A/N: Okay. So. I was going through my emails recently, and realised I had a lot of reviews for this story. It seemed…it seemed like people actually liked it. And so this chapter is dedicated to every single person (or robot or figment of imagination) that has reviewed so far. You guys are why this chapter even exists.
Disclaimer: Still not mine… Yes, this makes me sad.
Game Night
"If life doesn't offer a game worth playing, then invent a new one."
Anthony J. D'Angelo
Chapter Eleven:
Sanity
"Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting."
John Russell
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I've Never
"So, ah…Sevvy," Luna started awkwardly, "do you know how to play I've Never?"
All-too-disconcertingly, a wide grin spread over Snape's face. "I shall have you know that in my heyday I was the queen of I've Never."
Ron's eyes widened. "Er…you mean king, don't you?"
"Right. Of course."
This answer didn't seem to pacify Ron, but he proved his Gryffindor courage by not moving away – much. "So…do you want to go?"
"Oh…sure. I've never worn yellow."
Ron and Luna both reached for their mugs before stopping. "Honestly?" Ron asked.
"Honestly."
"Really?" Luna pressed. "Not even when you were younger?"
"Never."
To that, the students had no answer, so they both drank obediently.
"I'm getting you a yellow scarf for Christmas," Luna said.
Snape scowled.
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Truth or Dare
"Well…fuck," Pansy said. "Now that Patil's gone, who am I supposed to seduce? Certainly not you. If I was after the cross-dressing type, I would have shacked up with Goyle years ago." She pondered that thought for a moment, then shivered. "Ew."
"Do you have some sort of sexual deviancy?" Harry asked, a bemused look on his face.
"Millie's always trying to tell me that, but I think she just reads too many Muggle sexology books."
Harry looked up at her. "I think you mean psychology."
"If you say so. Are we going to do this thing?"
"I suppose. I'll go, I guess. Truth, Dare, Double D, Double T, Rainbow?"
"Oh," Pansy sighed. "To you, double D is but a measurement. To me…it is a life choice." She smiled distantly
Harry had never considered himself a prudish person by nature, but this girl was weirding him out in all sorts of new and interesting ways. "Er…so…okay. Does that mean you want Double Dare?"
"Yes, you dense little boy" was the answer.
"Um. I dare you to not say anything sexually related for the rest of the night." Thank Merlin.
"Oh. Well, fuck. Now that you've ruined my fun…" Harry leaned back, in case she was going to attack him again, but she just laughed and knocked him on the nose playfully. "I get to come up more creative ways to throw you off." For some reason, that didn't reassure him. "Now, what's the second one? Do your worst." She looked almost… eager.
"Er…I dare you to…uh…" That ruby red and white smile was damn disconcerting. "To not wear make-up until Easter."
"Ohmyfuckinggawd." Her lips were parted and her heavily-done-up eyes were wide. Apparently she was shocked. "Oh, I'll do it. I'll do it. But Potter – you're going to wish you Didn't. Just. Say that." She leaned in close, and he could feel the ice and smell the mint as her teeth closed on the end of threat.
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Spin the Bottle
"This die hates me," Draco grumbled drunkenly.
Hermione giggled. "'s cause I got it from Freg and G…Gorge," she said, stumbling a bit on their names.
"My brothers?" Ginny asked incredulously.
"Mmhmm." Hermione grinned.
"No wonder," Draco mumbled, irritated.
"I'm betting they spelled it to react to underlying sexual tensions," Millicent said, and was promptly the object of three different glares. Neville tried very hard to make himself invisible.
"No, screw it," Ginny said, pulling back from a very disheveled Draco. "Millicent, it is definitely your turn." She slumped down, and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like "My tongue is tired" but of course it wasn't.
Millicent shrugged, and spun the bottle, picking up her mug with the other hand and taking what to Hagrid might have been a dainty sip. "You were saying, Weasley?" she remarked when it stopped pointing a familiar direction.
Ginny groaned. "Just roll the die, Bulstrode. And…it's Ginny. Just…I mean…if I'm gonna be snogging you –" Malfoy was rolling his eyes, but Millicent smiled as she tossed the die.
"Alright. Then I'm Millie, and this poncy lump is Draco –" He spluttered in indignation. "Ignore the protests. He really likes it." Ginny looked wary, but she was watching the die flip. "The seductress sinking her claws into the Golden Boy is Pansy, and Blaise is…Blaise. He's not here because if Draco's gone, he can try on the Armani in peace." It landed on Cheek, and Draco was seething.
Millie leaned over and brushed her lips along Ginny's jaw. "Your turn."
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A/N: I cannot apologise enough for the insanely long wait, but I shan't mention it again, because I'd rather you didn't scroll up and notice exactly how long its been for me to write less than ten thousand words. No wonder I'm failing horribly at NaNoWriMo.