Chapter 30
After dinner, Draco leaned back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. "So, who wants to play Truth or Dare?"
"Me! Me!" shouted Pansy. Millicent grunted too, and some other unnamed Slytherins raised their hands.
"Well, come on then," said Draco, and he put on his prefect badge and led them down to the Slytherin common room which was located in the dungeon. When they got to the entry place Draco said the password just loud enough that Araminta could hear it: "Bad is the new good."
Araminta repeated the password a few times to herself in case she ever needed it again. She figured that she'd probably hang out in the Slytherin common room sometimes, but she'd probably stay in her own room unless her friends were going to be there.
The Slytherin common room was really nice. It looked like it had some new furniture. One of the chairs still had the tag on it and Araminta could see where it said 'IKEA.'
Draco flopped down on a couch, and everyone stood waiting. "Well, sit down," he said, sneering. "Who is going to be first?"
"Pansy," said Millicent.
"Blaise," said Pansy.
"Flint," said Blaise. So it was true, Araminta saw. There was always at least one stupid Flint brother hanging around and failing all of his classes.
Flint looked at Araminta and pointed. "That...girl."
At least he knows I have a gender, thought
Araminta.
"Millicent, you can go first," Draco drawled.
"Um, truth?" said Millicent.
Draco thought for a minute. "Okay, what's something about you that nobody here knows?"
Millicent looked at everyone nervously. "Um, I just have a mom and no dad."
Draco snorted. "So? Lots of people are divorced."
"Well, actually..." Millicent stopped herself and blushed. "Never mind. Pansy can be next."
Araminta leaned over and whispered in Millicent's ear even though Millicent had a big chunk of earwax there. "Ask her who she likes."
Millicent glared at Minta. "She hasn't said if it's going to be truth or dare yet! Pansy, truth or dare."
Pansy said, "Dare."
Araminta was disappointed, but interested to see what Pansy would have to do for a dare.
Millicent scrunched her nose while she thought and blew the bangs out of her eyes. "Um, Pansy, I want you to go wake up Professor Snape and tell him that you need some advice on dating."
Pansy's eyes got as big as saucers. "No, I can't!" she said.
"Yes, you can," said Draco. "All you have to do is find him and ask him. Don't be such a chicken."
"All right, fine," Pansy said and she stomped out of the room.
"Millicent, you go too and make sure she asks Snape for advice about her love life," said Draco.
Millicent stomped out behind Pansy and Minta could hear them arguing as they walked down the corridor.
"Now it's your turn, Flint," said Draco. "Minta, what should we ask him?"
Now it was Minta's turn to laugh. "He didn't say if he wants truth or dare yet!"
"Oh, right," said Draco. "Flint, truth or dare?"
Flint scratched his head and said, "Truth, I guess."
This was easy. Araminta said, "What's the grossest thing you've ever seen?"
Flint's eyeballs bulged out and his eyebrows shot skyward. "Once I saw Flich and Professor McGonagall in the Great Hall and when they thought nobody was looking, they kissed each other with tongue!"
"You're pulling our legs," said Draco. "No way did you see McGonagall kissing Filch."
"Oh," said Flint stupidly. "Well, maybe it was someone else."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You are really stupid, Flint. Can't you even remember who is was?"
Flint was so stupid that he didn't even answer him back. He just rolled over on the couch and ate some candy from a dish on the coffee table.
"Okay, Blaise, it's your turn," said Draco.
"Why does it always have to be my turn?" Blaise intoned.
"It hasn't been your turn yet and I'm not ready to go. So it's your turn. Blaise, truth or dare?"
"Dare," said Blaise.
"Okay, show us your underwear," said Draco.
Blaise said, "Uh oh, I just remembered something really important I have to do. Oh, I have a detention, yeah, a detention. I just forgot about it until now." Blaise ran out.
Draco looked over at Araminta. "Okay, your turn, Araminta. Truth or dare?