*Here she is again, the14milo (dun dun dun) lol… Thanks to everyone who reviewedJ. As for the bidding, well, you've all lost out on Rupert… He's gone to live with aka_whatever1213… You guys should have outbid, but now you're too late!!!!! He went for $10!!!!!!!!!! Well, here goes… Hope you like it :D Keep writing,
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Oh, the Things they'll do!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Tom Felton. I've already had henry-jay-henry say she'd be a flowergirlie, but no reply from anyone else... I guess I should ASK Tye and Canadachick (Tye only reads my Gilmore Girls fanfics, and Canadachick broke her computer… Bright… lol). Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I'd just like to address one of my reviewers, who I will not name; How do I put this politely without making all of you hate me? Uh… Here goes; I was kind of upset by your review, and I would like to clarify that I am writing this story, and will write it the way I like, ergo, I can not promise to stop the "I love you" thing as you requested… That's where the story is headed, and if you don't like that, then you can stop reading. I'm writing this the way I want to write it, and you can deal with it, or not deal at all… Also, I'd like to say in general that I take the time to edit and carefully pick every word used in my stories, and I'd expect at least for the reviews people leave to be legible… If you find a story that's full of grammar and spelling mistakes, you don't read it/acknowledge it, right? Please be courteous, people… I only brought that up because I'm a stickler for spelling and grammar… I correct everyone's grammar… Ohh now I feel horrible L… I hope you all don't hate me!!! Please don't hate me!*
"I'm bored," Harry Potter said.
"Me too," answered the rest of his sixth year Herbology class, as well as the seventh year Charms class, and fifth year DADA class. It was almost Christmas, and most of the professors had given up trying to teach them, so they were in the Great Hall, lounging around.
"What should we do?" Parvati Patil asked.
"How about spin the bottle truth or dare?" Ginny suggested. "I read about it in one of Hermione's Muggle magazines. You sit in a circle and someone spins a bottle, then the person it points to has to pick 'truth' or 'dare'. Then the person who spun the bottle has to either ask them a question for truth, or give them a task for dare. If you don't want to answer the question or do the task, you have to remove a piece of clothing".
"Sounds good," Harry shrugged. "Who wants to go first?"
"Ooh! Me!" Hermione jumped up and took a butterbeer bottle from Harry, drinking the rest of it quickly, oblivious to his complaints. She placed it on the floor and spun it. It landed on Crabbe.
"Okay, Crabbe, truth or dare?" Ginny asked.
"Uh… Truth," Crabbe grunted.
"Okay, who do you like the best out of everyone here?" Hermione asked.
"Um…" Crabbe turned red. "Draco."
"WOAH!" Draco jumped up and ran across the circle from Crabbe, sitting himself between Cho and Harry. "Sorry man, but I don't swing that way".
Slightly unnerved, Hermione tossed the bottle across the circle to Crabbe. He spun it, and it landed on Ron.
"Okay, dare". Ron didn't hesitate before answering.
"Do the hokey-pokey".
Ron performed his task, and then proceeded to spin the bottle, landing it on Hermione. "Kiss any guy in the room, your choice," he said when she chose dare. "Then tell us how it was".
Hermione leaned across Harry and kissed Draco. About fifteen seconds later, she sat back down. "Hmm," she said.
"How was it?"
Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, I think I may have to try it again". She kissed him again. "Hmm… Not bad. Where's the bottle?"
The bottle was handed to her, and she spun it, landing it on Cho. After she picked 'dare', Hermione snickered. "You have to do a body shot with Harry".
"A what?"
"You don't know what they are?? Okay… Put a slice of lime in your mouth, the rind on the inside. Take off your shirt so Harry can put a handful of sugar on your stomach. Then he has to drink a shot of tequila, take a bite out of the lime, then lick the sugar off".
"Uh… Okay then". Cho lay down on the floor and pulled her top off. She draped it over Harry's neck and handed him the sugar bowl. "Do your worst".
Harry looked like he was going to wet himself in excitement. He did the shot, kind of messily, much to the appeal of the others. He helped Cho back into her shirt, running his hands along her sides as he did so. She arched her back into him, and muttered something about going to clean up.
"Uh… Yeah, me too," Harry said, jumping up and following her out.
"Well… Not that those two are gone…" Hermione picked up the bottle and handed it to Goyle. "Your turn,"
"Hey," Angelina cut in, "you guys just want to do body shots?"
"Meh, why not." Hermione stretched out on the floor. "Who's first?"
To Be Continued…
*Well??? Loved it? Lemme know. Hated it? Lemme know. Want more? Lemme know. Either way, I'll try to write more!! See you on the flip flop. Lata!!!*