A/N: So I don't really need another A/N since I only just posted the first chappie, but I just wanted to have a little moment and beg for reviews J and also apologize again if some things don't really add up, I don't have internet and can't read my other chapters. So yeah, obviously I don't own Harry Potter, with that out of the way, please enjoy! (YAY! Short A/N!)

Chapter 9

'HA!' Ron exclaimed excitably, ''Now it's my turn and you shall face my wrath!'

'Have you been watching Star Wars again, Ron?' Harry said grinning,

He was rewarded with a death glare from Ron.

'It's Luna's turn now, she hasn't really had a go,' Seamus said before muttering something in her ear and beginning a full on make-out session.

They had been playing truth or dare for far too long, but they were also, mostly, having far too much fun to stop. Both Ron and Hermione still created enviable shades of red every time one looked at the other, so basically, it was just like old times. Harry thought it was probably the first time in years he had managed to actually enjoy himself without Voldemort creating havoc seconds later. It seemed to good to be true.

Luna was ignoring Ron who was trying desperately to get her attention. Perhaps she was too involved with Seamus though, for she was doing a darned good job of it. Ron frustratedly turned away from Luna and looked at Harry.

'Now what shall the chosen one chose this time? Truth or dare, Harry?' Harry pushed his hair out of his eyes before smiling sarcastically at Ron and muttering,

'Dare.'

Ron looked positively delighted at this and a contented expression appeared on his face as he contemplated. What to do, what to do…

His eyes fell on Ginny who was singing quietly to herself in the corner, for whatever reason. Perhaps the new rules at Hogwarts required turning their students mad… he bristled at the thought.

No way was he doing a dare involving Ginny, he just couldn't stomach it, no matter how much he wanted to get back at Harry for his Hermione dare.

'Harry, your dare is to take your glasses off and leave them off for 10 minutes. You also have to do anything we ask you to do in that time. With your glasses off.'

Ron knew how terrible Harry's eyesight was from when he used the polyjuice potion at the beginning of the year. Doing tasks like getting glasses of water was not something Ron would like to do in Harry's position. Ron didn't, however count on the fact that Harry was actually used to his partial blindness and was quite capable of doing much harder things without them.

Harry stifled a grin, he knew he had one, after all the things he had been forced to do glasses-less in the past, he was sure he could handle this. Slowly and exaggeratedly, he took his glasses off and gave them a quick wipe against his shirt. He set them on the armchair nearby and turned back to the game.

'Done, now, who should go next…'

Harry realised now that he wouldn't be able to see a dare, so he chose someone who would be likely to do a truth.

'Hermione! Truth or dare?'

Hermione knew he had chosen her thinking she would do truth, so she of course, chose dare.

Harry glared at her, but it was slightly misaimed and he ended up shooting a death glare at a confused Neville. Who was still counting something…

Harry knew he had to choose something that he could enjoy without his sight. Of course! Harry practically ran out of the room and into their mini-kitchen type thing and knocking over all sorts of random bottles in his quest, produced a pink bottle from the back of a drawer.

'Hermione, I believe this is yours?'

Hermione turned ghostly white and began to mutter excuses.

'Don't worry about explaining, we all know what it is, where you got it and why, etc. etc.' This didn't sound like Harry at all, and everyone was keen to find out what this was all about.

'I am going to put someone's hair in here, and you are going to drink it yourself, you naughty girl.'

Hermione frowned at him, she had had absolutely no idea that he had known, and also no intentions on using it on anybody. OK, so maybe not no intentions…

'Close your eyes, it's funnier that way,' Harry also wanted her to close her eyes so that he wasn't alone in not being able to see a thing, but he didn't mention that.

She closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed as Harry plucked a red hair out of a scowling someone's head and placed it into the sizzling pink potion. It looked like something Dolores Umbridge would drink, it did not look like something Hermione would ever feel the need to buy.

He handed her the drink and she mockingly pretended to clink glasses with the air as she opened her eyes and took a gulp. A strange look came over her and immediately she went bright pink as the potion worked it's way through her body. She seemed to bulge a little and then deflated, before smiling satisfiedly at Ron. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fell into an 'o'. There was absolutely nothing she could do about this situation, so she just sat back and let the potion do it's work…

A/N: OK, so I'm sure there are some mistakes in there, I have no idea if the tent had a mini-kitchen type thing, I must have skipped that description… so please let me know I there's anything that bothers you and I will try to fix it or explain it. I'm still looking for a beta, so let me know if you're interested, we will also find out what Neville was counting sometime soon, only problem is, I'm not sure what that was so ANY ideas, feel free to tell me. For the next chapter (CHAPTER 10!) I want to do something special, I don't know what though, but if anyone has ideas let me know, ANYTHING, seriously… OK, bye all, Gypsey xoxo