***Hello, Truth or Dare readers! I'm annairb7! 11 things I need to say first:

1. You should read the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone and the Chamber of Secrets before reading this fanfiction

2. Ginny can speak in front of Harry and talk to him, and she still has a mega-crush on Harry

3. Set in the Christmas holidays of Harry's 2nd year (Chamber of Secrets book). Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick had been recently attacked

4. Please review and follow and whatever!

5. If you are a Hunger Games fan, please check out my fanfiction, Let the 70th Hunger Games begin!

6. I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. JK Rowling does!

7. Most of the dares are based off the dares my friends and I do at lunchtime at school. The extra rules added in here are also based off how we play Truth or Dare!

8. Thank you guys SO SO much for the support and reads and stuff. This story got double the reads my Hunger Games story got in a month, in only 1 day! THANK YOU GUYS!

9. PLEASE suggest possible truths/dares/double-dares/kisses/commands/tortures! Me and my friends ran out of truths and dares, and we had a particularly disastrous game, so I don't have any truths or dares to use. Please suggest some, because otherwise I won't be able to continue the story :/

10. I made up the title and the lyrics for The enchanted flower in about 20 seconds, so don't blame me if you don't like the name of the song/lyrics

11. Enjoy reading!***

'I choose...Hermione!' decided Harry. Hermione raised her eyebrows. 'Funny, thought you would have gotten back at Ron' she said. 'So, truth, dare, double-dare, kiss, command or torture?' asked Harry excitedly. Hermione thought over the options. 'Truth' the girl replied to the dark-haired boy with a lightning scar. Harry pulled a face; he had just thought of a perfect dare for Hermione. Unfortunately, Hermione was too smart, and picked truth.

'So...Oh! I have a perfect one.' Harry grinned slightly evilly, making Hermione worriedly bite her lip. 'Here's the truth: what's the most embarrassing thing you've done on a dare?'

Hermione smirked. 'Really, Harry? That's the truth question? To answer it, the most embarrassing thing I've done on a dare is chuck Hogwarts, A History, into the fire.' Hermione's smile grew larger at Harry's face. 'What...but you said you played Truth or Dare with your friends!' 'Yes, I did. I never picked dare though, the only dare I've ever done is the one that Ron set me!' Hermione answered, glaring at Ron over Ginny's vivid head. 'So you never did a double-dare?' Harry asked confusedly. 'You said dare, not double-dare, Harry!' Hermione laughed out loud at Harry's annoyed look. Harry and Ron needed to work on closing off all loopholes, Hermione thought. I found a loophole through Ron's dare, Harry and Ginny found a way through Ron's double-dare, and I just figured out an easy loophole through Harry's truth!

'My turn' Hermione said. 'I choose Ron! Ron, truth, dare, double-dare, kiss, command, or torture?' Ron flinched at Hermione's livid glare. Hermione seriously wanted to get back at Ron for making her duplicate the entire book of Hogwarts, A History!

Ron gulped. 'Tru - no, you'd come up with a way too good a truth. I pick...torture, I guess. No one else has!' Hermione smiled, revealing her large front teeth. 'Tickle or punch?' Hermione asked the ginger-haired boy. 'Depends who punches or tickles me!' Ron replied. 'Okay. I choose me.' 'Punch' Ron said instantaneously. Hermione knew exactly where Ron was most ticklish, and a punch from Hermione couldn't be too bad, right?

Ron's POV

'Perfect' the bushy-haired girl snarled, and in a heartbeat she pounced like a tiger at me. I yelled but I was in my chair, I couldn't do anything, like run away.

A sharp blow to my left cheek. I see black dots dancing in my eyes, tangled, knotty brown hair in my face. My cheek burned like fire. A hard punch to the stomach. I cry out in pain, rolling out of my armchair, lying on the rug, moaning in pain. 'Bloody hell! Stop! Please! Ow!' 'Hermione! Stop! STOP!'

Harry leapt onto the wild-haired monster, struggling to hold Hermione back, let alone pull her back to her seat. My little sister jumped up and helped, and together Harry and Ginny dragged Hermione back to her armchair, right beside the fireplace, after about 10 seconds of shoving, pushing, and pulling.

'Ron' panted Harry. 'Next time, don't mess with Hermione's books.' 'Honestly, Hermione would have, like, killed you or something!' Ginny said in concern, her face paler than usual. I glanced, frightened, at Hermione. Her brown hair was messier than usual, all over her red face. Hermione was clenching her fists, taking deep breaths in order to regain control of herself. Hermione saw me looking at her, and she gave me a fierce, terrifying glare. I gulped loudly.

'Are you alright, Ron?' asks my sister. 'Fine' I gasp, not really fine. I rubbed my left cheek, wincing. Who knew Hermione could punch like that!

'Um, so' I begin. 'Harry, truth, da-' 'Not AGAIN, Ron!' Harry had cut me off, jumping out of his chair as if a - what-do-you-call-it? - stone-it, no, rock-it had been strapped to Harry.

'Fine' I huffed. 'Ginny, truth, dare, double-dare, kiss, command, or torture?'

'Uh...let's go with...dare' decided Ginny. I stared out the window, watching snow fall from the sky, thinking. I could make Ginny say something embarrassing or funny to a teacher...

'Got it!' I announce proudly. This is going to be so funny to watch. 'Go up to Snape, and say to him 'Happy belly-button appreciation day!' You can't whisper it, you have to properly say it, and you can't tell Snape it's a dare. Half a chicken if you do it.'

Ginny sighed, standing up. 'Fine, I'll do it' my sister agreed. 'But mind you, I'll lose about 50 points for Gryffindor and earn myself, like, 3 weeks of detention in the process.'

Fred and George clambered in through the Fat Lady's portrait, both grinning identically, evidently finished talking to Lee Jordan to whatever the three were talking about. 'Hi' greeted Harry. 'Ginny's just about to do her dare from Ron, want to come watch?' 'Sure then, Harry' my twin brothers said. 'What's the dare?' asked Fred. 'Ginny has to go up to Snape and say 'Happy belly-button appreciation day!'' replied Hermione. 'Interesting' George said. 'So, let's get to it!'

Ginny's POV

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and I climbed out of Gryffindor Tower, when Hermione stopped. 'How are we meant to find Snape?' she asked. 'I mean, Snape could be anywhere in the castle, and if he's in the staff room, Dumbledore's office, or his own office, we're not allowed to go inside, because we're students.'

'Good point, Hermione' I commented. 'So what are we going to do?' Ron asked. 'Well that's obvious, isn't it?' asked Fred. 'Walk around the castle searching for Snape!' answered George.

So we all drifted around the castle randomly. Fred and George turned it into a mini-game, sort of, by going around in a certain order (Harry, then Ron, then Hermione, then me, then Fred, then George). When we reach the next crossroad (forward, left, or right), we would take the path that Harry chose, then we'd go the way Ron chose, and so on.

'Left' said Harry, offered the choice of left or right. The 6 of us went left. 'This door' decided Ron, choosing the door pretending to be a wall. 'Straight ahead' chose Hermione, marching forward. 'Down these stairs' I said, already going down the staircase.

The game went on for about 20 minutes, the game slowly becoming less and less interesting. 'My feet are dead' complained Ron. 'No, they aren't, because you're still walking' I snapped at my brother. 'Barely' moaned Ron. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, how is Ron older than me? He definitely isn't more mature than me!

'Let's sing a song!' cheerfully proposed the twins. 'Seriously?' asked Hermione. 'Yes' Fred and George both replied in unison. 'What song?' enquires Harry. 'The enchanted flower!' I said excitedly. The enchanted flower was my favourite song, I remember my mum singing it to me when I was young.

'Okay' agreed George. And the twins and I set off at a jaunty tune. 'There once was a magical garden...' The three of us sang loudly, while Hermione and Harry glanced at each other, like What the heck? Since they were both brought up by Muggles, they didn't know any of the wizarding songs. Ron did know the song, the reason he wasn't singing was probably because my brother was too tired.

'The rainbow flower, its petals shining and shimmering brightly in the night, the enchanted flow-' 'Weasley! Would you be quiet?! 30 points from Gryffindor!' Snape's harsh voice cracked like a whip, cutting off my, Fred, and George's singing. 'Which Weasley?' innocently asked my twin brothers, their wide grins exactly the same. '20 more points from Gryffindor for cheek, be glad it isn't more' snarled the potions teaches. Merlin's pants, Snape really is mean, and scary! Too bad I have to do my dare.

Ron nudged me with his elbow, his expression changing from boredom and tiredness to excited and joyful. Harry, Hermione, Fred, and George all looked at me expectantly.

'Now, I suggest you get back to Gryffindor Tower. With all these attacks, one might be suspicious with you lot wandering around aimlessly. Since you 6 are all acting suspiciously, 25 points shall be taken away from Gryffindor.' With a glare at us all, Snape swept his pitch-black cloak around him, and walked away.

'Now, Ginny!' whispered Hermione. I run after the teacher I fear most. 'Professor!' I shout. Snape turned. 'Well if it isn't little Miss Weasley. Shouting inside is not permitted. 5 points from Gryffindor. As you were shouting at a teacher, a further 5 points from Gryffindor' hissed Snape. 'Professor' I say again. 'I would like to say...Happy belly-button appreciation day!' My voice wavered as Snape shot me a filthy look.

Harry burst into laughter, due to my statement to Snape, setting off Ron and the twins, causing Hermione to laugh as well. All five were standing quite far down the corridor, away from Snape and I.

'10 points from Gryffindor for pointless interruptions' said Snape, smirking in a completely evil way at me. I trembled slightly, I hope he doesn't give me a detention!

'5 points from Gryffindor for lying to a teacher. Belly-button day is non-existing. And another 10 points off Gryffindor seems fair, doesn't it? You need to learn manners, Weasley' Snape said, looking right at me. 'Um...okay' I say quietly, my heartbeat becoming faster and faster, as I tried not to let Snape see how terrified I am of him.

'My, my. Gryffindor are in trouble, aren't you?' Snape softly hissed, snake-like. And the potions teacher swept away.

Overall POV

'That was like 100 points!' Ginny complained to Ron, who was too busy cracking up, as we all walked back to Gryffindor Tower. 'That was so unfair!' agreed Harry. 'I hate Snape...' Mumbling darkly, we arrived at the Fat Lady.

'Password?' she asked. 'Dingleberry' Hermione almost had to yell the password over Fred and George's loud duo of The enchanted flower. 'Correct' the Fat Lady said, the portrait swinging forward, granting the 6 Gryffindors entrance.

'Snape sucks' muttered Harry, sitting down in the chair on Ron's right. 'He obviously favours Slytherin, Dumbledore should do something about it!' 'Yes, that was quite harsh, wasn't it?' agreed Hermione, who was on Ginny's left. 'I mean, Snape took off 110 points off Gryffindor exactly!' 'How did you know that, Hermione?' asked Ron, who was sitting to my right in an armchair. 'Because I added up all the points Snape deducted in my head' answered Hermione, looking extremely confused at why Ron would ask such a stupid question. 'But how did you add it up in your head? That's really hard...' Everyone burst out laughing (apart from Ron, who was absolutely befuddled), including the twins, who had still been singing The enchanted flower. 'Because Hermione's smart, Ron' Ginny answered, using a tone as if Ginny was explaining something simple to a 4-year-old. 'Thought you would have known that by now. Hey, I get half a chicken!'

Hermione nodded, pulling out her quill. The Truth or Dare parchment now read:

Truth or Dare

Players: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George

Harry: 3 chickens - 7 chickens

Ron: 3 chickens

Hermione: 3 chickens

Ginny: 3 chickens - 7 chickens - 7 1/2 chickens

Fred: 3 chickens

George: 3 chickens

'Go, Ginny' said Hermione, her head still bent down, Hermione's bushy brown hair covering the parchment.

The red-haired girl grinned. 'I choose...'

***Thanks for reading! Please review! Any suggestions on truths/dares/double-dares/kisses/commands? Tell me! I've run out of truhts and dares to use, so if I get no suggestions I may have to end the story, and we don't want that happening! If you are a Hunger Games fan, please check out my fanfiction, Let the 70th Hunger Games begin! I know it's not as good as this fanfic, I'm mainly focusing on this story.

Hope you guys are happy with this chapter, it's longer than all the other chapters :)

Goodbye!***