Random Fluffy Marshmallows

Author's Note: So what chapter is this again? Five I think, I'm not sure. However, I will not ramble on here… Round Two begins!

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Chapter Five: Let Us Drink to Drunkenness

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU…"

"You can too believe it you just don't want to," marked Neville to no one in particular. Ron kept ranting.

"…LETTING THAT BLOODY WANKER…"

Colin this time cut in quickly with a grin and said, "An absolutely adorable bloody wanker!"

"…IN PUBLIC, THE WHOLE SCHOOL WATCHING…"

"Well, Ron, that was kind of the nature of the dare you see," said Ginny, a bemused smile on her face.

Ron took a deep breath, his narrowed blue eyes gazing at the truth-or-darers around him. Hermione, seated across from him, let out a sigh of relief, thinking that his fury was over. Seated next to her on a plush, maroon love seat was Luna, not paying any attention whatsoever, staring absentmindedly at the walls surrounding them.

Ron's eyes turned to Harry's face, where there was a large grin plastered. Harry was sitting in-between Ginny and Neville, all three of them on a large sofa.

Ron looked to his right, where Luna was. Nothing there…

And then Ron turned to his left where Colin was sitting on the floor, silently chuckling to himself. Everyone was silent as they sat in the Room of Requirement, waiting to see if Ron the Tyrant was finished.

Unfortunately, it was not so.

"IT'S ALL YOUR BLOODY FAULT! CREEVEY I WILL STRANGLE YOU IF IT IS THE LAST THING I DO!" And upon stating this, Ron immediately set out to do so; strangle Colin.

It was just then when Luna stood up and loudly announced that it was time. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, ready for the tasks.

"Let round two begin!"

Instantly the lights dimmed and butterbeer appeared out of no where. Ron stopped going after Colin and instead focused on the drinks, wearing a lopsided grin.

"Let us all drink to drunkenness!" toasted Ron.

"Yes, let's!" cried Ginny. "The tipsier we are the better the tasks get!"

After two hours of drinking nonstop Harry decided that butter beer and bored, yet highly creative if not slightly perverted teenagers are a dangerous combination. He was of course, thinking mostly of Colin at said conclusion.

"Ronald Weasley, I dare you, no truth haha, I dare you to pose in boxer shorts for me! Haha, haha. Come on Ron, off with the pants, let's see 'em!"

Ron's eyes were wide and filled with fright. "Um, let's not Colin…"

"Shirt too! I can get to take it off if you don't, haha…" Colin said loudly, slurring most of the words. And butter beer isn't that strong usually…

As Colin reached for Ron's shirts, Harry jumped off the couch, turning to face Ginny. "You spiked the drinks! How else could Colin…"

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "You obviously haven't seen Colin when he's… well… raunchy…"

"Wow Ron you've got nice abs!" commented Neville after Colin tore off Ron's shirt. Ron's ears turned bright red.

"Doesn't he?" asked Mione, giggling. "Rock solid, aren't they Colin?"

"Ooohh yeah…" whispered Colin, as Ron's ears turned magenta.

"Alrighty then, moving on!" said Ginny, slightly sick at seeing Colin trying to devour her brother. Luckily, Colin did not get his wish at seeing Ron pose in boxer shorts. He would have to be satisfied with Ron shirtless.

"Harry, I dare you to, during the middle of Charms, randomly get out of your seat and move until you are about two feet away from Flitwick's desk. Then you will pause and get on your knees, bowing to Flitwick. You must of course also murmur as you do so, 'All praise the mighty midget, all praise the might midget, all praise the might midget, lord of all the short ones.' Understood?"

"Guess so," said Harry, who thought the dare rather absurd. "Well, my turn, Mione, truth or dare?"

"Hm, dare."

"I dare you too…" Harry paused as he began to think up a dare. And then, it hit him. "I dare you to purposely fail a test: I'll even let you choose what test, aren't I being awfully nice?"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER NO WAY! A TEST! NOOOO!" cried Mione, obviously very upset.

"Okay okay, how about a homework then?"

"ARGAH!"

"Just one Mione! Haha I'm so creative."

"So modest too," added Neville. "Come on Mione, it's your turn!"

"I dare each and everyone of you to do the Bootie Call! Climb up onto the Head Table during dinner or breakfast, your choice, and then start it! Haha, take that all of you!"

"Even me?" asked Ron pitifully. "I've done a dare, haven't I?"

"Yeah I guess you're excused, but only if you promise to make it up with me, eh?"

Ron grinned. "Noooo problem at all Mione, I would love to!"

Mione and Ron smiled at each other, twinkles in their eyes.

The room was quiet for a minute when all of a sudden Colin burst out in tears. "I don't have my leather pants anymore, how am I supposed to do the booty call without my leather pants?"

Author's Note: Alright, that's a wrap for this short and awful chapter. Tell me what you think. You know the drill, read and review!