Chap 5
As you can expect, the party was going badly. The beer was flat, and the girls were sober and still fully clothed. Harry was not happy.
"I'm not happy. You know what we need. A stripper, and some stronger drinks." The crowd cheered at this. They all began dancing along to their own applause, till Neville somehow tripped over his handcuff, and they all toppled down like dominos. Everyone lay there for a while, till they heard a doorbell, and looked through the open door.
"Anybody order a stripper?" The crowd's constant cheering stopped, as everyone looked towards non other then what appeared to be a very large pig in a police officer costum. Ron sqealed. Everyone was so transfixed on the pig, that they failed to notice Neville lurking by the drinks, and pour some mysterious pink glowing liquid in, and started handing it round. He then disappeared in a puff of smoke, and some passers by inhailed it and fainted.
People couldn't find music, but luckily, were there's trouble in town, Dumbledore can be found, lose those frowns, and lets get down. (His theme song) Dumbledore (or Humblewhore, his stage name) entered hearing his off key que, and proceeded to play the spoons against his thigh.
"Oh, I'm a sexy stripper, hotter then Jack the ripper. Watch me undo my zipper, and start to thrust my hippers! Oh, yeah, Dumbledore the Humblewhore is in da house!" People's original shocked expressions turned to confusion, as the pig left (much to Ron's displeasure) and Humblewhore took over. Though several people seemed pleased at the situation, and began hooting and whistling, and sometimes gurgling. But the rest of the group left when someone suggested (you guessed it) truth or dare.
"Hmmm, Ron, truth or dare?" Draco had an enormas grin on his face, probably that no one had noticed he was in a Griffindor party, but he also wanted proof in some rumours.
"Ummm, Draco, I think I'll pick dare!"
"Is that your final answer?"
"Yes, it is. No it's not, truth, or ummm..." Ron's stuttering soon became uncontrolable, and a passer by slapped him, and then so did Draco, Harry, Hermionie, Humblewhore, and the pig stripper who came back for free drinks. "Truf." Ron's lip was soo swelled up, you could barly see his nose.
"Is it true you sung that song, "I will Survive" to Snape? And that he gave you a bad review?" The crowd peered in, attempting to hear the swelled up pig lover.
"Yeth, but he asked firsth. And you're only allowed one question." The crowd awwed in unison. Ron cried loudly in the corner.
"Well, I doubt any of us could understand Ron's dares. I guess I'll have to take his go." Hermionie bravly stepped in and procceeded to select her first victum. "Draco, care to dare? Or tell the truth about Ruth?" Draco looked confused, as did the author (me). "Hummf, truth or dare then?"
"Obviously dare, only donkeys pick truth."
"I want you to drink this mysterious pink foaming potion, and join me in the cuboard." Hermionie had already taken 3 shots of the goop, and really wanted some alone time with, well, anyone.
"Hmmm, sounds simple enough." The two strolled towards the cuboard, and the crowd swiftly set up their place by the door, and the entire room was silent.
