ACK! Sorry this took so long to update! I just haven't had the time or the privacy to sit down and write a decent chappy… and I haven't been in the mood to write really… I'll go insane if I don't get this chappy out! And as for the request for longer chappies and allowing them to do more stuff… No worries! You don't think this is going to be a five chappy thing, do you? Heck no! This is going to be so long, that pretty soon you'll be sick of it! I'm just taking meh time to get things moving. All right, here we go!!
Chappy 4
Truth or Dare
"This is bloody ridiculous!" Draco said suddenly. He stood up and prepared to leave, but I stopped him.
"Wait! Don't go just yet! The night is just beginning!"
To my horror the others began to follow Draco's lead. Darn Gryffindors and Slytherins. I thought ruefully. "Guys, guys, guys… and girl! Sit down! The next activity is one of the best! I know you'll like it! Please, sit down!"
They all stopped in their tracks, but hesitated.
"SIT DOWN NOW, INSOLENT MORTALS!!!" I roared in a voice quite lower than my natural range.
They quickly rushed to their seats, and I smiled, pretending nothing had happened. "Now. Next is a game! A game called Truth or Dare!" I grinned at them.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, Harry and Ron looked confused, and Draco put his head in his hands.
"All right! Some one tell me what is going on here! This is definatley not the reaction I expected… except Hermione. I expected that. Maybe I expected her to raise her right eyebrow though--"
"What's 'Truth or Dare'?" Harry and Ron inquired, cutting me off.
I turned to Ron. "All right. I guess you have an excuse… I don't suppose wizards play Truth or Dare. But Harry? What's your deal?"
He shrugged. "Being as my childhood was spent in elementary school with Dudley, ensuring the fact that I would have no friends at all, there was no one to share a frivolous game such as 'Truth or Dare' with."
He shrugged again.
"That's so sad." Hermione sighed.
Ron blew his nose loudly on a hankercheif. Draco suppressed a laugh.
I cleared my throat for their attention. "Yes, yes, boo-hoo. Draco? What's with you? I thought Wizards didn't play 'Truth or Dare.'"
"They don't. I just… er… well… you see…."
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!"
"Well, what do you think they do at Death Eater meetings???"
Hermione raised her right eyebrow. "Really?" She asked incrediously. "I always expected it was something a bit more… morbid."
Draco shot her a look. "Are you saying that this game can't be morbid?"
I noticed that Ron and Harry were beginning to look apprehensive, so I cleared my throat once again to put a stop to the side conversation.
"Now, for the sake of those two, I will explain the rules. Ahem: The entire point of this game is to embarrass eachother as much as possible! Now, I will use Hermione for an example. I say, 'Hermione, truth or dare.' Now, she has to pick one."
Hermione thought a moment. "Truth."
"All right, she picked truth. That means I have to ask her a question and she has to tell me the absolute truth…"
"What if she lies?" Ron cut in.
I shrugged. "It really doesn't matter, it just kind of spoils the game. You're supposed to tell the truth."
"I think I have some veritaserum in my pocket…" Draco muttered, rumaging through his robes.
"No! We are just going to play the good, old-fashioned, muggle way, and that's final!" I glared around them. "Right, so Hermione picked truth. All right." I smiled at her. "What is the most recent dorky book you read that you wouldn't want anyone to know about?"
Hermione bit her lip and looked around for help. No one came to her rescue. Four malicious faces stared back at her. She muttered something inaudible.
"What was that?" I prompted.
"THE POKEY LITTLE PUPPY!" She sobbed. "I CAN'T HELP IT! IT'S SUCH A CUTE LITTLE PUPPY!!"
I shrugged. "You don't have to get so worked up about."
The other three laughed silently.
"What happens when you pick dare?" Harry asked.
"Excellent point! Basically, if you pick dare, you have to do whatever the other person dares you to. Usually something deliciously humiliating."
"Do you play with chickens?" Draco asked me.
Ron perked up. "Chickens? Where?" He searched around, his head swiveling like and owl's.
"No you simpleton!" I turned to Draco. "I suppose we could, only thanks to a few friends from summer camp, we do things a little differently. You have three chickens. That means, that if you don't want to do the dare, then you say chicken and you get out of it. Only, right now, we should play my way. Not only do you say chicken, but you have to act like a chicken for thirty seconds!" I grinned around at them, and received horrified expressions in return.
"All right, it's Hermione's turn!"
"Okay, Harry! 'Truth or Dare!'"
"Er… truth?" He sputtered nervously.
"Who do you like?" Hermione demanded.
But Harry only shrugged, "Cho."
"Chang or Peterson?" Draco asked quickly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Chang. Who is Cho Peterson?"
"Hufflepuff… fifth year…"
"And how would our dearest Drackie know that?" Ron asked with a grin.
Draco eyed him coldly. "I'm sorry Weasley, but I believe that it's not my turn."
"Er… Sasery! Truth or Dare!"
Ron's eyes widened. It pleased me to see that I scared him. "Dare." I answered confidently.
Harry thought a moment before saying, "I dare you to… recite some poetry!"
I shrugged, but made a mental note that Harry was obviously daring me to do something that would embarrass himself. I stood up and waved my arm, summoning a wooden pedestal to stand in front of me. I cleared my throat and began:
"There once was a man from Nantucket.
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
He had a daughter named Nan
Who ran off with a man.
And as for the bucket
Nantucket."
The four applauded and I bowed, sending the pedistal away and sitting down again.
"Right-o… Mr. Weasley!"
"Yipe!" He squealed.
"Mr. Weasley, truth or dare!"
Ron contemplated his answer for a moment, before stammering, "D-d-dare!"
I grinned. "All right. I dare you to kiss Hermione."
Hermione began to protest, Harry widened his eyes and pulled out a random camera, and Draco fell off his seat rolling on the ground in a fit of laughter. Ron just sat in shocked silence.
"Want to use a chicken then?"
Ron, realizing that the dares would probably only get worse, shook his head.
"Then would you rather kiss Harry?"
"No!"
"Then go ahead! We're waiting!"
He shakily stood up from his seat, his face gaining color all the way. The light of the fire caused his already red face to appear more so. He cautiously made his way over to Hermione and…
"Ewww!" Hermione screeched.
"I haven't kissed you yet!" Ron said indignantly.
"Oh… right. Just practicing! Carry on then!"
He moved closer and quickly brushed his mouth against Hermione's cheek. They both shuddered and Ron rushed back to his seat.
They both glared at me, but I smiled in return.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
END OF CHAPPY FOUR
Yes, I know. Shortness. Endishness. But I'll continue the 'Truth or Dare' thing in the next chappy! I promise. Oh, and as you can probably tell I'm no a R/Hr shipper… heh… then again, I'm not an anything shipper so all aspects are fair game! *cackles maniacally* Er… now then! Review! Tell me your thoughts and praises! And flame me! I don't really expect any flames for this story, so I would appreciate some one making one up with their review. Please? *makes puppy dog eyes* I think they're funny! Have a grand day everyone! Happy Boxing Day!
