Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everyone but Linsi and Cecelia...and some random charecters I might just so happen to add in. I do NOT own the world of Harry Potter, and none of the original charecters are mine.

Now that Harry is back on his feet, its fantastic to be able to steal his iPod. Apparently he got one from Hermione's dad as a "father-son bonding gift" because apparently he's the "son he never had" which is fairly embarrassing for Hermione. But anyways, he's got some pretty awesome songs on there. Muggle songs. Because songs in the magic world just don't seem to… flow, you know? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love songs and music, but songs about different magical creatures jumping around just don't work. So back to the real world:

"Harry! You better stop sharing your dumb little story and get your skinny ass over here this instant!" Hermione was yelling at him from the corner of the potions classroom that was commonly referred to as "a corner of the universe only accessible to Hermione and Harry".

"First of all, thank you for calling my ass skinny. Second of all, you do not control me. Understood?"

"Well, speaking from the view of somebody who has not been locked in their room at all in the past couple days, I'd have to say that currently, I do control you!" And with that Hermione turned around, left and slammed the door on her way out.

"I guess I had that coming," Harry sighed and went over to look at the bubbling lavender potion that currently, was all thanks to Hermione. "Okay, you people. With you as my witness, I am making it my goal, no, my resolution, no, my reason for living to finish this potion well. And I will do that if it's the last thing I do." Then he turned and followed Hermione out the door.

I turn to the rest of the good group of people in our potions class, and watch people's reactions as Harry's footsteps can be heard slowly walking away. Ginny is quietly giggling, Seamus is getting paler and paler (for reasons unknown), Luna is making a new pair of loafers for Ron out of recycled light bulbs, and Ron is simply gazing quietly through the door past Harry. I guess Ron has a right to be "wowed" by his attitude during this whole thing, but I think he must also be a tad confused by Hermione's entire outlook on this whole thing. It's actually kind of scary how furious she is.

I guess that Hermione should've cracked sooner, but she didn't. Now, Harry is doing… this. I'm all for enthusiasm for schoolwork, but this is a little much. I think that we can all agree that what this group needs is a good night of fun. Already the gears are in action…

That Night-

"Luna, lets go!"

"I understand that we're going to spend the night at Ginny's, but why can't I just sleep in my clothes?"

"You'll understand later. This group only needs good old horny perverted fun to make us all feel better."

"Ew! What are you talking about?"

"Oh nothing that bad! We just need something to make our group a little… tighter."

In the Gryffindor Common Room, 2:30 am-

"Okay, so everybody knows how to do this, right?"

"Linsi, I can't believe you got us down here in this small amount of clothes," Said Ginny. She has a point. All of the guys are in their boxers, pajama pants, an undershirt, and a sweatshirt. All the girls are in underwear, boxers, bras, and large shirts. Nobody knows it yet, but this is about to be the most amusing game of strip poker ever. The fact that it's me, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna on the girls side and all the boys in the seventh year dormitory wanted to "get in on the fun" so on the boy's side we have Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ron, and Harry. Neville was most definitely surprising.

So as we start the game, the first person to win is Ginny. And guess who she chooses? "Linsi, our sponsor of this joyful night of stripping fun! Please remove your shirt."

"You just had to, didn't you?" I glare at her.

"Well you know me; I can't just stand around and watch you have all the fun."

As I remove my enormously oversized shirt, Harry puts his face into his hands and covers up his eyes so he doesn't have to look at me sitting there in my Victoria's Secret pink lacey bra with black accents and a black bow in the front. However, Neville looks like he's about to have a heart attack. I don't think in his life he's ever seen a bra. Ah well. Now it's time for me to get my revenge.

After three more games, we still aren't very far along. I've lost my slippers to Seamus; I am only in my bra, shorts, and underwear. Neville is not only almost dead, but has taken Luna's boxers as well. Who, I may add, is also showing off her very fashionable black strapless push-up bra (was she planning on meeting somebody?)and sleek silk matching boy shorts, while Hermione is the only girl still in full dress. Turns out, she has a real knack for poker. Who would've guessed? Any ways, on the boy's side, Seamus is only in his boxers, along with Harry and Dean, and Ron is in his shirt and boxers, and Neville is fully dressed. He's just like Hermione in poker I guess.

Next thing we know, Dean (my boy) has taken my boxers, leaving me in my Tuesday day-of-the-week thong. "Sweetie," he told me, "You do know that today is Friday, right?"

"Of course I do!" I told him, "I just don't want to be that girl that can only tell the day of the week by looking at her underwear." He gave me a tender yet hard kiss on the lips. "Thank you sweetie," I told him.

All of a sudden, the portrait hole opens and Professor Dumbledore's ghost walks in. Everybody scrambles to try and distinguish which of the pile of clothes is theirs. "Ah, strip poker. I remember that… can I play?"

"Uh, professor? I'd prefer if you… um… didn't…" Hermione said carefully.

"Oh, but why not?"

"First of all, you're our teacher, and I don't think you can undress anyways."

"Ah, little technicalities. Anyways, the point is to have fun!"

"Professor, no offense meant, but LEAVE!"

"Well… if I must…"

"Yes, you must."

"Okay, I'll leave, but tomorrow night it's in my office, okay?"

"Um, this is our last night."

"Okay, I can see when I'm not wanted. Here I go, out the door, floating slowly away, never coming back, ever again, to sit alone in my office, and listen to the sad sounds of all the little whirring mechanical doohickeys." He paused at the door.

"Goodbye professor."

"Fine than." And with that he slowly floated away.

"So, where were we?"

"Well, I think Harry was about to take my shirt," came a voice from the portrait hole.

"Cece!" I jump up and run over to give her a giant hug. "Hi!"

"Um… nice to see you to… now, is it okay that I invited my beautiful boyfriend?"

"I guess Kevin can play, but where is he?" Cecelia Diggory was also a Ravenclaw, and I had helped her and Kevin Whitby get together back in my third year. That was a good year. Except for Cedric dying. I could've gone without that. She just happens to be the same age as Harry, Hermione, and Ron, so it all works out pretty well. Cecelia was the kind of person that could jump into anything, be happy about it, and everybody would just let her.

"Oh, he's right outside… I told him I should probably ask if he was aloud to play first," Cecelia explained.

"But apparently you don't need to ask permission. How'd you know we were here tonight?"

"Darling, when are you going to learn that I know everything? Anyways, I gotta go get Kevin," She leaned out the door and nodded, than came back with Kevin Whitby right behind her. "I might as well get caught up," she said as she pulled off her shirt.

As all the boys started staring at her purple lacey bra (the kind meant for sleeping without sagging and had no cup, so it left very little to the imagination) she pulled her shirt back and took off her shorts instead. "Let's just forget that happened… Hermione, do you remember, did I leave my bra in your room when we did a sleep over last year?" Hermione nodded. "Okay, I'm gunna go change than…"

All the boys groaned. As she left, she whispered "pervert" to Seamus and Dean.

"Well Kevin, how've you been?" Hermione asked while pulling him down by the hem of his shirt. He had always kinda been quiet, easy to manage, and overly sweet.

Luckily, he was saved the trouble of answering by Cecelia, who came down followed by Parvati and Lavender. "Sorry," she said, "They asked me what I was changing bras for and I told them. So… now it's a party!"

After forgiving Cecelia and conjuring up a couple zillion pounds of munchies, we started a whole other game, so we all got our clothes back (finally). After re-dressing, I went over the rules again and we started over.

At the end of the fifth hand, Cecelia finally won. Naturally, she asked for Kevin's shirt. All the girls covered our eyes because, well, you never see him in our exercise rooms here, and we didn't exactly want to see what was underneath. Wow were we wrong. Kevin had a six pack, chiseled pecks, washboard abs, the whole package. Who would have known?

At that time, we had Parvati, me and Cece, Lavender, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Kevin, Harry, Ron, Dean, and Seamus. Talk about a full house.

So, after all of us were just down to bras, underwear, and undershirts, we decided that the time was right for a grand game of truth or dare. Cecelia had come up with this game, and apparently was expecting to play this, because she whipped out a bottle of veritaserum to 'make it more interesting'. She also decided that since we where already in enough trouble, we should probably just play truth or truth. Bugger.

"Okay, I'll play, as long as I can go first," I said.

Cecelia looked around. "Any objections?"

Nobody spoke.

"Sounds good then! Okay everybody, take a sip…"

And as she passed around the bottle, I thought of my fabulous question. "Okay Linsi, your up," said Cece.

"Kay Cece, since you came up with this game and I know I can't bother you, I'm going to pick on somebody else," I turned to face Kevin, "Your boy."

"Kevin, how far have you and Cece gone?"

Kevin's face turned bright red and he shoved his fist in his mouth. Cecelia took both of her hands and put them over his hand so that the fist would never ever escape. Unfortunately, though, veritaserum had a way of making people talk. So as if by some unseen force, all four hands were propelled away from the mouth as Kevin shouted, "ALL THE WAY!" After that, he covered his mouth again and looked at Cecelia for signs of dumpage, and after finding none, joined in laughing with the rest of the group.

Cecelia turned to me and whispered, "You're going down, Potter."

I giggled and told her, "Your bra is broken, Diggory."

"Yeah, you know you're jealous you couldn't pull off a stunt like this."

"Of course. That's what I am. Jealous that I can't walk around with my bra hanging open."

"Um, guys?" comes Harry's voice, "You gunna play anymore?"

Cecelia grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the circle. "You ready for this retaliation?"

I look at her, with the back of her bra hanging open since the clasp is broken, her shaggy black hair falling out of her ponytail in wisps around her face, breathing way too heavily, and her clear blue eyes seemed to be bulging out of their sockets. Not to mention she seemed to have sweated enough to fill a large cauldron. It was the most comical thing you've ever seen. I plugged my nose and laughed. "Bring it. And after you've done that, take a shower."

"Will do," and with that she bounced off to join Kevin.

"Okay girls, you honestly need to SIT DOWN or we will kick you out of the game."

"You're lying," I replied to Harry's remark.

"Would if I could, but, well, the veritaserum kind of prohibits it…"

"Fine than, we're in. But as long as you guys get involved this time."

"Hey, we've been involved!" complains Ron.

"Oh no you haven't. You haven't been playing barely at all."

Lavender giggled. Parvati full-out laughed.

I stared at them.

"Well, it's funny!" Lavender snapped through her giggles.

"Yeah, but not that funny."

As she turned away, I could hear Lavender whisper to Parvati, "Geez, party pooper."

Apparently this wasn't quite what Harry wanted to be said to his little sister because he started kicking them out of the game one by one. Which didn't really bug me one bit, but then we started playing the game again.

So now it was Kevin's turn. He chose to ask me, "Are you a virgin?"

This caused uncontrollable laughter, not from me, but from Harry. "Why did you ask that? Because we all know the answer. She is. Of course she is. Cuz' who would she… do… it with? Of course she's a virgin… right?" He turned to me.

"In certain areas, yes, in other areas, no." Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Relax Harry it's not like I told you that Ron and I made out in the summer of my third year," than my mind popped back into my head, "or wait a minute, maybe I did." I looked from Harry to Ron. Ron had a horrified look on his face. The next moment worked like clockwork. Harry leapt to tackle Ron, while Ron dove out of the way while simultaneously whipping off his sock to throw at Harry (because apparently socks can protect you from furious leaping brothers).

Than suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Ron screamed, "She started it!"

This caught me by shock. I guess I had it coming. However, this was way too much for Harry. He instantly fell over in a feint. "Oh my God, I've killed Harry Potter!" screamed Ron, misinterpreting the stillness of my brother. That wasn't the world's best reaction, but at least it was better than mine. I froze up. Completely and totally. And everybody was looking to me to do things, as he was my brother. Luckily for me, though, Dean had been a boy scout as a Muggle kid and knew exactly what not to do. Turns out I was a textbook example. Anyways, the group somehow got Harry to the hospital wing. But now came the hard part. They had to decide who got to go wake up Madam Pomfrey. Since Ron decided it was mainly his fault in the first place, he decided to wake her. Once that was all taken care of, we decided to resume our little game.

It just so happened it was my turn. I chose Ginny as my victim of the day. "Ginny, who was the last person you kissed?"

Before she could stop herself, she said, "Harry."

As if responding to his 'big-bro' instincts, Ron stood up ready to kick some ass, but seeing that Harry wasn't there, he settled for steam coming out of his ears and sat back down.

For Ginny's turn, she chose me. "Potter, you willing to take a dare?"

"Since when have I not been?"

"Good point. Well anyways, I want you and Dean to re-act your most recent make-out session."

That could've been very awkward, since I was in my bra and thong with my head leaning against Dean's bare chest. But, it worked just fine for us. I stood up and closed my eyes to remember.

"Oh Weasley. You chose a good one." Dean's face turned bright red.

After I got Dean in a chair, I walked up and pushed him with one hand against the side of the chair. After climbing into his lap, I passionately frenched him as I ran my fingers through his hair. He returned the favor, sat up straighter, ran his hands over my awkwardly-bare buttocks, and up to my thighs. As our kissing slowed, we eventually stopped and looked at Ginny to see what she thought. We didn't have to wait for her though. Cecelia promptly burst out into applause, and as we sat back down, Seamus said to Dean, "Dang mate, How'd you wind up with her?" After he said that, he turned me and asked suggestively, "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

Dean hugged me protectively, "Hey! No hitting on my girl!" I quickly gave him a smooch on the lips. He smooched back.

We had been going out since I was in third year, he had been in fourth. We both needed dates to the Yule Ball, me more than him, since he could go regardless of whether or not he had a date. Cecelia figured this out, got us together, and bam, we were a couple. Well, we went on a few dates just to make sure it worked, and after that, bam, we were a couple. And we have been ever since.

Next was another dare, and since we seemed to be working our way through the girls, so I chose our one and only Cecelia. "Cece," I asked her, "You'll take a dare, right?"

"Obviously. What do you think?"

"Okay, I dare you to do a strip and lap dance for Kevin."

"Okay! How about we break for ten minutes so I can get ready for our," she wiggled her hips, "little showdown."

Around ten to fifteen minutes later, Cecelia came down from Ginny's dorm room where she had conjured up a few 'innocent articles of clothing' from her actual dorm. She was wearing her waist-length shaggy black hair in two very low, very loose pigtails. She had on a plain white spaghetti-strap tank with a black jacket, low rise black pants, and white trainers. Also, she was carrying a junky crown, the kind people buy for bachelor parties, and a handful of bachelor junk hats.

She handed Kevin the crown, which he gladly put on, and handed the rest of us the junky hats.

"Do I really have to put this on?" Dean complained. "I already have my very own stripper." He raised his eyebrows suggestively at me.

Seamus gladly accepted his hat, and also waggled his eyebrows at me. I slapped him smartly across the face. "This is Cecelia's dance, not mine."

"Oh, but in my imagination, I'm watching a play-by-play of your last dare." I slapped him again. "Is it gone yet?"

"Mhmm…" he mumbled, rubbing his raw cheek.

All of a sudden, Cece produced Harry's iPod. "Sorry buddy. This is more important than your wallowing." She said to the ceiling. Neville looked up also. "Who on earth are you talking to?" He asked.

"Who do you think?"

"I dunno… God?"

"Yes, I know God."

"Really? That's awesome. I am totally going to ask for favors. I just can't get over that-"

"Neville! I was kidding."

"Oh," he blushed. "Me too."

"Okay, moving on…" I turn to Cecelia. "Stop stalling."

"Fine than."

The hall was instantly filled with the resounding notes of 'SexyBack' suddenly filled the hall as Cecelia went behind one of the pillars. She stuck one leg out, wiggled her toes, than came out the rest of the way and said very seductively, "Hello, boys." And then the singing started, and she lip synced, "I'm bringing sexy back."

"Yeah!" Shouted Seamus, ironically in tune with the song. I smartly slapped him again. He glared at me while rubbing his cheek, "What was that for?"

"I dunno, its kinda fun."

Luna slapped him. "Hey, your right!" Seamus glared at her.

Hermione slapped him. "Okay, I understand them, but why you?"

"I just had to see what the fuss is all about," she turned to me and Cecelia, "I see your point. He has very slappable cheeks."

Ron slapped him. "Okay guys, getting old very fast," complained Seamus. "Why am I the one getting slapped?" He raised a hand to slap Luna. She grabbed his arm with one hand and slapped hin with another. "You never slap a lady. Never ever. Never ever ever never!"

"Okay Luna, enough with the evers." Cecelia and I grabbed her arms and sarcastically pinned her against the wall.

"Are we going to get back to me or are we officially starting a slapping fight with Seamus? There is no point, as we all know who would win, and I think we can safely say it will not be Seamus."

"And on that note, we shall leave until next month. I think there has been enough embarrassment on my part." Seamus got up and left. Everybody except for me and Cecelia left, and as I hovered near the door, I asked her, "You coming?"

"No," she said and jerked her head after Kevin, "I think I'll see if I can get any action." She winked and ran out the door.

"Alright but don't get to freaky!"

"I make no promises."

"Ah, Cecelia, what would I do without you?" I mumbled to myself as she scampered out the door.