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Chapter two: Truth or dare

Harry, Neville, Ron and his little sister Ginny sat in front of the fire place inside of the Gryffindor common room, grinning viciously at Ron.

"No! Forget it! Never!" Ron returned stubbornly.

Hermione who came just out of the library crossed them suspiciously. What on earth were they doing there?

"Hermione!" Ginny called cheerfully across the room. "Come on over. We're playing truth or dare."

"I'm not playing such a stupid game. Sometimes I really believe I'm the only one at this school who gets homework at all. You two", she pointed angrily at Harry and Ron, "should better finish your staff instead of getting yourself in trouble. I know that kind of games."

Ron ruled his eyes. "Oh Merlin, Hermione! Don't be such a spoilsport."

But Hermione lifted her nose in a very arrogant way, turned on her heel and simply went off. "At least I'm not the one who gets expelled, because of this foolishness."

Two hours later Hermione couldn't stand the joyful laughing of her friends any longer. Partly because she couldn't concentrate on her tasks, but mainly because she felt lonely. It was hard to admit but Hermione didn't want to become an old hermit, just because of her homework, so she went back to the fire place.

"Look who is coming. Already finished your homework Hermione?" Ron asked teasingly.

"In contrast to you I have. And don't dare asking for a copy." Harry and Ginny chuckled secretly.

"Okay, that one goes to Hermione. But if you want to stay here, I'm the one who chooses your dare."

Hermione nodded. "Fine."

The party smiled at each other and Harry started explaining the rules.

"See Hermione, this isn't a muggle "Truth or dare". We're playing with a truth potion and if you are not able to finish your task in time, or you simply don't want to finish your task, then we'll get the answer with help of the potion."

Panic increased inside of Hermione, but outside she played the cool.

"Any questions left?" Harry asked with a grin. Hermione shook her head.

"Let's start then."

"What could we probably ask her?" Ginny giggled. "What do you think of: Who gave you your first kiss?" Ron and Harry smirked knowingly.

"No Ginny. It's much easier than that. Remember who you're talking to... Hermione: What was your worst school mark ever?"

"DARE!"

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Idiot! Stupid, idiot girl! You should have known better than to play such games with the two of them. They simply know you to well.

Hermione looked terrible pale as she stood inside of professor Snape's empty, dark dungeon office, after she'd opened the door with a more or less advanced spell.

This was Ron's revenge for all the times she had teased him through the years. He'd asked her to steal the upcoming potions test out of Snape's office. Damn him!

Professor Snape may not be in Hogwarts for now, but still it felt like dying to Hermione. Stealing from a teacher wasn't something Hermione Granger would do. This was something for the well-known Weasley brothers or just for 'anyone' expect from Hermione Granger.

With trembling fingers she searched trough the papers inside her potions master's desk. But everything she found were lots of old class test with marks that made her stomach turn around and other paperwork with no meaning to her.  

The girl turned around and searched now trough the folders inside of one of the dusty cupboards. She opened folder box after folder box till she finally found what she was looking for.

Was is possible? Oh Merlin! She had found it! She had found it!

Immediately she reached for an empty paper and a pen to write down all of the questions. She had almost finished as an old, little, wooden trunk in a tiny, hidden corner caught her attention. It seemed entirely out of place inside off the gloomy Hogwarts dungeons. It was a very small trunk, with fine carvings on its shape and glass pearls all over its lid. Hermione couldn't resist any longer and walked over to the trunk. Carefully she reached out to open it.

To be continued…

A/N: Want to know what's inside of the trunk? Well, I don't know what it contains either right now. What about some deadly information about Voldemort and the deatheaters, including Snape's shadowy past? Or something more personal like letters of an old muggle love. Or baby photos? Everything is possible. If you have some ideas let me know. Just review!

To Delaney: I'm glad you liked the story! Thanks so much for reviewing!