Disclaimer: I don't own HP. In fact no one does but JK. Rowling.

A/N: hey everyone this is thehappydementor. Yes I have finally gotten round to writing a sequel. Have fun.

Neville sat on the edge of the couch. He was anticipating awaiting the start of the meeting Ron had called.

Lavender sat across from him with Parvati next to her. Hermione sat on Ron's lap at the front of the common room.

Dean and Ginny had yet to make an appearance and Seamus was in detention with McGonagall.

Something about 'running past the window of the teachers lounge with just some lipstick and a blonde wig'.

Ron cleared his throat.

"Alright! This meeting is called to order!" Hermione sat up and looked up expectantly at Ron. He gave her a shaky smile.

"As you all know this is a meeting to decide what were going to do now. After getting such a light sentence for playing 'truth or dare' we, that is to say, Harry and I, decided we might play something else tonight. What do you all think?" Ron looked at everyone in turn to see their reactions.

Neville looked slightly nervous. He shrunk into the overly large couch and attempted to drown himself in the cushions, preferring to die by suffocation then voice his opinion.

Parvati and Lavender just looked at each other and giggled for quite sometime before coming to their senses, nodding the affirmative in Ron's general direction before turning back to each other and lapsing into giggles again.

Ron rolled his eyes at the two girls and was about to get up and pry Neville out of the cushions, when there was a voice from outside of the portrait hole.

'This SUCKS' Harry thought as he moved swiftly through the darkened corridors with ease.

"Argh! I can't believe this!" he whispered furiously as he headed off to the common room. He was already late for the meeting.

It wasn't his fault.

'Damned bloody Fred and George!' he cursed.

Pulling up in front of the fat lady's portrait, he glared at her expectantly.

"Well" he growled through gritted teeth.

The Fat Lady and her friend Violet turned around to face Harry, looking quite affronted.

"That is no way to speak to a lady!" she barked at him, and lifting up her dress Violet stepped out of the frame.

The fat lady turned back to him, her face holding a sour look. Her mouth squeezed shut as if stopping herself from saying something she wanted to.

It was then that her eyebrows shot up through her hair and her mouth opened up as if to laugh at him.

He silenced her with the password and clambered through.

Ron turned around to see Harry Potter standing there.

His once Black hair, a bright white cascading to his shoulders. His eyes were a bright yellow and his skin had become a dark green.

He looked unamused by the situation.

"I hate your brothers" he replied before wandering over and taking a seat next to Neville.

Ron stared for a few more minutes before breaking out into guffaws of laughter. Neville turned around to see who had sat next to him.

Expecting it to be Ginny or Dean he turned around to say 'hello' but instead came face to face with the most horrifying site he had ever seen.

Screaming a high pitched girlish scream Neville toppled backwards off the couch and onto his back, breathing heavily and wheezing.

Harry scowled which looked equally hilarious in his current attire.

This just made Ron laugh harder as he dropped to his knees clutching his stomach and gasping for breath.

Turning around to Hermione, Harry pleaded with her to change him back.

"Change me back 'Mione! I can't be taken seriously like this!" he shouted jumping up from the couch.

Hermione groaned.

"Who did this Harry?" she asked rubbing her forehead in frustration and sighing.

"Fred and George" Harry mumbled though gritted teeth.

Ron stopped laughing and looked up at Harry with a very different expression.

"Harry mate, what have I told you about taking anything Fred and George give you. 'You DON'T take anything Fred and George give you!'"

Harry just scowled and turned away from them to focus on something else.

After Harry spent 15 minutes staring blankly at the fat lady's portrait with her staring back making faces at him like some kind of child, he turned away.

Neville cleared his throat.

"Um…are we here to talk about playing a new game? Or are we just going to sit around?" some people murmured their agreement and nodded their heads.

"How about…spin the bottle?" Ginny looked to Hermione for confirmation. Hermione smiled and nodded.

"Spin the bottle?...what's that?" Ron looked very confused.

"Well…" Ginny went bright Weasley red "spin the bottle is a game muggles play. I've heard dad talk about it. Ummm…you get an empty bottle…we could use one of the empty firewhisky bottles from last night, and they put it in the centre of a circle and…well…spin it" she finished lamely.

"Go on Gin!" Ron asked, he looked fascinated.

"Well…they spin it…and…umm" she bit her lip to remember the rest "to my understanding, if it lands on someone they have to do something? Or kiss someone...I'm not that clear on the facts."

Dean grinned along with Hermione. They both knew what spin the bottle was about.

Harry just sulked.

He was NOT going to kiss someone looking like this.

A/N: should I leave it there? Or do you want me to update this version with something longer? Did you like it? Are you anticipating the next chapter?