Chapter 7

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Authors note: shit, honestly this was supposed to be short and all but now it's a story but I kind of like it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, made my story as favourite, put my story on alert and such.

So this chapter is a bit longer than is usually is, and I wanted to make it longer but no, and sorry for making you wait longer than usual for a new one, some friends suddenly wanted to drag me out of the house, don't blame them though.

And I decided to skip how Fred gets his cock fixed because honestly I have no idea how I was going to explain what had gone wrong in the experiment, anyways enjoy.

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"What happened?" Dean shouted as Fred entered the Gryffindor common room. He had been sitting in a chair, waiting patiently for Fred's return.

"Well," Fred grinned. "A blowjob wouldn't hurt."

"Oh Merlin," Dean groaned, his eyes wide, standing up. "The sexual tension has been torturing me."

"No, just wait a bit now," Fred said as he put a hand up when Dean walked towards him. "It's my turn, so Dean you know the question."

"Dare," Dean glared with hunger at the redhead.

"Good," Fred sighed. "I'm awfully tired so I dare you to sleep for a few hours and eat breakfast." Dean's jaw dropped, he hadn't expected this, was he really being rejected now. "After that…" Fred continued with a smirk, "It's your turn."

Dean groaned, but he was in fact tired himself too so he didn't protest. He watched as Fred headed up to the dormitory and followed, wishing enormously that none of the others were still awake and he could only presume that Fred wished it too.

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The next morning, Dean woke up to find his best friend sitting on his bed. Seamus sat resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees.

"Seamus," Dean yawned confused. "Is something wrong?" Seamus looked up, gazing at him. Dean almost thought he could se pity in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"What are you sorry for?" Dean asked, even more confused. Seamus turned to look at his feet.

"About yesterday," he whispered. "I mean I don't really care, just thought you could have told me."

"Told you what?" Dean asked, even if he thought he knew what it was about.

"You know what," Seamus looked at his best friend as if it was obvious.

"Ok," Dean sighed. "So I haven't told you I'm bisexual, what does it matter?"

"I'm your best mate," Seamus scoffed. "Wait, did you say bi?"

"Yes," Dean nodded with a grin and they both cried with laughter.

"Honestly," Seamus said. "I don't care; you're still my best mate."

"Breakfast," Dean said as he slammed his hands on the sheet and stood up to pull his clothes on.

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"I'm still a bit pissed at you," Seamus said as they reached the great hall.

"Why?" Dean asked as they sat down opposite Hermione, Ron and Harry.

"The letter, you git," Seamus scoffed.

"Oh," Hermione gasped. "Wonder what Snape will do."

"He'll probably give you his full attention in class," George answered as he appeared beside next to Hermione and sat down.

"He might even give you private lessons," Lee joked when he sat down beside Fred who had placed himself next to Dean.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" Fred asked and gave Seamus a grin, while he placed a hand on Dean's thigh which made Dean choke on his toast.

"Yea, whatever," Seamus muttered, though it was barely heard when Hermione at the same time asked:

"What's wrong Dean?"

"Nothing," he mumbled and gave Fred a glare, which Fred accepted with satisfaction.

"What perverted things did you two do last night?" Ron gasped with disgust.

"Nothing," Dean squeaked as he clutched the table when Fred squeezed his thigh. "Honestly, nothing like that."

"Yea right," Ron, Harry, George and Lee muttered under their breaths.

"Well, I think they are telling the truth," Hermione said with causality and brought some toast to her mouth.

"How do you know that?" Ron asked but Hermione didn't have a chance to answer until their meal and conversation was interrupted.

"Finnigan," Snape said with a soft disliking voice. "Did you send me this letter?"

Seamus looked stunned at his potions master appearance, looking at the letter Snape was holding.

"No, professor," Seamus lied, staring straight at Snape, terrified. "I haven't sent you any letter."

"Finnigan," Snape sighed. "You should not lie and I advise you and your friends not to play truth and dare."

Several jaws dropped, not Hermione's of course.

"You and your friends Weasley and Thomas will have detention with me," Snape continued. "Five o'clock, my office," and with that he turned and walked out of the great hall.

"Bloody hell," Ron groaned. "How did he know about that and what did I do this time?"

But Ron and everyone else got their answer as soon as Seamus turned his head back at the table, they cried with laughter when they saw his forehead.

"Hermione," Harry yelled. "What did you do?"

"It's ok Harry," she answered like nothing was wrong. "You'll be able to lie again in a few hours."

"Oh no," Seamus cried as he watched his reflection in a spoon, the word LIAR was written all over his forehead with black big letters. "Will it go away?"

"No," Hermione sighed, "Not for a week, I'm so sorry," she added even if it sounded like she wasn't.

"Hermione," George said seriously, crossing his arms but still grinning. "I and my brother need to have a chat with you later."

"We will?" Fred scoffed, who was now moving his hand up and down Dean's thigh. "I have other things to attend," but only himself and Dean knew what he meant.

"Exactly how many hours?" Ron asked as he looked nervously around the hall.

"Three, maybe four or five," she answered as normal as ever.

"Should we tell the others?" Harry asked, also looking nervously around the hall. "And how does it actually work? I mean we're not playing anymore so how can it work?"

Hermione looked at him like it was obvious and extremely simple, the others looked at her too, a bit mad but not as mad as Seamus who tried to rub it off without success.

"Well," she started. "You know of course that we all signed the contract not to lie or disobey anything we were asked to do right, because if we did, we would be punished for a week and well…" they all looked at her with very angry faces. "I sort of made it to last for twelve hours," she looked down at her plate, not brave enough to take the evil glares even if she was quite pleased about what she had done.

"Twelve hours?" they yelled at her, not being able to distinguish who said what.

"Did you really think we were gonna play for twelve hours?"

"You're mad Hermione."

"Damn you Hermione."

"You git!"

"Honestly, what were you thinking?"

"Did you do it on purpose?" Harry asked as the others voices had settled down but everyone still glaring at her. She didn't answer.

"I'm gonna tell the others," she said as she stood up and quickly left.

"Bloody hell," Ron groaned. "But why do I and Dean have to go to detention for?"

"I think he meant me," Fred grinned.

"What the fuck did you two do to Snape last night?" Ron asked and everyone was curious.

"Since we can't lie," Fred said with a pretend moan. "After you all left we continued to play and Dean here," he smirked, "well, he dared me to go to Madam Pomfrey and get my cock fixed."

"In the middle of the night?" Harry scoffed. "She probably even wouldn't be awake, how stupid is that."

"Well," Fred continued. "Truthfully, we didn't think about that and I sort of had to do it, I mean if we hadn't run into Snape we would have had to wake her I suppose."

"So you didn't get your cock fixed then?" George smirked, eating toast.

"Yes I did," Fred replied happily. "As I said we ran into Snape, which was stupid, and when we told him the truth he sent Dean back to the tower and dragged me to the hospital wing."

"Did he believe you?" Lee asked shockingly.

"No, I don't think so," Fred answered. "Anyway, when he had fetched Madam Pomfrey and she wanted to see what was wrong I just had to show them."

"No you didn't?" George gasped and dramatically put a hand on his mouth.

"Yes I did," Fred answered grinning like an idiot and he was proud of it.

The others looked at him, expecting to see the word liar appear on his forehead to but it didn't. Then a smirk started to grew on George's face but it turned into laughter as Neville suddenly sat down beside him.

"Why is everyone laughing at me?" Neville cried and stared at his friends who also had started to laugh. "Is there something wrong with… why does it say liar on Seamus's… oh no." he looked at his own reflection in a spoon and then started to laugh a bit too.

"It says coward on your forehead," George said, even if Neville by now knew.

"I know," Neville cried trying to rub it off.

"Sorry Neville," Ron grunted. "But its Hermione's fault, we can't lie or disobey orders for at least five more hours."

"What did you do?" Lee asked curiously. "Or what did you not do?"

"I…" Neville groaned. "I didn't do what that Parkinson slut told me to do."

"Language," George yelled from his side, trying to sound like his own mother.

"What did the tell you to do?" Ron sneered.

"She told me to shove a plant up my ass," Neville moaned and rubbed his forehead so hard it was as red as the red colour of his tie.

"Damn Hermione," Ron grunted pounding the table, making several people around him jump and look at him in shock. "What are we gonna do for five hours? What if somebody tells me to go to fuck myself?"

"Ron," Fred cried with satisfaction. "Ron, go and..."

"DON'T! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MINUTE WILL YOU?" Ron screamed, which made everyone in the hall turning to look at him. Fred just nodded and kept quiet.

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I really enjoyed making this chapter. Review please, it makes me want to write more and more and more, well I mean if people don't say it suck of course but if it does, please say and if anything seems weird just ask. Hope someone noticed something that might be seen as a mistake, though it wasn't, probably made some though.