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CHAPTER 4
"Ok...so Lavender, you're next," Ron said.
Lavender smiled. "I choose dare," she said.
Ron thought for a while. "Um...let's see...kiss Crookshanks," he said.
"What?! Oh, please, Ron, not that one," Lavender pleaded.
Ron stuck out his tongue in a childish manner. "You wish," he said.
Lavender glared at him. "Thank –you-, Ronald Weasley," she said bitterly. She faced Hermione. "Where's that stupid rat?"
"Crookshanks is –not- stupid," Hermione declared angrily.
Lavender ignored her and went up to the girls' dormitory and found the rat curled on top of Hermione's pillow. She hastily grabbed it and brought it downstairs.
"Go Lavender!" Fred cheered, whistling.
Lavender gulped. Everyone watched with bated breath as she slowly lifted the creature and smacked it on the lips.
"Great going, Lavender!" George said, clapping his hands.
Lavender blushed as she handed Hermione her pet. She then cleared her throat and said, "Fred, truth or dare?"
"Uh...truth," Fred answered.
"Ok. Tell us, what's your most embarrassing moment?"
Fred winced. "Oh, do I have to?" he wailed.
Lavender's eyes were sparkling in a way that told Fred, "Yes, or else..."
"Ok, ok, I give up," Fred said, sighing. "It happened when I was thirteen, and George and I just had a fight. We attended a Muggles swimming party, on Dad's will, of course, and we were dressed in swimming trunks. What I didn't know was when we entered the main lobby, George magicked my swimming trunk while I wasn't looking and replaced it with a pink panty with ruffles. It wasn't until I saw my reflection by the water in the pool that I realized why everyone was laughing at me. Oh, it was really horrible! George was lucky no one saw him fiddling with his wand." Fred was now a bright shade of magenta. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without everyone laughing.
"Really? I didn't even know that!" Ron exclaimed.
"Of course I didn't tell! I knew you'd tell everyone..." Fred said.
"Wait till the Slytherins hear about this..." Draco said, laughing.
"Don't you dare, Malfoy!"
Parvati guffawed."And you were 13 at that time? Wearing a panty with—"
"Oh, don't remind me!"
"Anyway, it's your turn to choose, Fred," Harry reminded.
"Oh, right. Harry, truth or dare?" Fred said.
"Dare."
"Gryffindor courage, huh?" Draco said, smirking.
Harry just rolled his eyes and listened to Fred talk.
"Sing 'Jingle bells' in front of everyone at the hallway," Fred said.
Harry looked at him imploringly. "You know I don't know how to sing!" he said.
Fred gave him a nasty grin. "C'mon, Harry. We'll escort you there." The others dragged him towards the corridors, on the spot where there are many people.
"Make way for Harry Potter, the singing wizard!" Fred exclaimed. All the other students, ghosts and portraits turned to look at him. Harry took a deep breath and started singing in a loud voice:
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaaayyyy.......All is fun......" And he went on and on until he reached the last note. The crowd stared at him like he was some sort of crazy guy and continued with their own business, some sneaking confused glances at Harry's direction.
"Wanna audition for Broadway, Potter?" Draco teased, smirking.
The others laughed. Harry blushed even harder.
"Nice singing, though," Hermione said, giggling.
They were halfway through Gryffindor tower when Harry asked George truth or dare and George replied with Truth.
"What are your fears?" Harry asked.
George frowned. "I can't answer that! That is very personal."
"George..." Harry said threateningly.
George sighed. "Ok, fine!" he muttered. "I'm afraid of...mum, the giant squid on Hogwarts' lake, anacondas, being Neville or Ron's seatmate in Potions, becoming like Percy and...that beeping thingy that most Muggles have," he said all in one breath.
"You mean cellphones," Hermione told him.
"And George, I'm not that bad in Potions!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah, right."
"Well, I can't blame you for fearing to be the next seatmate of Neville, you know he always cause trouble in Potions. Sometimes I pity Dean, always ending black and covered in ashes at the end of Potions class," Harry said. They laughed.
"You're afraid of cellphones?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "But why?"
"Well...I just don't like the way they sound and vibrate, so scary...it's like it's about to explode..." George said as Hermione sat on the couch, laughing.
"Oh, so a Weasel's afraid of his mummy," Draco said mockingly.
George blushed. "Parvati, truth or dare?" he asked instead.
"Dare," Parvati replied coolly.
"I want you to hand out invitations to everybody about you and Filch's marriage."
Parvati's eyes widened. "I will not!" she burst out.
"Oh, Parvati," George sang.
Parvati stood up, stomping on her foot. Harry gave her a stack of envelopes with the details included (with the help of magic, of course). They set out outside the common room again. Then, Parvati spotted a few Hufflepuff friends of hers. "Uh, guys!" she called.
"Hey, Parvati!" a girl with dark, curly hair greeted. Parvati handed them each an invitation with trembling fingers and watched as the girls read what was written inside.
"Huh?" the other girl uttered, giving Parvati a creepy look.
"You're disgusting!" the other one said and the three ran away from her. Parvati groaned and glared at her friends.
"Well, go on," Ron said. "You still have a lot of invitations to hand out."
Parvati sighed and headed for the dungeons where she saw Dean, Seamus, Neville and all the other Gryffindor boys.
"Hey guys," Dean greeted when he saw Parvati and the others but glared when he saw Malfoy.
"Parvati has a special announcement to make," George told them.
Parvati approached them and gave them each an envelope. Seamus was the first one to read.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he exclaimed.
"Is this a joke?" Neville asked, his eyes round.
Parvati was speechless. The boys instead ran away from her, Seamus dropping his invitation. Parvati picked it up and was much more surprised when she saw what was on the invitation.
"Harry, how could you do this?!" she exclaimed in outrage.
"Do what?" Harry asked. He took the invitation out of Parvati's hands and laughed at what he saw. There enough, inside the invitation, was a picture of Parvati in a white gown with Filch on a tuxedo, smiling and showing his yellowish teeth. They were about to kiss when Mrs. Norris jumped out of nowhere and scratched Parvati on the back.
"Guess she doesn't like you," Fred said.
Parvati turned red. "I am –not- going to hand out pictures of that bloody invitation ever!" she yelled.
Fred and George chuckled. "There, there. Alright, let's go back to the common room and you go pick out your next victim," Fred suggested, hoping it would silence her. Parvati looked at her friends. She scanned the room, looking for her prey. Then her eyes landed on a laughing Hermione. "Hermione," she called. Hermione stopped laughing and looked at Parvati. "Yes?"
'Truth or Dare?"
"Um...dare?" Hermione replied.
"Come on, Parvati! Think of a good one! Something worth it!" Ron encouraged.
"Alright, alright, I'm thinking, can't you see?" Parvati snapped, still upset about the whole Filch thing. Then, a nasty smile spread across her face.
"Go find Neville and convince him to ride on a broom with you. At least a hundred feet away from the ground."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You cannot! I mean, you know I'm afraid of heights, and Neville doesn't even know how to ride a broom. The last time he touched one was when we were first years!" Hermione cried.
"Wouldn't it be so interesting to watch?" Fred said, grinning.
"Fred! Don't be ridiculous!" Harry said, frowning. "Hermione's right, Parvati. You saw what happened to Neville during his first attempt of riding a broomstick. You don't want Hermione ending up in the hospital wing, right?"
Parvati made a face. "Bummer. But I suppose you're right. Well, if it's not going to be Neville, then who?" she asked.
"Try Weasel," Draco sneered.
Parvati smiled. "Ooh...I know! I really do! Oh, this is going to be good. Really good," she whispered softly, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
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Alright...that's it for now. So sorry it was too short...!!! I was thinking of including Hermione's riding a broomstick with ------- and Harry's dare...but I thought it would make this chapter long. Well, please don't forget to review and tell me what you think about this chap. Alright? Advance thank you!!!!
CHAPTER 4
"Ok...so Lavender, you're next," Ron said.
Lavender smiled. "I choose dare," she said.
Ron thought for a while. "Um...let's see...kiss Crookshanks," he said.
"What?! Oh, please, Ron, not that one," Lavender pleaded.
Ron stuck out his tongue in a childish manner. "You wish," he said.
Lavender glared at him. "Thank –you-, Ronald Weasley," she said bitterly. She faced Hermione. "Where's that stupid rat?"
"Crookshanks is –not- stupid," Hermione declared angrily.
Lavender ignored her and went up to the girls' dormitory and found the rat curled on top of Hermione's pillow. She hastily grabbed it and brought it downstairs.
"Go Lavender!" Fred cheered, whistling.
Lavender gulped. Everyone watched with bated breath as she slowly lifted the creature and smacked it on the lips.
"Great going, Lavender!" George said, clapping his hands.
Lavender blushed as she handed Hermione her pet. She then cleared her throat and said, "Fred, truth or dare?"
"Uh...truth," Fred answered.
"Ok. Tell us, what's your most embarrassing moment?"
Fred winced. "Oh, do I have to?" he wailed.
Lavender's eyes were sparkling in a way that told Fred, "Yes, or else..."
"Ok, ok, I give up," Fred said, sighing. "It happened when I was thirteen, and George and I just had a fight. We attended a Muggles swimming party, on Dad's will, of course, and we were dressed in swimming trunks. What I didn't know was when we entered the main lobby, George magicked my swimming trunk while I wasn't looking and replaced it with a pink panty with ruffles. It wasn't until I saw my reflection by the water in the pool that I realized why everyone was laughing at me. Oh, it was really horrible! George was lucky no one saw him fiddling with his wand." Fred was now a bright shade of magenta. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without everyone laughing.
"Really? I didn't even know that!" Ron exclaimed.
"Of course I didn't tell! I knew you'd tell everyone..." Fred said.
"Wait till the Slytherins hear about this..." Draco said, laughing.
"Don't you dare, Malfoy!"
Parvati guffawed."And you were 13 at that time? Wearing a panty with—"
"Oh, don't remind me!"
"Anyway, it's your turn to choose, Fred," Harry reminded.
"Oh, right. Harry, truth or dare?" Fred said.
"Dare."
"Gryffindor courage, huh?" Draco said, smirking.
Harry just rolled his eyes and listened to Fred talk.
"Sing 'Jingle bells' in front of everyone at the hallway," Fred said.
Harry looked at him imploringly. "You know I don't know how to sing!" he said.
Fred gave him a nasty grin. "C'mon, Harry. We'll escort you there." The others dragged him towards the corridors, on the spot where there are many people.
"Make way for Harry Potter, the singing wizard!" Fred exclaimed. All the other students, ghosts and portraits turned to look at him. Harry took a deep breath and started singing in a loud voice:
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaaayyyy.......All is fun......" And he went on and on until he reached the last note. The crowd stared at him like he was some sort of crazy guy and continued with their own business, some sneaking confused glances at Harry's direction.
"Wanna audition for Broadway, Potter?" Draco teased, smirking.
The others laughed. Harry blushed even harder.
"Nice singing, though," Hermione said, giggling.
They were halfway through Gryffindor tower when Harry asked George truth or dare and George replied with Truth.
"What are your fears?" Harry asked.
George frowned. "I can't answer that! That is very personal."
"George..." Harry said threateningly.
George sighed. "Ok, fine!" he muttered. "I'm afraid of...mum, the giant squid on Hogwarts' lake, anacondas, being Neville or Ron's seatmate in Potions, becoming like Percy and...that beeping thingy that most Muggles have," he said all in one breath.
"You mean cellphones," Hermione told him.
"And George, I'm not that bad in Potions!" Ron exclaimed.
"Yeah, right."
"Well, I can't blame you for fearing to be the next seatmate of Neville, you know he always cause trouble in Potions. Sometimes I pity Dean, always ending black and covered in ashes at the end of Potions class," Harry said. They laughed.
"You're afraid of cellphones?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "But why?"
"Well...I just don't like the way they sound and vibrate, so scary...it's like it's about to explode..." George said as Hermione sat on the couch, laughing.
"Oh, so a Weasel's afraid of his mummy," Draco said mockingly.
George blushed. "Parvati, truth or dare?" he asked instead.
"Dare," Parvati replied coolly.
"I want you to hand out invitations to everybody about you and Filch's marriage."
Parvati's eyes widened. "I will not!" she burst out.
"Oh, Parvati," George sang.
Parvati stood up, stomping on her foot. Harry gave her a stack of envelopes with the details included (with the help of magic, of course). They set out outside the common room again. Then, Parvati spotted a few Hufflepuff friends of hers. "Uh, guys!" she called.
"Hey, Parvati!" a girl with dark, curly hair greeted. Parvati handed them each an invitation with trembling fingers and watched as the girls read what was written inside.
"Huh?" the other girl uttered, giving Parvati a creepy look.
"You're disgusting!" the other one said and the three ran away from her. Parvati groaned and glared at her friends.
"Well, go on," Ron said. "You still have a lot of invitations to hand out."
Parvati sighed and headed for the dungeons where she saw Dean, Seamus, Neville and all the other Gryffindor boys.
"Hey guys," Dean greeted when he saw Parvati and the others but glared when he saw Malfoy.
"Parvati has a special announcement to make," George told them.
Parvati approached them and gave them each an envelope. Seamus was the first one to read.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he exclaimed.
"Is this a joke?" Neville asked, his eyes round.
Parvati was speechless. The boys instead ran away from her, Seamus dropping his invitation. Parvati picked it up and was much more surprised when she saw what was on the invitation.
"Harry, how could you do this?!" she exclaimed in outrage.
"Do what?" Harry asked. He took the invitation out of Parvati's hands and laughed at what he saw. There enough, inside the invitation, was a picture of Parvati in a white gown with Filch on a tuxedo, smiling and showing his yellowish teeth. They were about to kiss when Mrs. Norris jumped out of nowhere and scratched Parvati on the back.
"Guess she doesn't like you," Fred said.
Parvati turned red. "I am –not- going to hand out pictures of that bloody invitation ever!" she yelled.
Fred and George chuckled. "There, there. Alright, let's go back to the common room and you go pick out your next victim," Fred suggested, hoping it would silence her. Parvati looked at her friends. She scanned the room, looking for her prey. Then her eyes landed on a laughing Hermione. "Hermione," she called. Hermione stopped laughing and looked at Parvati. "Yes?"
'Truth or Dare?"
"Um...dare?" Hermione replied.
"Come on, Parvati! Think of a good one! Something worth it!" Ron encouraged.
"Alright, alright, I'm thinking, can't you see?" Parvati snapped, still upset about the whole Filch thing. Then, a nasty smile spread across her face.
"Go find Neville and convince him to ride on a broom with you. At least a hundred feet away from the ground."
Hermione's jaw dropped. "You cannot! I mean, you know I'm afraid of heights, and Neville doesn't even know how to ride a broom. The last time he touched one was when we were first years!" Hermione cried.
"Wouldn't it be so interesting to watch?" Fred said, grinning.
"Fred! Don't be ridiculous!" Harry said, frowning. "Hermione's right, Parvati. You saw what happened to Neville during his first attempt of riding a broomstick. You don't want Hermione ending up in the hospital wing, right?"
Parvati made a face. "Bummer. But I suppose you're right. Well, if it's not going to be Neville, then who?" she asked.
"Try Weasel," Draco sneered.
Parvati smiled. "Ooh...I know! I really do! Oh, this is going to be good. Really good," she whispered softly, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
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Alright...that's it for now. So sorry it was too short...!!! I was thinking of including Hermione's riding a broomstick with ------- and Harry's dare...but I thought it would make this chapter long. Well, please don't forget to review and tell me what you think about this chap. Alright? Advance thank you!!!!