"Okay, the first one to throw up has to do a dare, chosen by
everyone else." Neville marched up and down in front of the other boys in
his dorm. "If that person does not complete the dare, then they will be
forced to take part in an even worse dare, which will be chosen by two
independent parties."
Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry looked over in the corner where Fred and George sat waving menacingly. "I cannot lose!" Harry heard Ron mumble to himself. Harry agreed.
"You will begin on my mark. If my esteemed colleagues Mr's Weasley may produce the articles?" Neville continued. Fred waved his wand, and a huge pile of pumpkin pastries appeared in front of each of the boys. "Okay? Everybody ready? Then.. GO!!"
The boys launched themselves at the pastries, each making sure that they were not the losers. They were all thinking, 'Why did I say that I could eat the most? Why?' Ron was in the lead to start with, shoving them in his mouth whole, but Seamus was catching up. Dean and Harry were eyeing each other, cautiously in the hope that the other one would fall behind slightly. Dean and Harry didn't mind not coming first, but they definitely didn't want to lose.
Soon it was neck and neck, with no-one ahead or behind. They all looked ready to throw up. Luckily there was only one pastry left in each of their piles.
"Come on. I'm sure you can all manage one last pastry." Neville said, trying very hard not to laugh. The boys looked at each other. No-one wanted to come last. They all reached for the pastry and ate it quickly.
"There! No-one came last!" said Seamus.
"Oh but there are more pumpkin pastries for you to eat." Grinned George as he waved his wand, and more pastries appeared. Dean, Ron, Seamus and Harry looked at the pile before them, and then at each other. Simultaniously they all ran for the bathroom. Sounds of retching could be heard, and then they returned to the room, looking very pale-faced compared to before.
"Well, in that case," grinned Neville "You all lost, so you all have to do a group dare." Ron groaned. He had started off so well. "And Fred, George and me get to decide." This time, everyone moaned. Fred, George and Neville huddled in the corner and then came back up. Fred got to be the one to share the dare.
"You will be putting on a small show, in the common room tomorrow night. Each of you will have to serenade a girl of our choice, with a song. The choice of song is yours. If you refuse to serenade the girl we have picked out, then you will be made to commit an even worse dare."
"You can either sing the song, with the others as backing, or sing it on your own. The choice is yours. Whatever you do, it must be ready by tomorrow night." Added George, grinning.
"Do we have to do this?" Dean asked. The three boys nodded their heads.
"Okay, now would you like us to tell you the girl you will serenade now, or in private?" Neville asked. Dean, Ron, and Harry opted for the private option, Seamus didn't.
"Lavender Brown." Said George in a voice not unlike McGonagall's when she was telling them off. Everyone started laughing until Fred whispered a name in Ron's ear. Ron's eyes opened wide.
"What?! You want me to sing to her?! But that's. I mean I.." He sat there flabbergasted. Everyone started pestering him as to who it was, but he remained quiet.
Harry sat opposite him, wondering who it was. Harry had a fairly good idea who it was, and if it was that girl, he just hoped that Ron chose the right song. It was about time Ron got his act together, and did something about it. God knows, she did.
Meanwhile Dean was being told his match. He didn't look as shocked as Ron, but his eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks turned a dark shade of red. Dean went and searched under his bed for something. He emerged with a guitar, and some pages of manuscript paper.
"I'm sorted!" He grinned, "I'm off to practice." And he ran out of the room. Now it was only Harry left. Fred and George seemed to be grinning a bit too much to Harry's liking. They came up on either side of him, and whispered in his ear...
Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry looked over in the corner where Fred and George sat waving menacingly. "I cannot lose!" Harry heard Ron mumble to himself. Harry agreed.
"You will begin on my mark. If my esteemed colleagues Mr's Weasley may produce the articles?" Neville continued. Fred waved his wand, and a huge pile of pumpkin pastries appeared in front of each of the boys. "Okay? Everybody ready? Then.. GO!!"
The boys launched themselves at the pastries, each making sure that they were not the losers. They were all thinking, 'Why did I say that I could eat the most? Why?' Ron was in the lead to start with, shoving them in his mouth whole, but Seamus was catching up. Dean and Harry were eyeing each other, cautiously in the hope that the other one would fall behind slightly. Dean and Harry didn't mind not coming first, but they definitely didn't want to lose.
Soon it was neck and neck, with no-one ahead or behind. They all looked ready to throw up. Luckily there was only one pastry left in each of their piles.
"Come on. I'm sure you can all manage one last pastry." Neville said, trying very hard not to laugh. The boys looked at each other. No-one wanted to come last. They all reached for the pastry and ate it quickly.
"There! No-one came last!" said Seamus.
"Oh but there are more pumpkin pastries for you to eat." Grinned George as he waved his wand, and more pastries appeared. Dean, Ron, Seamus and Harry looked at the pile before them, and then at each other. Simultaniously they all ran for the bathroom. Sounds of retching could be heard, and then they returned to the room, looking very pale-faced compared to before.
"Well, in that case," grinned Neville "You all lost, so you all have to do a group dare." Ron groaned. He had started off so well. "And Fred, George and me get to decide." This time, everyone moaned. Fred, George and Neville huddled in the corner and then came back up. Fred got to be the one to share the dare.
"You will be putting on a small show, in the common room tomorrow night. Each of you will have to serenade a girl of our choice, with a song. The choice of song is yours. If you refuse to serenade the girl we have picked out, then you will be made to commit an even worse dare."
"You can either sing the song, with the others as backing, or sing it on your own. The choice is yours. Whatever you do, it must be ready by tomorrow night." Added George, grinning.
"Do we have to do this?" Dean asked. The three boys nodded their heads.
"Okay, now would you like us to tell you the girl you will serenade now, or in private?" Neville asked. Dean, Ron, and Harry opted for the private option, Seamus didn't.
"Lavender Brown." Said George in a voice not unlike McGonagall's when she was telling them off. Everyone started laughing until Fred whispered a name in Ron's ear. Ron's eyes opened wide.
"What?! You want me to sing to her?! But that's. I mean I.." He sat there flabbergasted. Everyone started pestering him as to who it was, but he remained quiet.
Harry sat opposite him, wondering who it was. Harry had a fairly good idea who it was, and if it was that girl, he just hoped that Ron chose the right song. It was about time Ron got his act together, and did something about it. God knows, she did.
Meanwhile Dean was being told his match. He didn't look as shocked as Ron, but his eyes widened slightly, and his cheeks turned a dark shade of red. Dean went and searched under his bed for something. He emerged with a guitar, and some pages of manuscript paper.
"I'm sorted!" He grinned, "I'm off to practice." And he ran out of the room. Now it was only Harry left. Fred and George seemed to be grinning a bit too much to Harry's liking. They came up on either side of him, and whispered in his ear...
