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A/N: Hello my wonderful reviewers! Here's the next chapter.
I would have posted this last night but unfortunately mum took away my internet cord.
Apparently I'm still grounded. So I am opting to post this during class (this is her big sister frown naughty naughty). Sshhh don't tell anyone.
A/N: please not Jeff the penguin of almost certain peril! No...no...anything but that!
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Neville glanced around the common room nervously. That look on Ron's face was not comforting.
"What?" he asked again, fear clenched at his stomach like a vice.
"Congratulations Neville you have just opted to go first in our little game" Harry gave a smirk that would rival Draco Malfoy, and leaned back against the couch.
Neville's face lost all colour and he glanced around quickly for a way out of the common room.
There it was! The fat lady's portrait- just a couple of meters away from where he was sitting.
Neville licked his dry lips nervously as he edged his way over to the end of the couch,
jumping off, he pelted towards the entrance. Dean, a fanatic football fan, lunged off the couch and tore after Neville who was getting closer to his goal.
Leaping into the air, Dean flew into Neville and tackled him to the ground mercilessly.
Neville, who's face was now buried into the carpet, groaned.
"Come on Nev, lighten up! It's just truth or dare, just a friendly little game that's all." Dean's feral grin betrayed his soothing tone. Patting the boy on the back, he helped Neville up from the ground.
"That's what you all said about exploding snap!" Neville moaned as he was lead back to the couches by Harry and Seamus "It's taken me months to grow back my eyebrows!"
Ron tried to stifle a laugh and was failing miserably.
Neville noticed this and glared at him viciously "I suppose you'd find it funny," he spat, "but I don't! You weren't the one who had to stay in the hospital wing over night while with bald eyes! That place gives me the creeps" he shuddered.
Harry nodded sympathetically, waiting impatiently for the game to begin.
"Okay...Ron, you go first instead," he said decisively.
Neville looked slightly relived.
"So, Truth or Dare," Seamus asked, leaning off the couch, Ron gulped and moved closer.
"Dare," he said, voice quavering slightly.
"Good- at least someone around here has balls," Seamus shot a pointed look to Neville and then turned back to the redhead. "Alright, I dare you to strip down to your boxers, walk up to Professor McGonagall, and say 'I know you can't deny it, come on cat woman! Kiss me!!"
Ron made a face, then grinned "You know, you came up with that one awfully fast Finnigan- been lying awake at night dreaming of someone who isn't a blond fifth year?"
"Blerg gross guys, Ron don't you dare do that, I'll have nightmares for weeks knowing you've snogged McGonagall. Besides I'll also write to you mother," Harry stopped, looking thoughtful he changed tack. "Actually, go on Ron have a wonderful time. I want to see the howler you get from Mrs Weasley in the morning, that's always a good laugh," Harry gave a cheeky grin and moved to sit near the protection of Dean.
"Hey! I am a Gryffindor! I don't back out on dares. Goodbye boys I have a date with McGonagall" Ron grinned and began to take off his robes.
Once in the required dress code he strode towards the portrait hole, muttering the password he disappeared into the darkness of the corridor in the general direction of McGonagall.
"Wow... I didn't think he'd actually do it!" Harry laughed as Seamus closed the portrait hole with a grin.
"Neither did I but when it comes to Ron he can show amazing Gryffindor courage and bravery at the oddest moments" Harry nodded in agreement.
Ron had shown bravery that not many other Gryffindors could match at times. Like when he had sacrificed himself at the age of eleven on the giant chess set. Or when he'd faced his worst fear, spiders, upon meeting Aragog in the Forbidden Forest and going down into the chamber later that year to rescue his sister with Harry.
The boys past the time getting increasingly tipsy on Charlie's firewhiskey whilst they waited for Ron to return. After what seemed like an eternity the portrait opened again and in trudged Ron with red, swollen lips and a haunted expression. Against his bone white face his freckles stood out alarmingly. In contrast his ears were a vivid fire engine red.
"How was it Ron?!" asked Harry eagerly, his nose red, legs wobbling a little.
"It was dark" Ron's voice was choked and stilted as he blurted- "Filch and McGonagall are the same height"
It took a moment for the inebriated (a/n my sister told me that word (it means pissed, drunk, legless, paraletic, loaded, full as a boot - you get what I mean)) sixth years to understand what he meant, but when they did there was a general uproar.
Neville was looking decidedly ill whilst Dean retched in the corner. Ron was rocking back and forth, hugging his knees whilst Seamus took a swig of alcohol to wash out the imagined taste. Harry sat stock still and suddenly stone cold sober as he stared at Ron with wide eyes.
"NEXT!" he screamed suddenly. Everyone was jolted back into awareness "I vote Neville since he dodged the first time"
The other three agreed...
A/N: Oooohhh cliffie!!! What will poor Neville be subjected to next? And what the hell happened to Seamus's pants? Find out in the next chapter of.... 'The drunk truth or dare game'!!
PS: this may (probably will) become Ron/Hermione. I'm sorry to my Harry/ Hermione reviewer but dude its incest!
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