A/N- I had a long debate over who Sevvie should Truth or Dare. It was
soooooooo hard! Well, not really. But kind of. Alright though, I'm going to
shut up now and write. And I'm sorry that it takes me longer to update this
story than the survey one. It's just that this one is a lot more well
written (I hope), so I have to work harder on it. Also, I have to think of
crazy Truth or Dare questions and stuff. Also, sorry if the questions are
odd. Anyway, I'll shut up now for real, and here's the chapter. The next
one is soon to come! R/R!
A/N- Does anyone else find it incredibly annoying that the site crashed for like, two or three days? I couldn't update at all! Sorry!
It wasn't too hard for Sevvie to figure out who he would choose. Although he had to admit it would have been fun to do Harry, Ron, Hermione, or one of the Gryffindors who seemed to live to get him annoyed, he wasn't going to. No, that wouldn't work. It would be a lot easier to pick someone his own age, so he wouldn't have to hold any shot that he had back. So that explained his very appropriate choice.
"Sirius Black, Truth or Dare?" Snape asked, smirking at him. Sirius didn't even blink. In fact, he actually looked excited at the prospect of being Truth or Dared. "I'll take Dare," he said animatedly. Everyone looked on eagerly as Snape thought of a Dare. Just about everyone in the room knew their rivalry went back to when the two of them had first started at Hogwarts, and knew that, especially after the grape incident, Sevvie would be eager to get back at Sirius.
After a minute, Snape's eyes lit up. He had come up with what he thought was a brilliant idea. "Okay Black, this is it," he said eagerly, "Now I understand that your brain is a little cramped behind that ego of yours, so you might not get it, because it's a little complicated. It's also not at all my usual style, its more Lucius' style, so I don't know how I thought of it. But anyway, this is it.
You, Black, are going to sit in the chair in the middle of our little circle, and I'm going to blindfold you. Once you're blindfolded, I'll select someone to come take your pants off, leaving your boxers on, of course, we don't need any bad images. This same person is then going to massage you for three minutes.
If you don't make a single sound while this is going on, then after three minutes, the Dare will be over and you'll get your pants back. If you do make a sound, then you have to remain in your boxers for the rest of the game."
Here he paused, allowing the full effect of his words to sink in. "That's diabolical!" Sirius said, though he didn't look worried. "Thanks," Snape nodded, conjuring up a blindfold, "Now please, sit down." Sirius sat, and immediately, the blindfold wrapped itself around his eyes, making sure he couldn't see anything.
Then Snape cast a charm so that Sirius wouldn't hear what he said next. "Alright everyone, for Sirius's Dare to get started, I'm going to need someone to do the massaging. And I think I know just the person who would get to Sirius," Sevvie said, smirking self-satisfiedly.
"Of course, they will have to agree, which might cause some problems," he continued, looking around the room, "But I might as well ask. I mean, just imagine the look on Sirius's face if he found out that it had been Remus Lupin doing the massaging."
He looked pointedly at Lupin, really hoping he would agree, because he could only imagine how hilarious that would be. But, as was expected, Remmie shook his head vehemently. "Are you crazy, Sevvie? I'm not giving Sirius a massage… especially not if he doesn't even know it's me!" Lupin said, laughing at the thought of it.
Snape glared at him, looking very disappointed. But he had to move on and find someone who would, so that the Dare could continue. "Very well. Is there anyone else who wants to volunteer to be the massager?" he asked diabolically.
Sevvie was surprised to find that half the hands in the room shot into the air. In fact, the group with their hands raised was the oddest he had ever seen. Among them were Parvati Patil, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood, and Cissa Malfoy.
"Wow. Okay, before I make a decision, let me ask a question. Oliver, Fred, and George, why the hell did you raise your hands?" Snape asked, shaking his head as though he did not really want to know the answer. Oliver, Fred, and George laughed. "Honestly, Professor, you have a dirty mind! We only volunteered to see the look on Sirius's face when he would find out it was us!" Fred said, sniggering.
Snape nodded, grateful that that was all there was to it. "Alright, good. Now I'm sorry to disappoint everyone else who volunteered, but I know just who to pick. If I can't have Lupin do it, I'll take the next best thing—his date. Will you do it, Cissa?" he asked, looking hopefully at her. She nodded, glaring pointedly at Lucius.
"Great," Sevvie said, looking very relieved, "You have three minutes. Go to work." While Cissa was getting up and walking the very short distance over to Sirius, Snape took the charm off Sirius so that he would be able to hear. "Alright Black, the person giving you the massage has been chosen. Nod if you're ready, because if you make a sound then you play the rest of the game in your boxers," he said, laughing.
Sirius nodded, feeling very agitated that he would not be able to see who was giving the massage to him. As soon as Sevvie nodded the okay, Cissa sat down on the floor and took of Sirius's shoes. Then she took off his socks. And then she started tickling his feet. Looking like he was cracking up, he was able to hold his breath for the five seconds that she did that. He was very relieved when she stopped, and set to work to take off his pants.
Sirius didn't mind at all that he had worn jeans, because his mystery masseuse had to work extra hard to get them off. Finally, she did it, revealing his red silk boxers. Everyone burst out laughing. "Nice boxers, Black!" Draco said sarcastically, making it very hard for Sirius to stay silent.
"Yeah, red is totally in," Lucius said sardonically. Sirius grit his teeth. He would have liked nothing better than to point out to Lucius that at least he wasn't the one who was supposed to be a safe bet, but his pants were worth more to him than telling off Lucius.
Everyone shut up after a second though, because his mystery masseuse then began his massage. He had to say, whoever she was, she was very talented, as she worked out any tenseness in his shoulders. As she moved down to his back, Sirius had to work very hard not to sigh contentedly. Luckily for his pants, he managed it.
Then she gently massaged his face, and as he felt his cheeks go slack, he couldn't help wondering who this person was, and where she had learned her massaging skills. But he resisted the urge to ask, because he didn't think he'd really fancy showing everyone his red silk boxers longer than he had to.
Finally, as the massage reached the two and a half minute mark (meaning there were thirty seconds left), Sirius felt his mystery masseuse start to rub his thighs. He held back as long as he could, but just ten seconds before his Dare was up, he let out a little moan of pleasure.
"Damn!" he swore, realizing a split second too late what he had just done. Everyone laughed, including his mystery masseuse. It was a laugh he had heard before, he knew it. If he could only place who it was. Oh well, he would only have to wait a tiny bit longer, as three minutes was just now up.
"Well, your massage time is up, Black," Snape said, sniggering, "I must say, that was entertaining for us all. And I'm sorry to report to you that because of that little moan, or whatever noise that was at the end, you have to remain in your boxers until the end of the game! And now, would you like to find out who your mystery masseuse was?"
Sirius nodded eagerly from behind the blindfold. "She was bloody amazing! I've never had such a good massage before!" he said excitedly, "Who was she?" As he said this, he heard that familiar laugh again. This time though, he thought he recognized it. And he was right, too, he realized with disgust, as Sevvie pulled his blindfold away to reveal none other than Cissa Malfoy.
"Cissa? *You* were my mystery masseuse?! Ew! Ew, that's sick and wrong! Sevvie, you have a twisted mind!" Sirius said, horror-struck. "Thanks," Snape said again, laughing at the revolted look on Sirius's face.
He was also, however, laughing at the look on Lucius' face. He looked very put out, and Snape had a feeling that he now knew exactly how his wife had felt only a little earlier when Cho had made him into a human ice cream sundae.
"Anyways, Black, it's your turn to-" Sevvie managed to get out before there was a big racket on the other side of the portrait hole. "But- but- but the password was fizzing whizbee just a couple of hours ago! I know it was!" came Colin Creevey's voice from the other side of the portrait hole.
Most of the people inside burst out laughing. "Well that is no longer the password," the Fat Lady said, "And if you don't know the password, you can't enter." Outside, Colin's voice was steadily rising with panic. "But this is my common room!" he said, whining.
"Do you think one of us should go tell him the password?" Hermione asked, feeling a little guilty. Sirius shrugged. "If you want to," he said carelessly, "we can slip a paper with it written on it out to him." Hermione nodded hopefully, and Sirius wrote it down and slipped it under the Fat Lady's portrait to Colin.
Colin picked it up and looked at it incredulously. "Is this the password?" he called to everyone inside. "DUH!" Fred and George yelled out to him, laughing. Out in the corridor, Colin's eyebrows shot up. "Password, *please*," the Fat Lady said exasperatedly.
Colin's face turned bright red. He obviously didn't want to say it. He was torn though, because he really wanted to get into the common room. Finally, he decided to just suck it up. "Sirius Black is hot!" he said loudly and clearly.
The Fat Lady's portrait swung open, only to reveal the group playing Truth or Dare laughing hysterically. Upon seeing Sirius with tears of laughter in his eyes, Colin's face went even redder, if that was possible. "Well that was the password!" he defended himself, looking around at everyone.
"Colin, welcome to Truth or Dare," Fred said, seizing the moment, "I should warn you, though, this is the adult version of Truth or Dare. You can play at your own risk. However, there are some things happening that should probably be censored. Want the run down?"
Colin nodded almost eagerly; glad for anything that would take the attention off himself and the password. Besides, he had been very curious about the laughing he had heard all the way down in the Great Hall, and what had made a good number of dance-goers all gather in the Gryffindor common room rather than the Great Hall.
"Alright," Fred laughed, "Here it is. We found out that Oliver Wood went all the way home with Katie Bell and loved every minute of it. Draco Malfoy stripped down to his boxers while singing 'I'm Too Sexy'. Ron and Hermione switched underwear, so Hermione is now wearing orange Chudley Cannon's boxers, and Ron is wearing a red thong. And good old George gave Oliver and Katie an amazing rendition of the 'Birds and Bees' talk.
Then Pansy Parkinson snogged Draco the same way she snogged a teddy bear, and Parvati Patil French-kissed Sirius's belly button. Afterwards, Cho Chang made Lucius Malfoy into a human ice cream sundae, and ate it off. Professor Snape fed Professor Sinistra three grapes using only his lips, no hands. And just now, Sirius got a massage from Cissa Malfoy and is stuck wearing his red silk boxers the rest of the game."
Colin looked around the room, as if searching for proof that this had all happened. The laughter, and the flush on everyone's faces, sealed the fact that it was really true. "So can I play?" he asked excitedly, thinking of how funny this would be.
"Well," George piped up, "It's all up to you. But if you play, you might end up scarred for life! You might even end up seeing Harry Potter in his boxers!" Harry shook his head at George. He might be playing Truth or Dare, but he wouldn't be stripping down to his boxers. Especially not in front of Colin. "Oh, I don't mind!" Colin said, on tenterhooks, causing everyone a fresh round of laughter.
George was all set to say okay, but catching the look of mingled horror and disgust on Harry's face said, "Actually Colin, I think it'd be better if you just head up to your dorm. This game is really too mature for you." Colin frowned, very disappointed.
"But Ginny is playing, and she's my age," he whined, "I'm not leaving!" There was some significant eye rolling exchanged, especially from the Slytherins, who found Colin (and the stupid camera he always wore around his neck) particularly annoying.
"Hey Creevey, if we let you take a picture of Potter, will you leave?" Draco drawled, sniggering. Colin, to hardly anyone's surprise, nodded eagerly. Harry grimaced, but stood up. "Where should I stand?" he asked monotonously.
"Just right there is great!" Colin piped, grinning, "Now say 'Cheese'!" "Cheese," Harry said, smiling half-heartedly. Colin snapped the picture as everyone laughed. Smiling to himself, he then skipped happily up the stairs towards the fourth year boys' dormitories.
"That kid has some issues," Seamus said, laughing, "He's like: Oh; I don't mind seeing Harry in boxers! Bring it on! Oh yeah, baby! And then he skips off holding Harry's picture! I don't even want to *know* what he does with all those, mate!"
Harry laughed. Colin was very obsessive, it was definitely true. He was also incredibly annoying, and in most people's opinion, and embarrassment to Gryffindor. "Sirius, isn't it your turn to Truth or Dare someone?" he asked, drawing the subject away from Colin Creevey, who creeped him out. Sirius grinned, a smirk playing his lips. "Yes, I think it is," he said happily.
A/N- Does anyone else find it incredibly annoying that the site crashed for like, two or three days? I couldn't update at all! Sorry!
It wasn't too hard for Sevvie to figure out who he would choose. Although he had to admit it would have been fun to do Harry, Ron, Hermione, or one of the Gryffindors who seemed to live to get him annoyed, he wasn't going to. No, that wouldn't work. It would be a lot easier to pick someone his own age, so he wouldn't have to hold any shot that he had back. So that explained his very appropriate choice.
"Sirius Black, Truth or Dare?" Snape asked, smirking at him. Sirius didn't even blink. In fact, he actually looked excited at the prospect of being Truth or Dared. "I'll take Dare," he said animatedly. Everyone looked on eagerly as Snape thought of a Dare. Just about everyone in the room knew their rivalry went back to when the two of them had first started at Hogwarts, and knew that, especially after the grape incident, Sevvie would be eager to get back at Sirius.
After a minute, Snape's eyes lit up. He had come up with what he thought was a brilliant idea. "Okay Black, this is it," he said eagerly, "Now I understand that your brain is a little cramped behind that ego of yours, so you might not get it, because it's a little complicated. It's also not at all my usual style, its more Lucius' style, so I don't know how I thought of it. But anyway, this is it.
You, Black, are going to sit in the chair in the middle of our little circle, and I'm going to blindfold you. Once you're blindfolded, I'll select someone to come take your pants off, leaving your boxers on, of course, we don't need any bad images. This same person is then going to massage you for three minutes.
If you don't make a single sound while this is going on, then after three minutes, the Dare will be over and you'll get your pants back. If you do make a sound, then you have to remain in your boxers for the rest of the game."
Here he paused, allowing the full effect of his words to sink in. "That's diabolical!" Sirius said, though he didn't look worried. "Thanks," Snape nodded, conjuring up a blindfold, "Now please, sit down." Sirius sat, and immediately, the blindfold wrapped itself around his eyes, making sure he couldn't see anything.
Then Snape cast a charm so that Sirius wouldn't hear what he said next. "Alright everyone, for Sirius's Dare to get started, I'm going to need someone to do the massaging. And I think I know just the person who would get to Sirius," Sevvie said, smirking self-satisfiedly.
"Of course, they will have to agree, which might cause some problems," he continued, looking around the room, "But I might as well ask. I mean, just imagine the look on Sirius's face if he found out that it had been Remus Lupin doing the massaging."
He looked pointedly at Lupin, really hoping he would agree, because he could only imagine how hilarious that would be. But, as was expected, Remmie shook his head vehemently. "Are you crazy, Sevvie? I'm not giving Sirius a massage… especially not if he doesn't even know it's me!" Lupin said, laughing at the thought of it.
Snape glared at him, looking very disappointed. But he had to move on and find someone who would, so that the Dare could continue. "Very well. Is there anyone else who wants to volunteer to be the massager?" he asked diabolically.
Sevvie was surprised to find that half the hands in the room shot into the air. In fact, the group with their hands raised was the oddest he had ever seen. Among them were Parvati Patil, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, Oliver Wood, and Cissa Malfoy.
"Wow. Okay, before I make a decision, let me ask a question. Oliver, Fred, and George, why the hell did you raise your hands?" Snape asked, shaking his head as though he did not really want to know the answer. Oliver, Fred, and George laughed. "Honestly, Professor, you have a dirty mind! We only volunteered to see the look on Sirius's face when he would find out it was us!" Fred said, sniggering.
Snape nodded, grateful that that was all there was to it. "Alright, good. Now I'm sorry to disappoint everyone else who volunteered, but I know just who to pick. If I can't have Lupin do it, I'll take the next best thing—his date. Will you do it, Cissa?" he asked, looking hopefully at her. She nodded, glaring pointedly at Lucius.
"Great," Sevvie said, looking very relieved, "You have three minutes. Go to work." While Cissa was getting up and walking the very short distance over to Sirius, Snape took the charm off Sirius so that he would be able to hear. "Alright Black, the person giving you the massage has been chosen. Nod if you're ready, because if you make a sound then you play the rest of the game in your boxers," he said, laughing.
Sirius nodded, feeling very agitated that he would not be able to see who was giving the massage to him. As soon as Sevvie nodded the okay, Cissa sat down on the floor and took of Sirius's shoes. Then she took off his socks. And then she started tickling his feet. Looking like he was cracking up, he was able to hold his breath for the five seconds that she did that. He was very relieved when she stopped, and set to work to take off his pants.
Sirius didn't mind at all that he had worn jeans, because his mystery masseuse had to work extra hard to get them off. Finally, she did it, revealing his red silk boxers. Everyone burst out laughing. "Nice boxers, Black!" Draco said sarcastically, making it very hard for Sirius to stay silent.
"Yeah, red is totally in," Lucius said sardonically. Sirius grit his teeth. He would have liked nothing better than to point out to Lucius that at least he wasn't the one who was supposed to be a safe bet, but his pants were worth more to him than telling off Lucius.
Everyone shut up after a second though, because his mystery masseuse then began his massage. He had to say, whoever she was, she was very talented, as she worked out any tenseness in his shoulders. As she moved down to his back, Sirius had to work very hard not to sigh contentedly. Luckily for his pants, he managed it.
Then she gently massaged his face, and as he felt his cheeks go slack, he couldn't help wondering who this person was, and where she had learned her massaging skills. But he resisted the urge to ask, because he didn't think he'd really fancy showing everyone his red silk boxers longer than he had to.
Finally, as the massage reached the two and a half minute mark (meaning there were thirty seconds left), Sirius felt his mystery masseuse start to rub his thighs. He held back as long as he could, but just ten seconds before his Dare was up, he let out a little moan of pleasure.
"Damn!" he swore, realizing a split second too late what he had just done. Everyone laughed, including his mystery masseuse. It was a laugh he had heard before, he knew it. If he could only place who it was. Oh well, he would only have to wait a tiny bit longer, as three minutes was just now up.
"Well, your massage time is up, Black," Snape said, sniggering, "I must say, that was entertaining for us all. And I'm sorry to report to you that because of that little moan, or whatever noise that was at the end, you have to remain in your boxers until the end of the game! And now, would you like to find out who your mystery masseuse was?"
Sirius nodded eagerly from behind the blindfold. "She was bloody amazing! I've never had such a good massage before!" he said excitedly, "Who was she?" As he said this, he heard that familiar laugh again. This time though, he thought he recognized it. And he was right, too, he realized with disgust, as Sevvie pulled his blindfold away to reveal none other than Cissa Malfoy.
"Cissa? *You* were my mystery masseuse?! Ew! Ew, that's sick and wrong! Sevvie, you have a twisted mind!" Sirius said, horror-struck. "Thanks," Snape said again, laughing at the revolted look on Sirius's face.
He was also, however, laughing at the look on Lucius' face. He looked very put out, and Snape had a feeling that he now knew exactly how his wife had felt only a little earlier when Cho had made him into a human ice cream sundae.
"Anyways, Black, it's your turn to-" Sevvie managed to get out before there was a big racket on the other side of the portrait hole. "But- but- but the password was fizzing whizbee just a couple of hours ago! I know it was!" came Colin Creevey's voice from the other side of the portrait hole.
Most of the people inside burst out laughing. "Well that is no longer the password," the Fat Lady said, "And if you don't know the password, you can't enter." Outside, Colin's voice was steadily rising with panic. "But this is my common room!" he said, whining.
"Do you think one of us should go tell him the password?" Hermione asked, feeling a little guilty. Sirius shrugged. "If you want to," he said carelessly, "we can slip a paper with it written on it out to him." Hermione nodded hopefully, and Sirius wrote it down and slipped it under the Fat Lady's portrait to Colin.
Colin picked it up and looked at it incredulously. "Is this the password?" he called to everyone inside. "DUH!" Fred and George yelled out to him, laughing. Out in the corridor, Colin's eyebrows shot up. "Password, *please*," the Fat Lady said exasperatedly.
Colin's face turned bright red. He obviously didn't want to say it. He was torn though, because he really wanted to get into the common room. Finally, he decided to just suck it up. "Sirius Black is hot!" he said loudly and clearly.
The Fat Lady's portrait swung open, only to reveal the group playing Truth or Dare laughing hysterically. Upon seeing Sirius with tears of laughter in his eyes, Colin's face went even redder, if that was possible. "Well that was the password!" he defended himself, looking around at everyone.
"Colin, welcome to Truth or Dare," Fred said, seizing the moment, "I should warn you, though, this is the adult version of Truth or Dare. You can play at your own risk. However, there are some things happening that should probably be censored. Want the run down?"
Colin nodded almost eagerly; glad for anything that would take the attention off himself and the password. Besides, he had been very curious about the laughing he had heard all the way down in the Great Hall, and what had made a good number of dance-goers all gather in the Gryffindor common room rather than the Great Hall.
"Alright," Fred laughed, "Here it is. We found out that Oliver Wood went all the way home with Katie Bell and loved every minute of it. Draco Malfoy stripped down to his boxers while singing 'I'm Too Sexy'. Ron and Hermione switched underwear, so Hermione is now wearing orange Chudley Cannon's boxers, and Ron is wearing a red thong. And good old George gave Oliver and Katie an amazing rendition of the 'Birds and Bees' talk.
Then Pansy Parkinson snogged Draco the same way she snogged a teddy bear, and Parvati Patil French-kissed Sirius's belly button. Afterwards, Cho Chang made Lucius Malfoy into a human ice cream sundae, and ate it off. Professor Snape fed Professor Sinistra three grapes using only his lips, no hands. And just now, Sirius got a massage from Cissa Malfoy and is stuck wearing his red silk boxers the rest of the game."
Colin looked around the room, as if searching for proof that this had all happened. The laughter, and the flush on everyone's faces, sealed the fact that it was really true. "So can I play?" he asked excitedly, thinking of how funny this would be.
"Well," George piped up, "It's all up to you. But if you play, you might end up scarred for life! You might even end up seeing Harry Potter in his boxers!" Harry shook his head at George. He might be playing Truth or Dare, but he wouldn't be stripping down to his boxers. Especially not in front of Colin. "Oh, I don't mind!" Colin said, on tenterhooks, causing everyone a fresh round of laughter.
George was all set to say okay, but catching the look of mingled horror and disgust on Harry's face said, "Actually Colin, I think it'd be better if you just head up to your dorm. This game is really too mature for you." Colin frowned, very disappointed.
"But Ginny is playing, and she's my age," he whined, "I'm not leaving!" There was some significant eye rolling exchanged, especially from the Slytherins, who found Colin (and the stupid camera he always wore around his neck) particularly annoying.
"Hey Creevey, if we let you take a picture of Potter, will you leave?" Draco drawled, sniggering. Colin, to hardly anyone's surprise, nodded eagerly. Harry grimaced, but stood up. "Where should I stand?" he asked monotonously.
"Just right there is great!" Colin piped, grinning, "Now say 'Cheese'!" "Cheese," Harry said, smiling half-heartedly. Colin snapped the picture as everyone laughed. Smiling to himself, he then skipped happily up the stairs towards the fourth year boys' dormitories.
"That kid has some issues," Seamus said, laughing, "He's like: Oh; I don't mind seeing Harry in boxers! Bring it on! Oh yeah, baby! And then he skips off holding Harry's picture! I don't even want to *know* what he does with all those, mate!"
Harry laughed. Colin was very obsessive, it was definitely true. He was also incredibly annoying, and in most people's opinion, and embarrassment to Gryffindor. "Sirius, isn't it your turn to Truth or Dare someone?" he asked, drawing the subject away from Colin Creevey, who creeped him out. Sirius grinned, a smirk playing his lips. "Yes, I think it is," he said happily.
