't give me that look! To Slytherins he is!"
"Okay. I'll have to call Mungo's and report your size straight jacket."
"HEY!"
"Sorry, but Malfoy's a jerk. For Merlin's sake, his last name means: Bad Mistake!"
"Hmph. Just take a drop of the dang potion." Fred and George each took a drop. "Okay, now who do you have a crush on?"
"Alicia."
"Angilinia"
"HEY!"
"HEY!" Iris stuffed her hand in her fist, laughing.
A/n II Very bad. But..... Hermione MAY NOT end up with Draco. Iris may not end up with Draco. VOTE! VOTE!