Hello everyone, sorry for the wait. Thank you to all our wonderful reviewers! We love you guys. Some of you as I take it had trouble understanding Draco's lisp. All you have to do is substitute s for th, so thing a thekthy thong to theamuth, meant: Sing a sexy song to Seamus. For those of you still confuzzled, not to worry his predicament will be lifted soon enough. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

Hermione turned, dazed and satisfied, to Pansy.

"Truth, Dare or Drink?" Pansy, after seeing Morag's rather annoying yet stupid dare, decided to choose, "TRUTH!"

Hermione looked slightly disappointed. "Fine, then, who do you think is the hottest guy in the school…other then your beloved Draco?" she asked, adding the later due to Pansy's expression of relief at such an easy question.

Pansy scowled. Of course the answer to the question was easy enough, but Draco would slaughter her if she said it. Still, not being able to think of an alternate candidate she admitted, " Harry."

Harry grinned. Draco looked horrified. " PANTHY!" he shouted, enraged.

"You're MUCH hotter then he is, Draco," she tried to coo comfortingly, patting his arm. Draco shook her off him. "What the hell are we coming too?" he asked miserably.

"My turn." Pansy said loudly, trying to divert attention from her previous answer. "Acacia, Truth Dare or Drink." Acacia stared at her for a moment as if calculating the chance that Pansy would give her a terrible dare. "Dare," she finally decided.

"Go over to the chest and pull out one item. Then, use it in the most creative way you can," Pansy said with a grin. Acacia shrugged, stood up and strode over to the large wooden chest. "Here goes nothing," she said with a sigh. She put her hand in and pulled out the first item her fingers touched…

Handcuffs.

"Oh no," was her mortified whisper. She turned around concealing them behind her. "I would like to use these 'creatively' when I dare someone else."

Pansy nodded. "All right."

Acacia's eyes scanned the room…who to torture for the rest of the game? "Harry. Got enough courage to take a dare?" she said, putting emphasis on "courage," as if to say he blatantly didn't have enough. He scowled. "You're on."

She grinned and revealed the handcuffs, his eyes widened. "You will be bound to one person of my choosing…"—her eyes flashed as she scanned the silent room—"for the rest of the game." She said it softly.

Harry looked a little less worried—apparently he had been expecting something worse. But of course, Acacia being evil, he found himself chained to a still lisping and loudly complaining Draco Malfoy five minutes later.

This was not going to be pleasant.

He decided to make a point of shooting glares across the room to Acacia at every available moment. And, from the looks of it, Draco had decided on something similar.

It was Harry's turn. "Theodore," he said. The boy had hardly been picked on and subsequently had suffered much less then anyone else. "Dare…" he said, glancing at the handcuffs, then back to Harry, as if wondering how evil he might be due to his present ordeal.

"Sing country music…loud."

Theodore looked rather surprised, but despite the oddness of the situation burst into a very bad rendition of a Tim McGraw song. Blaise Zabini started to cringe, then twitch, then wail. He was rocking back and forth clutching his stomach mumbling about being sick and crying out at random intervals in agony begging Theodore to stop.

Finally Blaise jumped up ran to the window and started retching onto the grounds far below. When Theodore Nott had finished the song. Blaise's head reappeared, looking very pissed off. "That was cruel and unusual punishment," he said nastily glaring at Harry, before resuming his seat in the circle.

Meanwhile Harry and Draco had gotten into a heated argument concerning Harry's futile attempts to scratch his nose and Draco's disgust at even having to near Harry's face with his hand. Theodore broke up the argument by taking his turn. " Blaise?"

Blaise glared at him before saying, "Dare." Theodore grinned. He had look of pure evil as though he were conjuring up the worst dare known to man in the depths of his mind. Blaise was starting to look nervous. "I want you to…." He paused for the effect.

" DO A LITTLE DANCE!"

Blaise stared at him for a moment as if he still couldn't believe that was all, before he got up did a sort of wonky jig then sat down again. He surveyed the room searching for his next victim.

His eyes fell on Ginny, sitting between the still arguing Harry and Draco, with Seamus, still trying to hit on her under his breath, on the other side. She looked a mixture of frazzled and very ticked off.

"Ginny. Truth, Dare, or Drink."

She looked at him. "Dare," she said flatly—no fear whatsoever in her confident stare.

"I dare you to…" His eyes strayed to Seamus. "Give the Irish kid a lap dance."

Ginny looked ready to flay Blaise alive and Seamus looked ecstatic. She slowly got up and proceeded to give an astonished Seamus an incredibly impressive lap dance, making even Harry and Draco stop arguing just to watch. When she had finished she sat back down again, with a grimace towards Seamus and a look of pure, absolute hatred toward Blaise.

"Acacia?" she asked stiffly.

"Dare?' Acacia replied, wondering why the hell she had just said that.

"Moon us," Ginny said with an evil smirk. Acacia looked shocked and disgusted but to everyone's surprise she stood up turned around and pulled down her pants revealing a very nice ass, then quickly pulled up her pants and sat down looking rather pleased with herself.

She turned to Ron and smiled sweetly at him. "Dare," Ron said defiantly before she could ask. She pointed toward the chest. "Same thing."

Ron looked rather relieved. He walked over confidently and pulled out… "Protection?" he said, looking uneasy and blushing. "What the hell do they expect us to do in here?" He looked utterly horrified.

"They did give us a twelve pack of firewhisky," Hermione said with a shrug. She was eyeing both Ron and the condoms he was flourishing at them.

"Well I guess we should save the 'creative' element of this dare for…erm…later," he finished, blushing prominently. The group had thoroughly agreed. He looked around but felt that the "drink" element of the game hadn't been even as close to as interesting as he had hoped. Even Hermione, who was by far a lightweight, wasn't plastered. He suddenly had an idea that seemed to appeal much more to him.

"Hey guys, since no one seems to be drinking much—" he indicated the nine bottles of firewhisky still unopened "—why don't we change drink…to…strip!"

To his surprise his suggestion was greeted with wholehearted assent.