A/N: Ok, so this is a compilation of a lifetime's worth of truth or dare games, none of which ever involved veritaserum or sherry, but I hope you still find it amusing with the insertion of sherry and veritaserum. Review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome.
(Omniscient pov, RoR, very late)
Hermione sat on her cushion, between Draco and a very drunk Minerva McGonagall, wondering how in Merlin's name she had ended up in this situation.
"This is all Draco's fault, it must be, it . . . wait, I was the one who said to . . . this is my fault. Oh Merlin, I did this, and now I am playing truth or dare with Veritaserum AND a very drunk pair of Professors. Not good. There's no way this could be good."
Draco watched Hermione fidget on her cushion, pulling down her skirt, fixing the sleeves of her shirt, pushing strands of hair behind her ears, and biting her bottom lip.
"She looks so cute when she does that," Draco thought, "but why is Minerva giggling now?"
Draco was right, McGonagall had indeed been giggling. It had very recently occurred to her that Draco and Hermione were indeed dating because of Albus's lemon drop-induced meddling. That man was either a genius or a lunatic on a sugar high. One day, Minerva promised herself, she would steal his lemon drops. She wondered if it would affect his magic or logic. Probably both, the man would go through withdrawal . . . Minerva giggled at the thought.
Severus, on the other hand, was having fun thinking of the many things he could ask Draco and Hermione. Surely, the new couple hadn't told each other everything about themselves. This was going to be very fun, if Severus Snape could describe playing truth or dare with two students and his drinking buddy "fun."
Which, I am troubled to say, he very easily could.
"Are we going to play or not?" Minerva suddenly burst out.
"Everyone, here's three hours worth of Veritaserum," said Severus Snape mischievously, passing around the vials.
Hermione accepted hers and drank it quickly, resigning herself to whatever fate had in store for her. She hoped she didn't have to do anything too embarrassing. Well, compared to what she had done thanks to Fred and George at previous games like these . . . it couldn't be that bad. Or so she hoped.
"Snape-a-doodle, will you do us the honors of going first?" asked Minerva, without slurring her words.
"It would be my pleasure. Miss Granger, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
Snape smirked, knowing full well he had to ease her into the game.
"Who was your first kiss?"
Hermione did not struggle with the truth, why fight the veritaserum, right?
"My muggle friends and I, when I was 10, were playing truth or dare during a thunderstorm, and I was dared to kiss my best guy friend, his name was John. He was rather horrid at it, if I may say so. Minerva, Truth or Dare?"
"DARE!!"
"Fine, fine, I dare you to spin around on one leg, clucking like a chicken, and flapping your arms like an ostrich trying to guard her eggs, while balancing a sherry bottle on your head."
"Nice one, Miss Granger," Minerva began, "but you can do better."
Minerva McGonagall stood up, stumbled a little over her won foot due to three empty bottles of sherry, and walked to the middle of the room.
Slightly drunk Snape, Draco, and Hermione were laughing softly already as they watched Minerva get ready.
She placed a sherry bottle on her head, not noticing it was still full and uncapped. She bent her arms like wings and began to flap them wildly, picked up her left leg and tucked it under herself, and began to cluck, even moving her head like a rooster would.
Now, Minerva proceeded to spin and the sherry began to spill over her face. She stopped when the bottle fell and crashed on the floor.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! MY SHERRY!!"
"Minnie, it's ok," soothed Severus, "we have more. Ten more bottles, you know that."
"Oh, well I guess it's ok then. . . . Draco, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," Draco said defiantly.
"Oooooh, a hard one . . . . Very well, Mister Draco Malfoy, what is the most embarrassing memory you have?"
"It has to be you two walking in, drunk, while I was snogging my Mione, with every intention of taking off that ridiculously tight and see-through shirt and. . ."
"MR. MALFOY!!" Minerva screamed, obviously offended.
"WAY TO GO DRACO!!" Severus encouraged.
"ANGEL!!" Hermione was a little miffed by this confession.
"Well what? It's the Veritaserum, you all wanted the truth and you got it. Severus, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth, Draco."
"Awww, I had a good dare too. Well, let me see now . . . Severus Snape, why do you drink on this day, every week, with Professor McGonagall, here and how are you sober in the mornings?"
"It started when we were young teachers, Minnie here was a vision of radiant beauty and I was a very hot and young potions master. I needed to relax. I came here that night and she was here grading papers because she hated her office. I had one bottle of sherry, she had one too. We drank and discussed students, mostly gossip. It's been a weekly thing since then. And as for sober, there's many potions for that. You think I want a hangover when I have first years in the early morning?"
"Good enough."
"Miss Granger, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," Hermione said with a confidence that came from nowhere.
"Really, Miss Granger? Ok then."
Severus waved his wand, and a stage appeared. A microphone stand was in the middle, a spotlight shone down from somewhere. Hermione looked pale and sick.
"Sing." Severus dared her.
"What?"
"Sing." He ordered.
"But, no, I can't, you see, you don't . . ."
"Sing, now."
Hermione walked onto the stage, dressed as she was, and thought of the only song that fit the occasion. Irresistible, by Jessica Simpson.
"You know, I don't know what it is.
But everything about you is so irresistible."
Hermione began, directing her words towards Draco. Then she turned to Severus and Minerva
"Don't you try to tell me that he's not my type,
To hide what I feel inside
When he makes me weak with desire
I know that I'm supposed to make him wait
Let him think I like the chase
But I can't stop fanning the fire
I know I'm meant to say no"
From somewhere above came a chorus, backing her up, while she began to dance.
"But he's irresistible
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe
More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me
I can hardly breathe"
The spotlight changed as Hermione began to walk and dance around the stage, confidently and sensually.
"Don't you think I'm trying to tell my heart what's right?
That I should really say goodnight
But I just can't stop myself
Maybe I'll tell him that I feel the same
That I don't want to play no game
Cause when I feel his arms wrapped around me
I know I'm meant to say no (I meant to say no)"
Draco stared at her, swaying her hips to the music and putting so much emotion into the dare. His . . . problem from before was . . . a very big dilemma for him right now. She was driving him insane with need as she continued to sing in a voice he never expected to come out of her.
"He's irresistible (irresistible)
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe (I can hardly breathe)
More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual (oh yeah)
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me"
Now, she spoke the words to Severus and Minerva, as if explaining.
"Can't you see?
Whenever he's close to me
I really find it hard to breathe
He's so irresistible
Baby you know
It's more than just spiritual
His ways are powerful
He's so irresistible"
Turning to Draco quickly, she sang to him.
"you're so irresistible"
Now she spun back to Minerva ad Severus.
"He's irresistible (yeah)
Up close and personal (oh yeah)
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe (I can hardly breath)
More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual (oh yeah)
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me (irresistible to me)
He's irresistible (yeah)
Up close and personal
Now inescapable
I can hardly breathe (irresistible to me)
More than just physical
Deeper than spiritual
His ways are powerful
Irresistible to me (irresistible to me)"
Hermione quickly got off the stage, blushing, and hid her face in a pillow.
"Miss Granger," said Minerva, "that was incredibly, where did you learn to sing and dance like that?"
"Sleepovers. Severus, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare, gimme your best, little witch."
"Sing."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Sing."
"Hermione are you crazy?" Draco asked, incredulously.
"He made me do that! He deserves to sing."
"Very well, Miss Granger," slurred Severus, "is there anything you would like me to sing?"
"Man, I feel like a woman. By Shania Twain."
"No way in Merlin's name."
"So you know it . . . Sing."
Severus Snape scowled but, drunk as he was, he went behind the velvet curtain for a minute and Draco, Hermione, and Minerva were very curious. What was all the rummaging and the noises and who was Snape talking to and . . . was that a zipper being pulled?
What in Merlin's name was Snape doing behind the curtain?!