Omg people! I frigging love your reviews! As you know, I write this on my iPod, so I'm sitting here writing this on the bus so I don't forget to reply! Every review I just got made my day. I love the review from some anonymous person who counted out exactly how old Hermione could be if Snape was her grandpa! Haha! I love ALL of you and wish I could send you all PMs but fanfiction won't allow me to log in!

But seriously, Megan? (Eboni j. Donahue). You counted the exact paragraph? You couldn't have, like, just told me I accidentally said "There" instead of "They're?" ps that drives me nuts, too.

This message is obnoxiously long already, but I just want you to know that I appreciate every last review, and I loved reading even the ones I didn't mention!

And to the person who dislikes the pairings but loves my story, thanks! You rock! (I don't like a lot of them either. It's the people I ask for pairing ideas who do this to me.)

Let the story commence!

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"Fine," Harry grumbled, leaving his area on the floor and seating himself in his previous spot. "Lucius, your turn."

Lucius picked his glass up from off of the floor. "Never have I ever purposely disobeyed the Dark Lord."

Only a couple, namely the Gryffindor's, drank.

"My own brother," Voldemort sighed.

Harry patted his shoulder. "I didn't know you then like I do now, mate," he said. "It's Snapey's turn!"

"Stop twisting my name, Potter," Snape said. "Never have I ever hit a girl."

The girls and Voldemort drank.

"My own brother!" Harry cried, repeating what Voldemort had said earlier, looking on horrified at Voldemort.

He shrugged. "No exceptions. Besides, she deserved it."

Bellatrix suspiciously backed an inch or two away from the circle.

Next was Hermione. "Never have I ever drank alcohol outside of a formal event."

A surprising amount drank.

"Ginny?" Ron exclaimed as if she'd murdered their parents.

"Oh, shut it, Ronald, you drank too."

Ron grumbled angrily.

"She has a point," Bellatrix intoned.

Ron glared at her, but only for a minute. Which was strange, because he seemed to be glaring a lot lately.

"Draco Malfoy, you will be thoroughly punished when we get home," Lucius stated.

"Yes, father," he replied.

Harry was too excited about him getting in trouble to remind him that he'd recently moved out.

Next the turn went to Ron.

"Do a good one, Ron!" Harry said. "This is getting boring!"

Ron thought for a moment. "Never have I ever cheated on a girlfriend."

"How many girlfriends could you have possibly had, Weasely?" Draco exclaimed. He was standing for some reason by now, and carving his name on this with a pencil. But he drank from his cup.

He wasn't the only one. Snape, Harry, and Voldemort drank as well.

"You had a girlfriend, Tommy?" Harry said.

"Of course, I was irresistible," Voldemort said coolly.

"Back when you had hair and a nose, of course," Harry said, wrinkling his own nose.

Voldemort glared. "Of course," he said.

"Never have I ever failed to believe in the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix exclaimed.

No one drank.

"I'm glad you all believe in me," Voldemort said happily.

It was now Cho's turn, but she had drank the entire contents of her cup and was laying unconscious on the floor. So the moved on to Parvati.

"Um..." she said shyly.

"Go on," Harry said kindly. Ginny saw he looked happy when he watched Parvati and glared daggers at the timid girl.

"Never have I ever been in love."

Ginny, Ron, Snape, Lucius, Bellatrix, and Blaise drank.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. He took the smallest sip from his cup. "Happy?"

"Not really," she said under her breath.

Luna watched and felt the toned chaos beneath the surface of everything being said, and she was enjoying it like nothing else.

It was finally the Dark Lord's turn. "Never have I ever killed someone that wasn't worth killing!" He declared.

"I'll drink to that!" Harry exclaimed. "But if I did, then I would be a murderer!"

The only person to drink was Snape.

Hermione looked at him, horrified. "The Dark Lord's orders," he assured.

It wasn't very reassuring.

The circle had returned to Harry. By now, everyone was at least a little tipsy, some more than others, and because of Harry's previous sleep deprived high, and the fact that he had only eaten junk food in the past couple of days, he was feeling pretty good right now.

"Never have I ever ran through a Muggle store with a mop tied to my arm and a cape tied to my legs screaming "ANCHOVIES!""

There was dead silence, until Ron, blushing, took a big gulp of his drink.

"I hate you, Harry," he said as laughter filled the room.

"The feeling is mutual," Harry exclaimed, holding up his glass as if to toast.

"You guys still in for this game? Because I'm beginning to grow bored with it, and I'd like to see what would happen if we all played twister after downing the rest of our drinks."

The laughter ceased as everyone stared at Harry.

"That..." Said Blaise, "is a BRILLIANT idea!"

Despite his anger, Harry smiled. "I knew I liked you in some part of my heart!" Harry exclaimed, holding up his cup to Blaise's. He poured the contents down his throat, as did Blaise.

"I'll go get the mat," Harry said, tripping off towards the box of games, still rested on the table.

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I know, I know. Never Have I Ever was very short, but I'm the author so what I say goes!

Just kidding.

It's actually the characters. It's like they take over your brain and take up residence in there. It's like you're writing, and they're like, "No, I would never say that, not even if you made me so sleep deprived and going insane. So think of something new, now!" And with that, I couldn't really think of much else to add! D: It'd help if my reviewers asked me what they want... *hint* *hint*

Anyways, twister does go out to one of my reviewers!

I love you all, and please remember to review so I remember to update!