Disclamiar: I don't own anything. It's all J.K. Rowling's. sigh Well, I do own the four orginal characters; Tara, Rose, Alex, and Matt but other than that it is all hers. Oh lucky her. Now, on with the story oh and please read and review. Helpful criticism is welcome but flaming is not.

Chapter 1

Ron sat at the end of the table. Harry noticed he was a little blurry but that could be caused by the amount of alcohol he had already consumed and was getting ready to consume. The night had started off pleasant enough. Hisseven good friends and him decided it was a night for celebration. It was the anniversary of his duel with Voldemort and tomorrow was a national wizarding holiday in honor of him. So they decided to get completely trashed in honor of their fallen friends.

Harry looked into the faces of every one their. Even after two rounds of fire whiskey, they were all quite solemn. He figured it was his fault. They all knew what he thought about this holiday. The-boy-who-lived-to-defeat-Voltemort Day was a pointless exercise in... er... he couldn't remember that right now but he knew it was pointless.

"Bloodie hell! This is depressing! I've meet drunks at funerals happier then we are!" Ron slurred.

"What about a game?" Hermione asked in her absolute brilliance.

"I know the perfect game." Tara was definitely the least drunk. She was an American witch who had spent most of her years at school in the bottom of a bottle. It also helped that for a time she worked in a men's lounge. She stood at 5'3 with dark brown almost black hair and sapphire eyes. But like all jewels; she could barely see through them. "It's a muggle game called truth or dare."

"A muggle game?" Matt replied. He was taller than Ron by two inches. He spoke with a french accent, had blonde hair with brown eyes and was very muscular. Harry suspected Ginny had a little bit of a crush on him.

"Well, it could be fun. But if a pure blood wizard such as your self is too scared to play, you don't have to." Ginny shoot back. The girl had never lost her fire.

"I'm not scared; just surprised that Tara would mention it." he threw back.

"Well, you forget that Tara is from America where wizards live a lot like muggles!" Alex threw back. It was surprising to hear how much fiercity this wizard could hold in his voice. The boy was scrawny even at age twenty and his status as a squib gave off the feeling that this brown haired, hazel eyed boy would rather hide than have a verbal fight with anyone.

"Will you guys knock it off! We all want to play so let Tara tell us the rules to our approved version and she can go first!" Hermione ended the argument.

Harry noticed that once again Rose didn't jump into the exchange. Rose had auburn harry with greenish blue eyes and she had her nose and eye brow pierced. She was quite pale and could easily pass for a vampire. In fact, she was had infiltrated many vampire groups for the ministry. A lot of time she was a hot head but when it came to the eight of them she usually let things go until the last minute.

"Thanks, Hermione." Tara showed her a dazzling smile. "Well, basically, a person gets to ask some one of their choice truth or dare. If the person chooses truth, they must answer the question in total truth. But if the person chooses dare they must do the dare."

"What if a person doesn't wish to answer the question or do the dare?" Harry asked, quite sure that he wouldn't like the answer.

"Hmmm... good question. Some people play with punishment and have a predefined punishment." She looked thoughtful. "Do we want to do that?" She looked around as everyone nodded. "How about you lose an article of clothing for the rest of the game?" Everyone nodded, once again. "Alright, so everyone grab another fire whiskey and we can start the festivities!" Ron, being the good host that he was, accioed everyone a drink.

"Alright," Tara started. "Rose. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Tara looked disappointed.

"Does that vampire stuff really turn you on? You know the being bitten and their ruffness."

Rose nodded, "Yeah, there is something incredibly sexy about in complete control of some one or having no control of your own welfare." A lot of the men had gulped at her answer.

"Ron," she smirked. "Truth or dare."

Ron had a feeling that either he will do something rather embarrassing or let out something like what movie he wanks off to. Either one didn't seem rather appealing but, "Truth."

"Darn, oh well. Ron what is your sexual preference? Boys or girls?" Ron panicked.

"Why?" He blurted out.

"Answer the question." She said in a tone that demanded to be obeyed.

"What if I don't want to?" He stuck his chin out at her.

"Then, you lose your shirt." She smiled slyly. "I really didn't think that some one would lose an article of clothing so soon."

"Fine, I like boys!" He sat down with a huff.

"Wow, I... When did you... What did you...How..." Harry stumbled to ask the question he was thinking.

"How did I know?" Harry nodded at his best friend. "You'll have to ask me when it is your turn." He looked around the room. "Alex, truth or dare?"

"Um... I'm feeling lucky tonight. Dare." He stated with more confidence then he obviously felt because he was shaking like a leaf.

"I dare you to," Ron took a swig of his fire whiskey, "I dare you to write to Cornelius Fudge and tell him how much you wish he was still the minster and how hot you think his bum is!"

"Ron, that's the worst dare I've ever heard." Ginny chided. "I mean... it's so juvenile." As Ginny continued to complain, Harry noticed that Ginny's fire whiskey was completely drained. She must have downed it after Ron's confession.

"Ginny, leave him alone. What's done is done. Okay, Alex go ahead and write that letter." Harry threw out smiling or at least he thought he was smiling, he took another sip of his fire whiskey.