Spin
an Eighth Year fic HP fanfic by canoncansodoff

A/N: A different female bus passenger on a different route reading "50 Shades of Gray" on the commute home last night? Holy cow, I'm seeing a trend here.

Once the game gets started I subdivided and numbered each section. That way, if you get bored or don't care for an individual challenge you can simply skip ahead. Only half of the second set of 10 challenges have been set for the next chapter, so if anyone thinks that they have a killer truth or dare, let me know.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, no money being made, etc., etc.

oo00OO00oo

Chapter 2

A dueling training dummy stood in the corner where the tent would have been pitched, the book shelves were filled with works of a far more violent nature, and there was an overall level of untidiness. Once you got past all that, however, Harry's teaching assistant's office was very similar to Hermione's. But if you were going to compare the conversations that took place in each office that afternoon?

Not so much.

Same for the drinks taken during the respective conversations…once he had listened to his best friend's initial sales pitch, Harry bypassed his chill box and went straight for the bottle of firewhisky that was stashed in a desk drawer.

"I can't understand why you think this is a good idea," The-Boy-Who-Won muttered, as he poured stiff measures into two glasses. Setting the opened bottle onto the coffee table, he handed a glass to Hermione, then sat back down next to her on the couch. "You know why Lavender and Parvati are doing this."

"Yes, but so long as we go into the party with our eyes wide open…and there's a chance that playing the game would actually help…"

Harry snorted. "Help make my embarrassment complete," he disagreed. "You know that with my luck that the truth about…certain things…will come out. Cheers?"

Hermione repeated, "Cheers" as they clinked glasses together. She took a small sip, and considered her response to Harry's concerns while she waited for the steam to pass.

"Not necessarily," she finally declared. "You could always choose dares, or choose truths with people you trust, or people who wouldn't think to ask that kind of question, and even if they did then there's always the worst-case alternative option."

"How would me getting naked not make the situation any less obvious?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry…just because you might not be creaming your jeans or sporting a stiffy from the word go doesn't mean that…remember what I told you about the beaches this summer? It's the guys who couldn't keep their excitement from showing who were embarrassed...or who were at least supposed to be embarrassed."

"But…that's a different situation, and…there would be different expectations, depending on how the game was played, right?"

"Harry, you've got to remember that this isn't your fault, and that the situation isn't permanent!"

"Then why can't we wait to play this game?" Harry asked. "Even if everyone knew up front…what's that saying about never having a second chance to make a first impression?"

His close friend smiled. "So is there somebody that you really would want to make that kind of good first impression on, then? Or maybe it's someone you'd like to make a good impression in?"

"Hermione!" Harry rebuked. shaking his head in disbelief as the other teen grinned. He took another swallow of firewhisky and asked, "So why do you want to play this game?"

The Muggleborn shrugged. "Because naughty dares and candid truths might be just what the Healer ordered?"

Harry laughed derisively. "Merlin, Hermione if you think that I'm suffering for a lack of stimulating input, between what was liberated from Filch's office for medicinal purposes, or the mental exercises I'm supposed to do daily, or how I wake up most mornings…and with whom…"

"Shush!" Hermione hissed, glancing reflexively towards the closed office door. "That last one is to help with your nightmares, right? It has nothing to do with your other issues…right?"

"Erm…yeah. Right."

"Because it's only because of the first issue that McGonagall is turning a blind eye towards how you are getting help with the second issue!"

"Okay, okay…I stand corrected. As usual."

Hermione gave Harry a curt nod, then quickly overcame that sense of gratified correctness and leaned her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Would it help if you knew that I had my own reasons for wanting to at least try a game with just the other three?"

"Really?" Harry asked. "But if Neville is the only other guy playing, and he's taken and his fiancé will be right there…that would just leave Susan…not that there would be anything wrong with that…"

This observation earned Harry a slap on his thigh. "Harry! I know you're just trying to rile me up, but…imagine if I really was interested in hooking up with Susan?"

The teen-aged wizard's eyes glazed over a bit as he stared straight ahead towards the fireplace.

"Harry?"

"What? Oh, sorry…I was just doing what you asked."

"What was that?"

"Imagining you and Susan hooking up."

"You are an incorrigible berk sometimes, you know that?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't suppose you're suffering from insatiable curiosity?"

"Over what?"

"Oh, I don't know…curious over what it's like to play silly games like normal teen-agers, or curious over just how far the others would go, or curious whether my dares are going to be even half as devious as yours will be tonight..."

"Tonight?" asked Hermione. "So you've decided to play, then?"

The teen-aged wizard shrugged. "As long as it's just the five of us…so why do you think Susan's interested in playing, then?"

"Aside from the obvious reasons?"

"Which are…?"

"Because you are playing and she's anxious to see Neville back up Hannah's claim?"

"What claim?"

"That his is bigger than…oh, never mind," said Hermione. "That came out this afternoon, and we all agreed not to talk about what was revealed."

"You mean when the four of you played a practice round?"

"Yeah."

"Well, now you have piqued my interest...you think that she's in the market, then?"

"Of course she is," Hermione replied. "Although…you do know that her shopping list is more constrained that most girls, right?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I know… enforced bigamy just to keep certain Ancient House names alive is already on my list of fucked-up things to see changed in the Wizarding World."

"Not interested, then?"

Harry leaned forward to set his empty glass on the table, then remained hunched forward as he rested his chin in his hands.

"I think that I should focus on being able to keep one witch happy first…don't you?"

Hermione sighed as she reached out and rubbed Harry's back.

"It's not your fault, and it's only temporary."

"But what if…"

"Enough with the what ifs," Hermione declared. "So, tonight…my office…nine o'clock."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Don't forget to shower. And wear your red boxer shorts…you know, the ones with the fluttering snitch?"

Harry frowned. "Really? Do I get to pick out which knickers you get to wear?"

Hermione smiled. "You'd rather I wear something other than my green thong?"

A breath caught in Harry's throat. "No, that will do nicely. Going to wear the matching lace bra as well?"

"It's always good to be color coordinated, don't you think?"

Harry shook his head. "You're going to give poor Neville a heart attack…"

"We'll see about that," Hermione replied. "As for you…slacks, a nice dress shirt…just make sure it adds up to five."

"What adds up to five?"

"The number of items that you wear tonight."

"Are we playing Truth or Dare or strip poker?"

"Oooh, I hadn't thought about that!"

"Oh, right! You've never thought about what it would be like to play strip poker."

"Well, okay…I meant that I hadn't thought about playing strip poker tonight."

"So why count clothing, then?"

"Just in case?"

Harry thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Fair enough."

oo00OO00oo

Four hours later, five teen-agers found themselves in Hermione's office, with drinks in hand and nervous smiles on their faces. In honor of the occasion, they were all wearing Muggle outfits. Hermione had on a classic "little black dress" that revealed a lot of leg but only a modest amount of cleavage. Hannah's halter-top dress was cut just above the knee, while Susan's white strapless cocktail dress had a plunging neckline that accentuated her assets nicely (but not too brazenly). Harry's arm didn't have to be twisted too tightly to get him to unbutton the top three buttons of his cobalt blue dress shirt shirt. It was harder to get Neville to ditch the rep tie, as he was counting it as one of his five items of clothing. The girls solved that problem by lifting up his trouser leg and wrapping the silk tie around one of his dragonskin boots.

Hannah gave Hermione an odd look when the Muggleborn suggested that they play the game in front of the fireplace.

"Wouldn't there be more privacy if we used the sitting area inside the tent?"

Hermione shrugged. "Office hours are over, the door is magically locked, and I beefed-up the perimeter warding."

"But…"

"You aren't suggesting that I allow anything improper to take place within the tent, are you?"

"Erm, no," Hannah quickly replied. "Not at all."

"Good," said Hermione, as she sat down in the same seat that she had used that afternoon. "So we're all agreed that we play the game out here and that any dares have to be completed inside this room, but outside the tent?"

The others agreed to this stipulation as they took their own seats. Hannah and Neville made room for Harry on the couch, with Hannah in the middle and Harry on her left, closer to Hermione's chair.

"Harry knows what we've already agreed upon," Hermione stated. "You don't get to challenge a person twice until you have challenged everyone else at least once, you can't force somebody to show their bits with a dare, and you can avoid having to do a dare or answer a question by stripping naked…for how long, though?"

"How about you have to stay naked until it's your turn again?" asked Susan.

Hermione glanced towards the other three and noted head nods and shrugs of approval.

"So we're agreed on that point," she decided. "Now, Hannah and Neville…did you two eventually get around to discussing other dare limits this afternoon?"

"Yes, we did," Hannah said. "We were thinking…we play until everyone gets the chance to challenge everyone else. And we limit sexual contact or conduct to ten seconds of over-the-clothing groping or grinding."

While Susan and Harry wrapped their minds around the thought of groping or being groped, Hermione worked out the math.

"So if we play until everyone has challenged everyone else…that's a total of twenty challenges. If we average five minutes per challenge, and factor in breaks…that's two…two and a half hours?"

Hannah shrugged. "Works for us."

"Not like I've got anything better to do," Susan said.

"Does that mean you rather be doing something else right now?" Hannah teased.

"Of course not!"

While the two friends bantered, Hermione walked over to her desk and lifted a small Muggle white board off of the wall. She brought the board back, set it down on the coffee table, and sketched out a five-by-five box grid using a dry-erase marker.

"What are you doing?" Susan asked, as Hermione wrote each of their names both across the top row and down the first column.

"Keeping track with a matrix," the Muggleborn replied. "Names on the left indicate who makes the challenge, and the names along the top are for whomever gets challenged."

"I don't get it," said Neville.

"It's a way of figuring out who we've already asked, and who hasn't yet asked us," Harry offered. "See my name on the top of the left column? Let's say that I get to go first…when I pick somebody, Hermione will go across my row and place a check mark in the corresponding box. Those check marks she's making right now down the diagonal account for the fact that we couldn't challenge ourselves."

"I was actually planning on placing numbers in the boxes instead of check marks," said Hermione. "That way we can keep track of who hasn't been challenged in a while."

"Did you just come up with this idea, or is it something you worked out when you were correcting the flaws in all of those stories you read?" asked Susan.

"Oh, hush!" Hermione chided. Having completed the grid, she glanced towards Hannah and said, "Just to be clear…the limit on contact is ten seconds of over-the-clothing groping?"

"Don't forget the grinding," Susan quipped.

"So are we set to start, then?" Hermione asked.

"You tell us," Harry teased.

An elbow to his ribs encouraged Neville to speak up.

"Well, actually…"

"Yes, Neville?"

"We just thought that if stripping starkers is going to be a penalty in a game that otherwise limits nudity, then there out to also be some kind of naughty act penalty too."

"A naughty act penalty?" asked Harry.

Hermione nodded. "It makes sense, actually. So this worst-case scenario naughty act will be way naughtier than ten seconds of over the clothing gropes and grinds?"

"Like how naughty?" Harry asked warily.

"And is this going to be in place of getting naked?" asked Susan.

Hannah replied, "We thought it might be an alternative option to stripping starkers, in case a person couldn't work up the nerve to expose their bits."

"So what do you have in mind, then?" Hermione asked.

Neville looked at his fiance and said, "Go on, then...this was your idea."

Hannah let out a deep breath. "Okay, fine…how does ten bare-bottom spankings sound?"

Susan squealed. "Oooh…that sounds very…you do know that some people might actually like that kind of penalty, right?"

"Speaking from experience, Susie?" Hermione asked.

The strawberry blonde-haired witch waggled her eyebrows.

"Ask me a question that I don't want to answer and you might just find out."

"What do you think, Harry?" Susan asked.

The teen-aged wizard pursed his lips. "Who gets to choose which penalty is paid?"

"I think that the person paying the penalty should be able to choose," said Hermione. "That would be consistent with knowing what the worst-case scenario would be up front, and having personal control over the what and the when."

"And with not wanting to be spanked, too," Harry added.

Susan smiled. "Sounds good to me…are all of you sure about this, though?"

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Unless you keep asking if we're sure."

"Oaths…or trust?" asked Hermione.

They decided that they all trusted each other well enough not to have to risk unintentionally running afoul of oaths. Susan suggested that a round or two of Spin the Bottle might make everyone a little more relaxed. The others thought that another round or two of drinks would be more effective. Hermione did spin one of her empty butterbeer bottles, but this was just to determine who went first.

When the bottle came to rest it was pointing towards Neville.

oo00O 1 O00oo

"Hermione…truth or dare?"

The Muggleborn witch studied Neville's face for a moment, before deciding, "Dare!"

"Play the next round wearing only your bra and knickers."

"Oh, Sweet Morgana!" Susan exclaimed brightly. "Got your full Gryffindor hanging out there, Nev?"

"Won't have anything hanging out if you keep asking him easy questions," Hermione suggested. She then rose from her chair, and without any fanfare or hesitation pulled the little black dress up over her head.

"Wow!" Susan gasped.

Harry bravely serenaded his best friend with a tongue-in-cheek wolf whistle.

"Why, thank you for the complement, Harry!"

"Definitely setting the bar high for this game," said Hannah, as she watched Hermione lean down and place the number '1' at the whiteboard intersection of Neville's row and her column. She then said, "Oh look, Neville, her knickers are the same shade of green as Harry's eyes!"

"They are, aren't they?" Susan laughed.

Not hearing her boyfriend's response, Hannah turned towards Neville and caught him staring down towards the floor.

"Neville…didn't we talk about this? It's okay for you to look…just as long as you don't ogle."

"Pretty much required that you do look, Neville," Hermione agreed, as she folded her dress. "It's up to the person who issues the dare to decide whether it has been successfully completed."

"Sounds like you completed it well enough."

Hermione giggled as she sat back down and gracefully crossed her legs. "Neville?"

The teen-aged wizard summoned up the courage necessary to glance in Hermione's direction. Dislodging the breath that got caught in his throat when he spotted the thin side strap of the green thong, Neville managed to stammer out, "But what about the shoes and stockings?"

"Yeah, good point," Susan agreed.

"Foot fetish, Nev?" Hermione teased, as she slipped off her heels, then lifted each leg in the air and pushed down her black thigh-high stockings.

"Have to wait a turn to ask that one," Hannah quipped.

Hermione shrugged as she dropped her stockings onto the folded dress that she had placed by the side of her chair.

"Fair enough."

oo00O 2 O00oo

"Susan?"

"Yes, Hermione?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Oh, right. Dare, I guess."

The Muggleborn witch smiled as she leaned forward and wrote the number '2' in Susan's column.

"Fake a screaming orgasm."

Harry eyes went wide as Neville choked on some spittle and coughed violently. Neville's fiancé was too busy laughing her arse off to help by slapping him on the back.

"Sure, laugh now, Han…your turn is next," Susan warned.

This warning, when combined with the dangerous gleam in her friend's eyes, quieted the laughing teen rather quickly.

Susan turned towards Hermione and asked, "I thought that we didn't have to get naked for dares?"

"Do you have to be naked in order to fake a screaming orgasm?"

"But what about not having to do more than grope or be groped?"

"Do you really need to grope or be groped in order to fake a screaming orgasm?"

The strawberry blonde-haired witch sighed as she considered her options. Not having ever seen "When Harry Met Sally," Susan didn't realize that she could fake both the orgasmic end and the means to get there. And she really didn't want to reach down and rub right there in front of Neville and Harry if she didn't have to…at least not so early in the game…so she turned her chair so that it faced away from the couch, then pushed it closer towards the wall.

Satisfied with this new furniture arrangement, Susan returned to her seat and slouched way down, so that Harry and Neville couldn't see what she was doing. They couldn't see any part of Susan at all, actually...at least not until she hiked up her dress, and braced her feet high up against the wall.

Hermione could see more of the witch from the side, but the chair arm blocked her view of Susan's crotch. So while the Muggleborn spotted the other witch reaching inside the front of her knickers, she had to guess just as much as the other three if Susan's fingers were actually making contact as her moaning steadily crescendo'ed towards a full-throated, "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck YES!"

Once the shouting and the leg trembling subsided, Susan sat up and flashed a saucy smile in Hermione's direction.

"Was that good enough for you?"

Hermione stared back at Susan for a moment before releasing a snort of air from her nose.

"I could ask you the same thing, Luv."

"Couldn't you tell?" the now-sweaty witch asked, as she pushed her dress back down and pushed her chair back towards its original position. Susan chuckled when she spotted the shocked looks on Harry's and Neville's faces.

"Was it something I said?" she teased.

oo00O 3 O00oo

After draining her butterbeer bottle, Susan made good on her threat and said, "Hannah…truth or dare?"

"Dare?"

"Show us how you can deep throat Big Blue."

"What?"

"You heard me, Hannah."

Harry chuckled. "Do I dare ask what…or who…Big Blue is?"

"Hannah names her toys," said Susan.

"But…what…why…I don't have that here!"

"Why not?" asked Susan.

"Why would I carry that…with me?" Hannah asked.

"Saves the need to run back to the dorms when the need arises, wouldn't it?"

"But why would I even need to…"

"Yes, yes…I guess there's really no need when you've got a willing fiance and ready access to Hermione's tent, huh?" Susan teased. "No matter. Hey…maybe you can ask Harry to summon it for you, like he did with his broomstick during the First Task?"

"He can't do that!" Hannah declared.

"Why not?" asked Susan. "It's the same shape and nearly the same size as his broomstick."

"Speaking from experience?" Hannah quipped.

"Wait your turn, Luv," Susan countered.

Hermione giggled. "Can you just imagine if Harry did cast an Accio spell? What would people would say as they watched it fly through the castle corridors like a missile?"

"Duck?" asked Harry. "Not that I would do that, though."

Susan laughed as she reached for her purse. "Well, good thing that I planned for this in advance, then, isn't it?"

Hannah gasped as she watched her navy blue dildo emerge from Susan's fist-sized purse.

"Aren't expansion charms fun?" Susan asked. "You can hold all sorts of things in there, just in case!"

"I can't believe that you…"

"Here, I'll even help set it up," Susan offered.

This "help" consisted of using a sticking charm to fix the base of "Big Blue" onto the top of the coffee table, along the edge closest to the fireplace.

"You do have options, Hannah," Hermione noted, as she wrote the number '3' in the correct box.

"Yes, I know," the witch replied.

Hannah chose not to exercise these options, much to the surprise of her boyfriend and the amusement of the others. She walked around to the other side of the coffee table, dropped to her knees, and grabbed the base of the dildo in her hand. The very talented witch then earned a loud round of applause when she suppressed her gag reflex long enough to touch her nose to the table surface. Hannah then pulled back off, cancelled the sticking charm, and tossed the dildo towards Hermione.

"Put that someplace safe, please?" she asked.

"Now that sounds like a fun dare!" Susan said with a laugh.

Hannah turned back towards her best friend, muttered something about revenge being served cold, then in a much clearer voice insisted that they would have a little chat later that night about how Susan had pilfered the toy from Hannah's trunk.

oo00O 4 O00oo

For the fourth challenge of the evening, Hannah took Hermione's advice from earlier that day and challenged Neville. When he chose 'truth,' Hannah asked her fiance to describe the ideal characteristics of a second wife. The shocked reaction of the others to this question had far more to do with who had asked it than with its overall level of prurience.

Neville thought for a moment, then said that if he had to take on a second wife that the most ideal characteristic would be her ability to get along with his first wife. He then went on to say that this person would have to have a pretty damn good reason for needing to be somebody's second wife, and that it also wouldn't hurt if she was friendly, discrete, and pretty.

Hannah said, "Good answer," and rewarded Neville with a kiss. The other three thought that they might know why that question was asked, but didn't know how they should react if their suspicions proved correct. They also wondered if this would come up again later in the game.

oo00O 5 O00oo

As Hermione remembered to write down "4" in the correct box, Neville made the fifth challenge to Harry. The raven-haired wizard replied with "Truth."

Harry didn't know quite what to expect from Neville, and quickly regretted not having factored in this uncertainty.

"Right, so…" Neville stammered, rubbing the back of his head in nervousness.

"?"

"What?" Harry asked.

"Erm…have you ever…you know…secretly spied on a girl as she showered?"

Hannah shook her head. "No, it's more than that…spied on her while she was masturbating in the shower…right?"

Neville pointed towards his fiancé. "What she said."

"Shite!" Harry muttered to himself.

"Harry?" asked Hermione.

"Hold on, I'm thinking."

They all sat there silently for a few moments, until Harry reached a decision and reached down to unbuckle his belt.

"Sweet Merlin! He's actually going to…"

"No he isn't," Hermione interjected. The Muggleborn turned towards Harry and said, "You don't need strip down, you goof. There'd be no reason to avoid answering that question if the answer was no, so obviously, if you're even considering getting naked, then the answer is yes."

"Hey, no fair helping!" Susan protested. "What if he's really embarrassed about the fact that he hasn't spied on somebody that way? Or maybe he's just looking for an excuse to get naked?"

"You wish!" Hermione chided.

"And you don't?" Susan retorted.

"Doesn't matter," Harry interrupted. "Hermione is too smart for my own good. The answer is yes."

"Yes, but who did you spy on?" asked Hannah.

Harry snorted.

"Sorry, Hannah…but that wasn't part of your question."

"You mean it wasn't part of Neville's question?"

"Is there a difference?" asked Hermione.

"Where would you two even come up with that sort of question?" Harry asked.

"Okay, then…that's a big number '5' in Harry's column," Hermione announced loudly. "So it's Harry's turn, and since everybody has been challenged now, he can feel free to challenge anyone he wants."

"Except for Neville?" asked Hannah. "Because he just challenged Harry."

"Yes, yes…could you hint any more clearly Hermione?" Susan whined.

"Hint about what?" asked Harry.

"That she wants to be challenged again so that she can put her dress back on?"

"Oh, right," said Harry. "Hermione, truth or dare?"

oo00O 6 O00oo

"So is this like a cover-yourself boyfriend and girlfriend give each other a break thing?" Hannah teased.

The bushy-haired witch ignored the remark and replied, "Truth!"

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and asked, "What's the raciest outfit that you wore out in public when you went on holiday with your parents?"

Hermione giggled. "Sunscreen and a pair of sunglasses."

"What about them?" asked Neville.

"They're my answer," Hermione replied.

Hannah sucked in a deep breath. "Really, Hermione? You were naked…on holiday…naked with your naked parents?"

The Muggleborn shook her head. "Well, not exactly. I did go on holiday with my parents to France this past August…and we did go to a beach that had a clothing optional area…and we did visit that part of the beach, but not at the same time."

"What do you mean?" asked Neville.

Hermione turned to Harry and asked, "I don't have to answer that as part of the challenge, do I?"

The teen-aged wizard shook his head. "No, but it would be nice if you did."

"Okay, okay," said Hermione. "So my mum and dad visited the nude beach first day, but I didn't suck up enough courage to do the same until our last few days there, and even then it was only with my mum."

"Were you too embarrassed to be naked in front of your father?"

"No, I was too afraid that he would embarrass me if he caught boys looking in my direction."

Susan shook her head in disbelief. "You are serious? You visited a beach and took off all of your clothes in front of complete strangers?"

"Well, no," Hermione explained. "I was with my mum, and like I said…I was wearing sunglasses and sunscreen."

"I don't believe you!" Susan declared.

Hermione walked around the corner of the table so that she was facing the couch with her back towards the fireplace.

Neville gasped.

"What?" asked Hannah.

"Nothing!" he hissed, wondering to himself where the back of Hermione's knickers had gone missing. His brainfreeze only grew colder when Hermione cupped the front of her green thong with one hand, so that it stayed in place when she reached behind and pulled the thin strap away from her bum.

"See any tan lines, Susan?" Hermione asked.

Hannah shook her head. "That's really not playing fair, you know."

"What do you mean?" asked Harry. "I certainly think Hermione went above and beyond meeting my challenge?"

"Well, yeah…that's the point," Hannah replied. "Here she was, making the idea of stripping down starkers to be some incredibly naughty penalty, when she's already done it herself!"

"All's fair in love and truth or dare," Hermione quipped, as she slipped her dress back on.

She didn't bother with the shoes and stockings.

oo00O 7 O00oo

"Hannah…truth or dare?"

The former Hufflepuff sized up Hermione and replied, "Dare."

"Okay…change your lipstick shade so that it matches the color of your other lips."

The color drained completely from Hannah's face.

"You…I can't be…so did that come from one of those wank stories of yours, or did you come up with that bit of debauchery all on your own?"

Hermione smiled. "Got the idea from a movie, actually."

Harry decided right then there that he wasn't going to talk, or move, or shift his gaze away from the fireplace until it was somebody else's turn…it was safer, and gave him more time to wonder about his best friend's movie selections.

"Doesn't this violate the no nudity rule?" Neville wondered.

"It doesn't have to," Hermione countered. "If Hannah doesn't know offhand, then all she needs is a conjured mirror, and maybe a Lumos spell…or a good friend, if you think about it..."

Susan giggled, then expelled a fake cough that sounded suspiciously like, "Neville!"

"Oh do be quiet!" Hannah whined.

"It's your own fault," Susan countered. "What did you think that she'd dare you to do after I had to fake an orgasm… sing 'I'm a little teapot'?"

"Sod off!" Hannah muttered.

Susan didn't back down. "Hey this is kind of like Harry's dilemma isn't it?" she asked. "If you try to avoid completing the dare by stripping naked, then we'd still be able to see what the right shade would be!"

Hannah made a point of glancing down at Hermione's white board. "Well, look at that…and it's my turn next, isn't it?" she asked.

"It is once you finish your turn," noted Hermione.

"Ok, let's get this over with," Hannah said, pulling her fiance up to his feet.

"Where are we going?" Neville asked.

"You know the color-changing charm, right?"

"Oooh, saucy!" said Susan. "Is he going to work off of memory, then? Do we have to worry if the color has changed since the last time he got a close-up view?"

"You really are a pervert, Susan!"

"Says the witch who asked me how many fingers I stuffed up my fanny?"

Harry almost broke his vow of temporary silence at that point, but managed to get by with only having his eyebrows arch up towards his hair line.

Hannah had decided that Neville wouldn't work from memory, and that hiding behind the tent wasn't the same thing as actually being inside the tent. So she dragged him into that hidden corner of the office, and emerged thirty seconds later with a blushing boyfriend and a new shade of lipstick that was definitely pinker than it had previously been.

oo00O 8 O00oo

Hannah barked, "Susan…truth or dare…and if you try to wimp out by choosing truth, so help me…."

"Hey, now…we're all just having some naughty fun, right?" Susan asked. "No hard feelings?"

"We're waiting…."

"Okay, be that way," said Susan. "And just to prove that some of us are good sports, I pick dare."

"Good," her former housemate replied. "I dare you to let somebody play with your nipples for ten seconds."

"Through her clothing?" Hermione clarified.

"Yeah, through her top," said Hannah.

If the aggrieved witch had been expecting Susan to blow up with outrage at the challenge, she was disappointed. Instead, the strawberry blonde-haired witch calmly walked over to Hermione's chair and sat down on the Muggleborn's lap, facing the couch.

"A bit of help?" she asked the surprised witch.

"Really?" Hermione squeaked.

Susan shrugged. "Hannah didn't specify that it had to be a boy who played with my baps, did she?"

Hermione shook her head and smiled, "No, I guess she didn't…you really want me to?"

Susan nodded as she took Hermione's hand and pressed it against her left breast.

"Please?"

Hermione nodded, and squeezed…and rose to the occasion. This caused a few other things to rise as well…her blush…Hannah's chagrin…Susan's nipples…Neville's erection…

The Muggleborn glanced over in Harry's direction as Susan rose from her lap, and found him staring back at her quite intensely. She broke that shared gaze and glanced down towards his lap, which was now covered by his hands and forearms.

But was Harry hiding his reaction to Hermione's playtime with another witch, or hiding the absence of a reaction? Hermione once again silently cursed the potions (or, more accurately, the counter-agents to those potions) that had put that question in play.

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"Yea, it's my turn now!" Susan exclaimed. "Harry?"

The-Boy-Who-Just-Watched cleared the cobwebs and smiled.

"I'm game."

"Meaning…?"

"Dare."

"Swap knickers with Hermione for the rest of the game."

Susan was sad to see the two teens accept the dare with just as much aplomb as she had just exhibited.

"Shall we?" Hermione asked, reaching for Harry's hand. "Unless you want to do it right here?"

"No, that's okay," he replied, as he took the offered hand and stood up from the coach.

They kept holding hands as they disappeared behind the tent.

"Hmmm...did anyone else just notice how comfortable those two were with the idea of swapping their skivvies in front of each other?" Susan whispered.

Hannah nodded. "Something to think about as the game goes on."

After some giggling and whispering, Harry and Hermione reemerged from behind the tent looking exactly the same as when they had disappeared.

"Changed your mind?" asked Susan.

"Of course not, we changed our shorts," Harry claimed.

Hannah looked back over her shoulder towards Harry and Hermione and asked, "But how can we tell?"

The two friends smiled. Hermione pulled the hem of her black dress up above her waist, exposing Quidditch-themed boxer shorts underneath. Harry then reached down and hiked up his left trouser leg a bit, exposing Hermione's green thong wrapped around his ankle much the same way that Neville's tie was wrapped around boot.

"Good enough?" Harry asked.

"As long as this means that you're going regimental right now," Susan replied with a wink.

"Well, then, who is next?" Hermione asked, as she walked back towards her whiteboard.

"My pick, right?" asked Harry.

"Yes, but…if you challenge Neville, then everyone will have been picked twice. And we'll also be halfway through."

"Good time for a break, then," Susan interjected. "I need to pee…we can still use the tent for that, right?"

Hermione chuckled. "You don't have to ask for permission, Susan...you also didn't need to wait either."

"And run the risk of missing something?" Susan asked. She crossed her legs and said, "I can wait."

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"Well, then let's get to it," Harry agreed. "Neville…truth or dare?"

The teen-aged wizard laughed. "I'll give Susan a break…it will be quicker to answer a truth."

"Okay, then," Harry replied. "If I was really nasty, I would have you tell me what you thought would be the best question to ask Hannah if I wanted to see her get naked."

"Oh! That is nasty…good one, Harry!" said Hermione.

"Thank you," Harry replied. He spotted Neville's fiance chewing nervously on her lower lip and said, "And relax, Hannah…I'm not going to ask him that question."

"Why not?" Susan asked.

"Because Neville would gallantly refuse to answer?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So I've already seen Neville's dangly bits more than enough times in the Gryffindor gang showers," said Harry.

"But we haven't!" Susan whined.

Harry glanced over at the whiteboard. "So wait your turn, and ask him yourself, Sue."

"Oh…alright, then. Thanks for the suggestion!"

Neville moaned. "Yeah…thanks a lot."

"You're welcome," said Harry. "So, in the meantime…another question…let's keep it simple..."

"Simple and quick?" asked Susan.

"Alright, Neville," Harry decided. "What is the most number times that you've wanked in one day?"

Hannah's fiance sighed. "Four?"

"Is that your final answer?" Hermione asked.

Neville thought for a few more minutes, then shrugged.

"Yeah, four."

"Fair enough...time for a lavatory break, then?"

Susan dashed towards the tent, with Hannah and Hermione close behind.

"I guess that's a yes," Harry decided.

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