(A/N: Thank you all the people who have reviewed so far. Now, I see there's a misunderstanding when Ginny tells Malfoy she's punk? She doesn't really generally CALL herself one, but she realizes that Malfoy is such a dumbass--sorry Draco lovers-- that she simply refers to the general name for it. However, she is simply an artist trying to find herself, like me. We okay? Yeah I wouldn't have been that happy either, but that's the explanation behind it.Anyway, so this is the third chapter already. I've really been cranking these out eh? Well, I just love HG fics. Tootles! -Claer)
(PS: I couldn't resist! I had to put in a Truth or Dare. I just HAD to... well anyways, please enjoy and review.)
Disclaimer: Most characters and settings recognized in here belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm not her, though I wish I was.
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11:42 PM—the Annual Truth Or Dare!!!
Starring… Fiona, Bridget, me, Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Fred, Lee, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, and Lavender!
Fred: (shutting the door to the Boys' Dorm behind him, and clutching large amounts of sweets and Butterbeer) Okay, is everybody here?
Hermione: Yes, everyone's accounted for.
Lee: (peering over Hermy's shoulder) Is that CHECKLIST?
Hermione: (irritably) Yes, Lee, it is.
George: (passing around Butterbeer) Alright, let's get started.
Fred: (assuming the lotus position on the ground) Now, as usual, the rules like last time still apply. Hermy?
Hermione: (glares) I hate it when you call me that.
Fred: I know! (grins cheekily)
Hermione: (rolls eyes, then consults list) Okay, the rules are as of following: 1) The person who was last dared/truth-ed will spin the bottle, and in turn ask the person it lands on truth or dare. 2) If the person the bottle lands on does not wish to fulfill the truth or dare, they must spin the bottle and snog the person who it lands on for ten full seconds. 3) If the bottle for the alternative spin lands on a family member and/or the same gender, the spinner must spin again.
Dean: Oh that's too bad for you Seamus!
Seamus: (joking) Oh yes, we ALL know how much I'll love to snog Harry!
Harry: (grinning) And who said I'd mind?
Bridget: But so many girls' hearts would be tragically broken!
Parvati: (snickering) 'Cept for Hermione, of course. We all know she's smitten with—
Fiona: PARVATI!
Parvati: Uh, oops? Well I didn't SAY it!
Ron: What's going on?!
Me: Oh NOTHING dear brother. Honestly, you are so THICK…
Hermione: (turning red) Can we please just start the game now?
Lee: Sure thing Hermy.
Hermione: STOP CALLING ME THAT, ALL OF YOU!
George: Don't chomp our heads off. Okay, now, Gred, please proceed.
Fred: Sure thing Forge.
Fiona: (muttering) I'll never understand them…
Fred: (spins bottle, and lands on Hermione) Well look at this! HERMY! Truth or dare?
Hermione: Dare.
Fred: Good, good! I dare you to… (slides a wicked glance at poor Ron who is dazedly sipping his Butterbeer) snog Ron in the broom closet for thirty seconds
Hermione: (blushing furiously) There ISN'T a broom closet in here.
Me: Yes there is, right there. (points to far end of dorm room)
Bridget: See? What'd I tell yah? They're always there when you need them.
Fiona: (rolls eyes) Whatever…
Dean: So Hermy? Are you going to?
Hermione: Uhh…
Ron: (very red) You don't have to Hermione!
Hermione: But, I- I w-want to…
Lavender: (shrieking) I KNEW IT!
Me: (punching the air) YES!! (jumps up and points at Parvati) IN YOUR FACE! 5 Galleons, please.
Ron: W-what? You were BETTING ON US?
George: Yes Parvati, I believe you owe ME 8 sickles.
Fred: And me 3 Galleons.
Dean: And me 1 Galleon.
Harry: You AND Seamus owe my 6 Galleons, Parvati.
Seamus: Fine, I have your 6 Galleons, you prat.
Harry: (grins, while Ginny almost swoons) Well, you shouldn't have bet against me.
Hermione: YOU GUYS BET ON US?!!?!?
Me: So…?
Hermione: I CANNOT BELIEVE—
George: Well are you going to snog my younger brother in the broom closet or not?
Hermione: YES.
Ron: (nervously) Well don't bloody strangle them then Hermione.
(Time elapsed: 1minute, 43 seconds)
Lee: (banging on broom closet door) HELLO?! ARE YOU TWO ALIVE?! IT'S PAST 30 SECONDS! YOU CAN COME UP FOR AIR NOW!
(5 seconds later)
Ron: (stumbles out of closet, hair in disarray, grinning like a stupid idiot) OH, um hi.
Bridget: Were you just snogging or shagging in there?
Fiona: BRIDGET!!!
Bridget: What?! You were thinking that too, like everyone else in here.
Hermione: WELL—
Seamus: Oh shove it Hermy.
Lavender: SEAMUS!
Seamus: What?!
(20 seconds later)
Hermione: (glaring) Okay, since that's all settled now, let's continue, hmm? (spins bottle, and bottle land on Lavender) Lavender, truth or dare?
Lavender: Dare.
Hermione: I dare you to… (looks about self) lick Lee's ear.
Lee: WHAT?!
Lavender: Ew, why would I want to do that?
Hermione: Because I dared you to. Or do you want to spin the bottle?
Lavender: Ugh, fine.
Lee: Wait! Don't I get a say in this?! I never agreed to let her lick my ear!
Lavender: (rolls eyes, and slowly licks Lee's ear)
Lee: (wincing) I feel unclean…
Lavender: What's that supposed to mean?
Lee: Oh, nothing.
Lavender: (spins bottle; lands on Bridget) Bridget tru—
Bridget: Dare.
Lavender: Okay then. I dare you to… MAKE OUT WITH FRED!
Bridget: Oh come ON!
Fred: What, you don't like me?
Bridget: Shut up.
Fred: Oh you know you want this.
Bridget: (disgusted) In your dreams and in my nightmares. But because I'd rather snog you than, say, Lee then—
Lee: HEY!
Harry: Oh, BURN.
Lee: Shut up.
Bridget: (standing) Okay, let's get this over with Fred.
Fred: (grinning) Oooookay Bridget.
(30 seconds later)
Ron: Merlin! How long are they going to be at it?
Fiona: A very long time I presume…
Seamus: You know, I haven't seen them come up for air ONCE.
Me: Well now I guess we know they're not asthmatics.
Dean: True.
Lee: AND that Fred certainly likes giving Bridget hickeys…
George: You know, if I weren't so disgusted, I might just be fascinated.
Fiona: Yup.
(31 seconds later)
Bridget: Okay, DEAN! Truth or dare?
Dean: Dare.
Bridget: Okay then, I dare you to… ask Malfoy out on a DATE tomorrow!
Dean: EW! No way!
Harry: I would pay big money to see that.
Parvati: I would too, but seeing that now I'm broke…
Dean: I'm spinning the bottle. (bottle spins and lands on Lavender)
Lavender: Oh god, first Lee's ear now THIS?!
Me: Oh Merlin Lav. You've effing made out with Malfoy. This isn't half bad.
Lavender: What? He's a good kisser.
Harry: (makes puking sound)
Fiona: Agreed, Harry.
(2 seconds later)
Dean: That wasn't as bad as I expected…
Me: Well you kissed her for a point one-th of a second.
Parvati: That's true.
Bridget: An excellent point.
Dean: Oh shut it Bridge. You're the one who made out with Fred for 20 bloody minutes.
Harry: Oh yeah, by the way, you have this huge hickey on your neck.
Bridget: WHAT?!
Me: Well the original plan was to let you walk around school like that all day tomorrow, but I guess since it's out…
Bridget: CAN ANYONE PLEASE GET THIS EFFING THING OFF MY NECK?!
Fred: Sorry, I don't know how to get it off, just on.
Hermione: Yes, I can get it off Bridget.
(17 seconds later)
Parvati: Dean there is no way I am going to sing 'I'm a Little Tea Pot' at lunch tomorrow.
Dean: Then spin the bottle.
Parvati: FINE!
(16 seconds later)
Ron: (groans) Will the bloody thing just STOP already?
Parvati: Oh shut it Ron. I was angry!
George: It's stopping!
Harry: No, really?
Parvati: (screams) I HAVE TO KISS LEE?!
Lee: (groans) I am going to bloody destroy that bottle.
Harry: Well you're just getting lucky tonight!
Lee: Oh bite my Harry.
Harry: Oh you know you don't mean that.
Lee: Harry, I am going to wring your n—
Parvati: I'M WAITING LEE JORDAN!
(3 seconds later)
Fiona: Oooo, it's landing on Ginny!
Me: Oh dear Merlin…
Parvait: GINNY! Truth or dare?
Me: Uhmm… I have a feeling this is going to be a problem.
Seamus: Oh just pick Ginny.
Me: Dare.
Lavender: DARE! SHE PICKED DARE!
Dean: YES LAVENDER, WE KNOW! WE'RE IN THE SAME BLOODY ROOM!
Hermione: …temper…
Parvati: Okay Ginny, I dare you to MAKE OUT WITH HARRY FOR 30 SECONDS!!!
Me: WHAT?!
George: Oh we all know you want to.
Me: Shut the bloody hell up George.
Harry: (grinning… well now why was he grinning?) I'm ready when you are.
Me: Uh…
Parvati: Oh sod it. Go in the broom closet if you feel so uncomfortable.
(2 seconds later, I'm in the broom closet, staring into Harry's green eyes, best I can see in the dark. It was bloody hell. Sure I like Harry, but when it came to this… I wasn't READY! )
Me: Uh…
Harry: (grinning) It's okay Gin.
Me: Um…
Harry: (grins broadly, then leans forwards and plants a slow, sweet kiss on my lips. My heart did this flip and my palms became so effing sweaty. But he is a really good kisser, lemme tell you.)
(25 seconds later, and I'm in the light of day again, a blush on my cheeks.)
What entailed afterwards? Well, Fiona had to kiss Lee (though Lee didn't complain nearly as much as with Lav and Parvati… hmm… suspicious…) and I could tell they both enjoyed that. George had to let Harry give him a whirly from the toilet. Hermione then had to shove as many éclairs in her mouth as possible in 2 minutes (I believe she puked afterwards). Then Seamus had to yell into the Common Room… "I EAT SOCKS IN MY SPARE TIME AND I GAVE PANSY PARKINSON A HICKEY!" which set everybody off, cracking up hysterically. Well, that was the end, because then McGonagall came in and demanded to know what was going on. We didn't quite have a sensible explanation for her.
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Thursday, September 4
6:02 AM
Cannot sleep. I fell asleep at two o'clock last night because Parvati, Lavender, Hermione, Fiona and Bridget kept talking about what had happened. I am so effing cranky it's not even funny. I. Am. Not. A. Morning. Person.
I doubt any of the boys got much sleep either.
Hermione is still feeling something horrid from eating for many éclairs at once. But she insists on going to class. If I was her, I'd play it up a bit more, and ask Madam Pomphrey to let me stay out for two more days. Heh. I am a very good liar. As is Bridget and Fiona. Except Bridget doesn't even TRY to find a more plausible story like Fiona and I. Instead, she'll tell you this incredibly insane bouncer of why she was late to class, having to do with blood-sucking dolphins, cock-fights, and ink bottles that talk, and you'll find yourself believing every word of it, I kid you not.
I still can't get that effing kiss out of my brain. I am so totally going to be out of it today, believe you me. I am so happy I haven't any classes with him.
So tired… must… sleep…
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7:35 AM- Was rudely ripped from bed and thrown into shower. Not fun. I cursed so loudly and fluently that George yelled up the Girl's Dorm stairs if everything was okay. No, everything was NOT okay.
8:05 AM- Was dragged to breakfast, even though I protested and said that classes started at 9, so why be in here so early. Hardly anybody was about.
8:24 AM- Fell asleep with head in cereal bowl.
8:28 AM- Woke up from Bridget's wild yelling for me to get up.
8:29-8:43 AM- Had cereal picked from hair with help from Hermione and Fiona.
9:02 AM- Tripped down stairs and was late for Muggle Studies.
11:13 AM- Managed to stay awake during Potions only because the rat's spleen mixed with Grindylow puke smells something awful. And Snape would have chomped my head off.
12:03 PM- Fell asleep.
12:22 PM- Woke up to find that my head was half-covered with pudding. Performed a cleaning spell, but being that I was half-asleep, I accidentally turned Neville's chicken into a sock. Fiona had to do it for me, since Bridget was laughing so hard. I hexed her.
3:12 PM- Fell asleep staring at my crystal ball.
3:14 PM- Was awoken by Professor Trawnely asking me what I saw.
3:15 PM- Replied I saw Bridget dancing the Irish dance step, while holding a purple pig. (It's true. That was my dream anyways.) Professor Trawnely gasped in horror and said that Bridget would be the first of us to die.
3:17 PM- Starting cracking up at the ridiculous of it all.
3:18 PM- Realized she was serious, and then stopped.
5:45 PM- Fell into a peaceful, undisturbed slumber in History of Magic class. Was not awoken until the end of class. Very pleasant.
6:17 PM- Too tired to go to dinner. Slept in dorm instead.
7:55 PM- Woke up. Took a shower. Did homework.
11:32 PM- Went down to kitchens to eat food.
12:03 AM- Returned to Dorm and started writing in this journal. Will go to sleep in point two seconds. So tired. Must… sleep…
I resolve to wake up at 7:55 and get down to breakfast at 8:15. I can handle that.
-Ginny
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Friday, September 5
8:14 AM
BWAHAHAHA!!!! I have successfully made it down here exactly one minute early! Of course, I didn't shower because I did last night, but that's okay. I made it!!! Hmm… I have Divination first… hmm… Double Transfiguration… not bad… and guess what?!?!
IT'S FRIDAY!
It feels like Thursday today, only because I slept through more than half of yesterday. That's okay. I rather enjoyed yesterday, actually. Well, the sleeping part, that is. The entirety of the time I was awake was rather dull.
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10:23 AM—Muggle Studies
Bridget has just informed me that yesterday (while I was sleeping) she had learned that Fiona likes somebody! Fiona wouldn't tell though, and the only thing that Bridget has managed to find out is that…
He is not in our year.
He is cute (according to Fiona—this makes me nervous, ha-ha)
WOW! WHAT A LIST! WE CAN REALLY NARROW DOWN THE CHOICES NOW CAN'T WE?!?!!
Oh shut up Gin. You know Fiona; her secrets are locked in vaults of 8 inches thick of titanium, with barbed-wire, rabid squirrels, bullet-proof glass, and a high-tech laser beam alarm system.
Well, Bridget, all we have to do if make her crack.
And according to what I just wrote—how?
Persistence, my friend, PERSISTANCE.
So… what are you saying?
I'm SAYING that we ask her and ask her and ask her and ask her and ask her… until she cracks! We'll also pick her weakest moments… like say late at night (because she is such a effing morning bird, it's not even funny).
Sounds like a plan.
Yes it does.
I never knew you were so… sneaky… I'll never try and keep a secret from you AGAIN.
Oops, got to go. Hashburn alert.
-Gin
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