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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to siriuslupin2002( ) for being my first review for this fic. Thank you siriuslupin2002( ).
Chapter 2: The Questions
"I call first!" Amelia yelled.
"No, oh dear god no! You will go last!" Harry screamed in terror/explained while getting looks. "She is evil at this game. EVIL! If she asks you a question don't, for the life of you, say dare! Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh yes, the infamous runway. I dared Harry to wear any outfit of my choice and do the cats walk. Just for the record Harry, I thought that 'Hello Kitty' went very well with your eyes." Amelia responded wickedly while everyone was picturing it and/or shuddering at it.
"I'll start. Ron, truth or dare?" Hermione asked.
"Truth." Ron answered too afraid to do a dare.
"First crush" Hermione smiled sweetly.
"Madeline Marshall" Ron replied while turning pinkish.
"Harry, first girl you kissed" Ron asked.
Harry and Amelia both turned bright red at this. "Um…I kissed Amelia as my first kiss when we were younger."
"Amelia, truth or dare?"
"Dare." Harry smiled at this.
"I dare you to kiss-"
"If you say Draco, you'll regret it."
"I'll survive somehow. Draco."
"You are so dead Harry, you do realize that right?" Amelia seethed.
"Yeah, yeah, go on and kiss him. And this, my dear, is payback for the teapot"
"Hello Potter, how w-" Draco exclaimed.
Eww. It felt nasty. Like kissing a hairball. Gross. Or a dying jellyfish, whichever one is nastier.
To say that Draco was shocked would be an understatement. He was slightly disturbed, but in a pleasant way. Like when you microwave Peeps, except for you've microwaved them for too long, and they blow up. You're sad because you didn't get to eat the peep, but you're overjoyed at the mess it created.
"You'll regret that conclusively Harry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and puke so that the horrible taste of you Draco will be covered up by the seemingly delightful in comparison taste of puke." Amelia said before she rushed to the nearest bathroom with her toothbrush.
"What was that?" Draco asked in an almost dreamy state.
"That apparently was 20 Questions with Harry and Amelia." Ron said, still amazed that somebody, who wasn't a Slytherin, would actually go through on a dare like that.
"I'm leaving" Draco said as soon as the dream state wore off.
"Trip on your way out!" Harry smiled cheekily.
"Don't worry, I'm not like Weasley."
"Damn, does everyone have to continue to tease me about that?" Ron asked.
"Of coarse we do Ron, don't be like Harry." Hermione put in.
"Hey!"
A/N: The jokes at the end about being like Ron is because Ron fell on his butt(mentioned earlier in this fic, but in the books, it didn't really happen). Also, being like Harry jokes were because he 'was always a little off'. , R and R, bye, Jackie G.
