Hey~ So this was inspired by an AWESOME fanfiction called *Truth or Dare* by * TheFatalIllusion* it's set pretty much before chapter 11 so if you want to understand read it before hand or you can just read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the 'Fun song'

PLEASE ENJOY THE CRACK! ^_^

Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Draco. "Truth or dare?" Draco looked slightly scared. "Let's get it over with. Dare." Everyone ( Hermione, Lucius, Ron, Ginny, and Severus) looked shocked and had pity in there eyes.

"Great." Harry smirked. "I dare you to..." He looked around the magic prison they were in and locked eyes with Lucius. "Cut Lucius' hair." A shocked gasp followed by an un-Malfoyish squeak of terror.

"NO! NOT THE HAIR! PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THE HAIR! PLEASE!" Lucius begged and cried.

"Sorry father. But I've been dared." He said with remorse. Slowly he turned towards Hermione with a smirk on his face. "Hermione! Give me some scissors." Draco exclaims with childish glee.

"Thanks for the sympathy there son." Lucius sarcastically says.

"You let the girls make me look like a drag queen, I get to cut your hair." Draco says. When Hermione gave Draco the scissors, he sinisterly walked towards his father with a crooked smile slowly snipping the scissors. Whimpering, Lucius backed away from Draco, but one glare from Voldemort had him standing still and waiting for the inevitable.

With one loud 'snip' Lucius' long flowing, platinum blond hair, was no more. Lucius bawled his eyes out over his lost, precious hair, while a loud, resounding 'clap' from an overly happy Harry, exclaimed, "Well! That's the end of the game!" He said with a bright smile.

"That's it? THAT'S IT?! No WINNER?! What have i been WASTING my time here for?" Voldemort shouts.

"It's not about winning. It's about having fun!" Harry cheerfully says.

"What's that?" Voldemort monotonously replies.

"Well fun is... It's kind of like... Sorta... What is fun? Harry contemplated. "Hmm. Let me spell it out for you." Harry clears his throat, and cheerfully behind to sing enthusiastically.

"F is for friends who do stuff together.

U is for you and me!

N is for anywhere and anytime at all!

Down here in the deep dark hole!"

"Now it's your turn!" Harry said while turning to look at a highly unimpressed Voldemort. With an angry monotone voice he sang.

"F is for fire that burns down the whole town.

U is for uranium... BOMBS!

N is for no surVIVORS! WHEN YOU...!" He screeches.

"TOM! That is NOT what fun is all about!" Harry scolds. "Now! Do it like this!"

"F is for friends who..."

"I will NOT" Voldemort sassily replies.

"Here. Let me help you out." Harry says while moving to stand behind Voldemort. Harry grabbed Voldemort's hands and started moving his arms to the best of the song.

"F is for friends who do stuff together.

U is you and me!

"Try it!" Harry offers with a smile.

"N is for anywhere and anytime at all!

Down here in the deep dark hole." They both finish.

"What is this feeling i feel. It's all tingly like. Should we stop?" Voldemort asks concerned.

"No silly! That's how your spouse to feel!"

"Well then... Let's DO IT AGAIN!" Voldemort shouts with happiness.

"Okay!"

"F is for frolic thorough all the flowers!

U is for ukulele!

N is for nose picking, sharing gum, and wand licking!

Here with my best buddyyyyyy" They both sang with large happy smiles on their face and arms draped over each other shoulders.

"Hahahahahaha. Hahahahahaha. Fufufufufuffu. Trolllololololol!"

They all linked arms and frolicked out of the magic prison, with yellow, pink, orange, and white flowers rained down upon their happy forms.

DOWN HERE IN THE DEEP DARK HOLE!"

*BOOM*

And then they skipped away from the explosion with flowers still raining down in all their bad-assery.

THE END!