Hiya guys! I'm on holiday now so I should have more frequent updates for the next couple of weeks. Thank you so much for all your reviews and I am glad you seem to be enjoying this, because I haven't got any flames yet! So, I own nothing, please review and on with the story! By the way, some mild bad language in this chapter, and let's just assume that everybody there is above the legal drinking age. Also some jibes are made towards Ron about being gay in this chapter, I just want to clarify I have nothing against gay or bisexual people, but Draco might…
Draco looked around the circle. "Aunty, dear, truth or dare?"
Bellatrix scowled. "Can we do something else please? Anything that we ask somehow morphs into arguments over each other's sex lives! Has anyone got any ideas?"
"Let's play musical chairs, and sing along to the lyrics! That way we can all be happy!" Voldermort sang.
"No," said Hermione, "Let's not. I think Bellatrix is right, though. Any thoughts on something else we could play?"
"Spin the bottle"
"Kiss the person"
"Would you rather"
"Name the potion"
"Never have I ever"
"Musical chairs"
Everybody started yelling their preferred games, until Hermione yelled at them to shut up.
"Ok, apart from 'name the potion," she glared at Snape, who just shrugged, "and musical chairs, those are all pretty good ideas. So it's between spin the bottle, kiss the person, would you rather and never have I ever. So, who votes spin the bottle?"
Narcissa and Luna raised their hands.
"Okay," said Hermione, "Kiss the person?"
Draco, Harry, Ron, Pansy, Ginny and Voldermort raised their hands. Upon a questioning look from Snape, Voldermort said, "I just love you all soooooooooo much!"
Hermione shook her head, "Right it seems we have a winner. Kiss the person it is. The rules are," she pulled a silk scarf out of her bag; "the person who is the 'kisser' has to wear this. They spin around and then try and catch someone. They then have to kiss that person, regardless of age or gender. Whilst the actual rules say you have to kiss on the lips, I'm putting in a clause that if the person is the same gender, there is a twenty year age difference, or they are related, you can if you choose kiss them on the cheek."
"Only if you choose to, right?" Bellatrix interjected, eyeing up Ron.
"Okay, I am never going to recover from that!" Hermione replied, and at least four people nodded their heads in agreement.
"Moving on," she continued, "The person has to kiss three people, then they give the scarf to the third person they 'catch'. Are we all clear?"
Everybody nodded, but before Hermione could say who was starting, Voldermort interrupted.
"I'm scrapping the Death Eaters!" he announced, "We shall instead be known as the Sparkly Rainbow Unicorn society, or for short, the Sparkies! Or the Rainies! Or just the Unicorns."
"How lovely," Hermione said sarcastically. "Back to the real world, who wants to go first?"
Bellatrix, Draco, Ginny and Pansy all raised their hands.
"Right," she sighed, getting up, "stand up, I'm going to throw this stick up in the air, whoever catches it goes first. Okay?"
They all shouted their agreements, and leapt up eagerly watching the stick in Hermione's hand like a bunch of over-enthusiastic and possibly crazy hawks. She sighed again, and threw it into the air. Being the tallest, Draco caught it with ease.
"Excellent!" he cried triumphantly, eyeing up Hermione. She smirked at him and gestured for everyone to get up. Handing the scarf to Draco, she faced the others.
"Last minute rules, stay within five metres of Draco, no climbing on gravestones, and no standing right in front of him, Pansy Parkinson!"
Pansy scowled, but tossed her hair over her shoulder in a pathetic attempt at nonchalance. Hermione grinned, and after checking Draco's eyes were covered, she shouted, "Go!"
"Let the first meeting of the Sparkly Rainbow Unicorn society commence!" Voldermort shrieked as he sprinted past Draco.
Draco spun round a few times before stumbling around like a zombie. Everybody zipped around him giggling and throwing jibes. Eventually Draco managed to grab a hold of someone, and when he removed his mask he gasped in horror at the face of Ron.
"I'm starting to think you are gay, Weaseley!" He grimaced.
"Am not!" Ron whined. Harry scoffed.
"Sure. So what was Viktor Krum again? Just a friend?"
"He's different," Ron complained, "he's not just a sportsman, he's an artist-"
"Oh my God, you are gay Weasel!" Draco exclaimed, horrified.
"He is not." Hermione said, approaching them.
"It would explain a lot," Snape murmured to Voldermort, who just ran up to Ron and embraced him in a monster hug.
"Don't worry, Ron!" he said, "You tell your Uncle Tom all about it!"
"He's not gay!" Hermione said again. "He's just, socially challenged!"
"Hey!" Ron whinged, "Coming from the socially constipated bookworm!"
"She's standing up for you, mate! Stop being such a berk!" Harry scolded him.
"More like stop being such a dickhead!" Draco grumbled.
"Silence!" Voldermort bellowed. "Now, as head of the Sparkly Rainbow Unicorn society, I officially expel you from the society, Ronald, for crimes against one of our deputies!" he said, gesturing to Hermione.
Hermione shrugged and stood next to him. "Beats being a Death Eater deputy any day!"
"I'm not gay!" Ron cried, "I can prove it!"
"How?" Harry asked, still annoyed with him.
"I love Hermione. But, I did like Viktor, and you have really nice hair Draco-"
"Sorry, Hermione's taken mate." Draco said, slinging an arm across Hermione. "And anyway, doesn't that make you bi?"
"Maybe," Ron scuffed his feet.
"I am not taken, Draco!" Hermione said, batting his arm off.
"But you could be."
"Sure I could. If I was asked first."
"Okay, want to be my girlfriend? We could go out to get a drink when we get out of here?"
"Sounds good to me!" Hermione grinned at him, and allowed him to drape his arm around her shoulders again.
"What just happened?"
"That's not fair! You love meeeeee!"
"That is just adorable!"
"If she were any other mudblood-"
"Honestly, Lucius, pull yourself together!"
"Incompetent fools"
"Are you getting married?"
"Oooh, can I come?"
"I have some lovely roses that would be perfect for the aisle!"
"Maybe if we twist Hermione's hair up-"
"Are you pregnant Hermione?"
"Is it a girl or a boy?"
"Can you name it after me?"
"No, it shall be named after its grandfather, Abraxas."
"What if it's a girl?"
"Abraxa, duh!"
"Do you want me to babysit?"
"BLOODY HELL!" Draco yelled, "IT'S JUST ONE DATE!"
Hermione giggled, "I think we are going a tiny bit crazy in here. Maybe we should get back to the game!"
Draco groaned, and faster than humanly possible, pecked Ron on the cheek and re-fastened his scarf. Everybody scattered again, some (Narcissa) quite disappointed that they weren't getting a grandchild quite so soon and others (Snape) questioning the sanity of the rest of the world.
The next person Draco bumped into was Luna, who was staring dreamily into space. After kissing her briefly on the lips, he started stumbling around again. The third person he bumped into was Pansy.
She puckered her lips and moved to snog him directly on the lips, but he managed to evade her.
"Not going to happen, Parkinson. I'm pretty sure we're probably related, anyway."
"Great-grandfather's cousin's side." Lucius confirmed.
"Inbred mutts" Harry muttered.
Draco smirked triumphantly at Pansy and briefly kissed her on the cheek.
"Guess that makes us related, Parkinson!"
He handed her the scarf, and she accepted it, scowling. Tying it around her eyes she stumbled around before bumping into Snape.
"Really?" she whined, eyeing the greasy Professor. He groaned, and then grudgingly bent down to offer her his cheek. She pecked it once before jumping back and wiping her mouth in disgust.
She then bumped into Voldermort, who kissed her right on the lips before she had a chance to complain.
"Gross!" she yelled, "How come I'm getting all the old ones?"
The last person she bumped into was Ginny, who she pecked on the cheek before handing her scarf over.
The first person Ginny bumped into was Harry, but unfortunately he was not as quick as Draco and was being snogged by her before he knew it. Luna furrowed her eyebrows and huffed, as jealous as she could be with her sweet disposition.
Ginny then, immensely satisfied, managed to catch Bellatrix. Despite the fact that Bellatrix fell into two of the three clauses, Ginny snogged her full on as well.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, but Draco just shook his head.
"If it has a mouth, she'll kiss it. Just like if it has a di-"
"Don't finish that sentence." Hermione interrupted, watching Ginny snog her next victim senseless.
Said victim was Lucius, and he managed to pry Ginny off after some effort. He looked at his wife, hoping that she would step in, but she just shrugged her shoulders and smirked at him.
"I bloody hate this game!" He muttered, shoving the blindfold over his eyes.
His first catch was Hermione, and they both groaned at each other. Hermione turned her head for him to kiss her cheek, but he stopped her.
"Not a chance. You're dating my son, so that kind of makes you family, and there is a twenty year age gap." He grabbed her hand and swiftly kissed the back of it, before shoving the blindfold back over his eyes.
"I'm pretty sure that's breaking the rules!" Harry interjected.
"I made up the rules." Hermione shot back at him.
Lucius then proceeded to bump into Voldermort, who kissed him right on the lips.
"Sweet Merlin," gasped Lucius, "have you gone mad my Lord?"
"Nope!" Voldermort grinned. "I am just so happy and I love all of yoooooooouuuuuuu!"
"Right, I think that's enough of that game!" Hermione said desperately. "Let's vote on the next one! Spin the bottle, would you rather or never have I ever? Hands up for spin the bottle."
Again, Narcissa and Luna raised their hands.
"Would you rather?"
Snape raised his hand.
"Never have I ever?"
Everybody else put their hands up.
"Okay. Let's play it with water."
"No!" Harry complained. "It's no fun without alcohol. I know you have some, Hermione!"
"I do not!" Hermione protested, but shut up when harry pulled a bottle of firewhiskey out of her bag.
"Really Hermione? I hadn't pegged you for a drinker…" Lucius asked.
"I'm not! Ron made me bring it!"
Upon several stares Ron huffed. "I get lonely."
"You told me it was in case one of us got injured and we needed alcohol to prevent infection!" Hermione gasped.
(AN: This is legit, people did and still do use alcohol on wounds to prevent infection.)
"Seriously Hermione? For the brightest witch of our age, you can be surprisingly dumb. We have wands, remember?" Harry said, albeit amused.
"Sure we do, but we've lost several wands so far, who says we won't have to use a more practical method of healing?"
"Well we won't, not as long as rainbow butt over there is happy not hunting us down!"
Voldermort looked scandalised. "As if I would hunt down a senior member of the Sparkly Rainbow Unicorn Society!"
Harry looked triumphantly at Hermione. "See?"
"Okay, you win. But be glad I have it; otherwise we would have to play this with water. Does anybody not know the rules?"
Several hands shot up in the air, and Hermione sighed.
"Okay. Basically, we will take it in turns going around the circle. A person will say something that they haven't ever done, for instance; 'never have I ever been to America". Anybody who hasn't been to America, has to do a shot of firewhiskey. I should have some shot glasses in my bag, courtesy of Ronald again. Do we all understand?"
"What happens if we have been to America?" Lucius asked.
"Then you don't have to do anything." She replied.
"What's the actual aim of the game?" Narcissa asked.
"To get completely pissed, that's what!" Harry grinned.
"Stupid children, do you not see the irresponsibility's of getting drunk here?" Snape drawled.
Draco shrugged, and grinned at him. "We do, but I've never seen you drunk before. I bet it'll be hilarious!"
"But it isn't fair!" Ron whined.
"Why not?"
"Because, some people here, like Mr Malfoy, will have much higher alcohol tolerances than the rest of us."
"So?" Hermione asked. "That's part of the fun, trying to get everybody as drunk as possible whilst remaining as sober as you possibly can. It's a game of strategy, Ronald."
Ginny snorted. "Only you would call a drinking game a game of strategy, Hermione!"
Hermione sighed and started lining up the glasses to fill with firewhiskey.
"When does the game end?" Bellatrix asked.
"When either the firewhiskey runs out or we are all passed out on the floor. Whichever comes first." Hermione answered, gradually filling up the glasses with the amber liquid.
"I don't want to be passed out on the floor! I'll miss time to be optimistic!" Voldermort wailed.
"And we'll miss supper!" Ron added feebly.
Hermione sighed and shook her head at them. "There isn't enough firewhiskey here to knock us all out. Anybody who is left awake, make the unconscious drink this." She held up a phial of bright green liquid. Upon questioning looks, she frowned.
"Will you all stop thinking I'm going to poison you! This simply gets rid of the effects of alcohol. It's a major hangover cure."
They all nodded in agreement. Hermione divided the shot glasses between them and sat back in the circle.
"Shall we do a practice? You don't have to drink to this one, just raise your hand. You start, Harry."
"Okay!" Harry grinned and tapped his chin in thought. His eyes lit up with an idea.
"Never have I ever kissed a member of the same sex on the lips!"
Hermione, Luna, Narcissa, Lucius, Snape and Voldermort all raised their hands. This left Pansy, Ginny, Ron and Bellatrix.
"Seriously Ronald?" Hermione asked. "Those three I'm not surprise, but who have you kissed?
"Not telling!" Ron stated, like a stubborn two year old.
"Fine." Hermione shrugged and looked at Luna who was next to Harry. "Your turn, Luna. This is for real now."
"I have just one question," said Narcissa, "should you be drinking if you are pregnant, Hermione?"
"ONE DATE, MOTHER!"
There you have it, people! I hope you enjoy, please review and I shall hopefully upload the next chapter sooner. If you have any ideas about any games, please don't hesitate to tell me them!
