Disclaimer: Blythe is mine, as is this plot. All other Harry Potter references belong to J.K. Rowling, so don't sue me, hm?

CHAPTER 3: Part 2

Blythe grinned and ran a hand through her hair, "Dare."

The girls in the dorm squealed, except of course for Pansy, who sat sulking on her bed reading her potions text, and Millicent who had disappeared about an hour ago.

"Alright," Emma said, "I dare you to--"

But the sound of something solid hitting the door interrupted. The girls froze and stared at each other.

"Well?" Morag whispered, "Who's going to answer it??"

Another thunk as the object hit the door again.

"Blythe, you're closest, you get it."

Blythe nodded and stood, walking as quickly as possible to the door and pulling it open.

"Who's down there?" she whispered.

"Lumos"

A frail light appeared, illuminating the faces of Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

"What are you doing down there?"

"Who is it?" Fayre asked, scurrying up behind Blythe, "Draco? Blaise? What are you doing down there?"

"Well, we tried to come up but the stairs turned into a slide... why doesn't our dorm do that?"

Fayre ran over to her bed stand and grabbed her wand, tapping it lightly on the stone snake at the top of the stairs.

"There, you can come up now."

Morag and Emma scrambled up from their places on the floor and quickly pulled their robes on over their pajamas. Fayre, who was the only girl who had not bothered changing from her uniform, stood by the door while Blythe pulled her own robe on.

"Everyone decent?" Draco called.

"Because if not, we're coming in anyway," Blaise chirped.

"So," Morag asked, tucking her robe tighter around her, "what exactly are you two doing here?"

They looked at each other.

"Well, Bulstrode tipped us off that there was a game of Truth or Dare being played and we decided to invite ourselves up," Blaise said, smiling at her.

There was silence for a moment, then, "So are we gonna play?"

Blythe looked around at the others and shrugged.

"Sure, but if you get caught in a dare, you have to take the heat," Emma said, her tone cool and professional.

Draco waved a hand dismissively and sat down on Blythe's bed, "Of course, now where were you?"

"You mean before we were interrupted by a couple of brainless--"

"Yes, that's what I mean."

Blythe grinned at the put out expression Draco wore, "Emma was just about to give me my dare."

"Remind me again why I'm out here wearing my pajamas and a school robe about to sneak into the Gryffindor dormitories?"

Draco looked over and shrugged, "Because you accepted the dare."

"Oh. Right."

Blythe sighed quietly and concentrated on walking as quietly as possible. Which was difficult to do in a stone castle. After climbing what had to have been 3 separate staircases (Thank GOD I wasn't a Gryffindor) they reached the portrait that was the entrance to the Gryffindor dorms. Blythe looked around nervously while Draco muttered a spell she'd never heard of.

"Phoenix?!" she heard him whisper in a scandalized tone, "Of all things they picked phoenix as their password?"

Indeed, the offending word was scrawled in glowing silver on the wall beside the portrait of the Fat Lady, who had apparently heard the password being spoken and swung open to allow them entry. Blythe dragged Draco, who was mumbling something about Gryffindors and their insanely simple passwords, inside the dorm and closed the portrait.

"Let's just do this quickly before someone wakes up."

The boy nodded and they went to separate ends of the common room, methodically changing the garish red and gold furniture and decorations to green and silver, adding serpents when it seemed appropriate. In what felt like hours but couldn't have been more than 15 minutes, the common room was sufficiently Slytherin.

"Draco, I'm all done what about you?"

But Draco was not in view.

"Draco? Dray? What the hell, where are you?"

Muffled cursing came from the staircase and she turned to see Draco leaping down the steps, "He woke up. We have to get out of here. NOW!"

They ran from the common room and nearly killed themselves on the stairs but found themselves in the dungeons in what Blythe was sure must have been record time.

"What-- the fuck-- were you-- doing-- in the-- dorm?!" Blythe questioned between gasps for air.

"Charming-- Potter's hair-- green and silver," Draco replied, equally out of breath.

"Well, while I can't say that I'm disappointed in you for attempting to make a fool of Potter, I am rather insulted that you were caught in the halls."

Blythe froze on instinct and watched as Draco flinched and turned an interesting shade of green.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing up?" the blonde asked, affecting his most angelic smile and turning to face their Head of House.

"I believe I should be asking the two of you that question, Mr. Malfoy," the professor stated.

Blythe cleared her throat, "Professor, I'd like to say, in our defense of course," she paused and gestured to herself and Draco, "That this is all Blaise Zabini's fault."

Blythe, Draco, and Blaise (who had in fact been completely innocent but, as it had been his word against two others, had been pinned for the crime anyway) received a week's worth of detention. As well as fifty house points each for their execution of the prank on the rival house.

Blaise hadn't been horribly pleased with the news of his undeserved punishment.

"A week of detention?!" He screeched indignantly.

"Well, on the bright side, at least it's not as bad as it could have been," Blythe offered comfortingly.

"Yeah," Draco added, "Potter would have gotten at least three weeks."

Blaise glared at him, "Not helpful. At least you two deserve the punishment. I didn't do anything!" He rounded on Blythe, pointing a finger at her, "This is all your fault you know."

She smiled, "Um... I blame Draco?"

The brunette before her narrowed his eyes.

"I'm gonna go to breakfast. Now," and she rushed out the door.

Blythe looked up, blinking absently as Binns droned on about... something. She had her first detention that night. Ah well, at least it was only a week. The ghost was still droning and apparently hadn't noticed that most of the class was asleep. She shook her head and turned her attention to studying the grounds that were visible through the window. Some moments later she felt someone watching her. Tensing, she turned and met with a pair of green eyes. She looked around, thinking it must be something else he must be looking at, but, finding nothing, turned back to him. Then she grabbed her quill and scribbled a note on it, folding it into an airplane and guiding it to his desk.

Nice hair.

--Blythe

Potter smiled amusedly and immediately wrote a reply, not bothering with elaborate folding before guiding it back to her.

Yeah, I know. Someone snuck into the dorms last night and charmed everything green and silver... including my hair and Ron's pajamas.

--Harry

Blythe giggled. Draco hadn't mentioned the pajamas. She glanced back and smiled at him just before the bell rang and they left the class room.

Author notes: Well, chapter 3 is done, maybe I'll even get around to getting the 4th chappie started in less than a month! ...assuming I survive the massive hurricane that's headed our way. Yeah. Stupid Frances. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Please RR!

Jess