Author's note: Oh my Merlin, I'm sorry I haven't updated this story for a while. I found my flash drive and the chapter was saved on to that along with other things! :) and Mebz reminded me to update this story. So I hope you enjoy it.

"Ah, Sybil, Sybil, are you there?" asked Rolanda waving her hand in front of Sybil's large eyes. Sybil jumped as she realized she wasn't in her dream, but she was stuck in a room with her almost inebriated colleagues. Some were faring better than others, Rolanda being one of them.

"Come Sybil, it's your turn. Get out of your steamy dream and play." complained Rolanda. Sybil just glared at the witch with her cheeks flushed. The last thing she wanted them to know was about her dreams. They were hers, and now they were mocking her.

She crossed her thin arms across her chest defiantly, her bangles clashing together causing a clattering sound, "Fine, then, Septima, truth or dare?"

Septima looked at Sybil with a sly smile. She had nothing to hide as she took another generous sip of her whisky.

"Truth." She finally chose.

"Alright then," Sybil rubbed her hands together in excitement, but at the same time made dreadful clanking noises with her bangles. "If you could switch lives with anyone in Hogwarts for a day, who would it be?"

Everyone wasn't very excited to hear the answer unlike the last one. Though, the question was still somewhat amusing. Septima thought about it as she really didn't know. She then smirked when her answer came.

"I think I would switch with Minerva."

-/-/-

"What?" sputtered Severus incredulously. Minerva slapped him in the arm as she wanted to hear the explanation. What could possibly be appealing to this younger witch in order for her to want to switch lives with her?

-/-/-

"Why?" Charity asked her friend worriedly almost. As if no one in their right mind would want Minerva's life.

"Well it's quite logical actually. I mean, think how old she is and how she doesn't even look like it. It's not fair. She doesn't have one gray hair while I have too many to count. Not to mention how much the students respect her. She doesn't have to raise her voice to command attention. She gets it with just one single look."

"Well there are such things called glamour."

"Yes I know, but Minerva wouldn't waste her time on such trivial matters. And if that's not too convincing for you all, then at least think about the man she gets to come to at night and wake up to in the morning. I mean, who wouldn't want to pour honey all over that and lick it off. And those-"

"Whoa, okay we get it." hollered Remus, trying to get that image out of his mind. All the other staff members agreed. They did not want to picture the potion master getting honey licked off his body. While on the other hand the women were all nodding their heads in approval.

"Here, here, a toast to Min's life." Rolanda raised her glass and the other women followed.

"To Minerva." They all shouted in unison before drained their glasses. The men drained their glasses as well, but for different reasons. They were still trying to get the image of honey covered Severus out of their minds.

-/-/-

Severus looked amused. He never knew all the women wanted him in such a way, but yet at the same hand it sickened him. Minerva on the other hand was flattered by the beginning, but then faltered towards the end. She turned to see Severus's disturbed attitude which reassured her.

Minerva leaned towards him, sensuously. He gave her a questioning look in return.

"What on earth are you doing woman?"

"Pour honey all over your body isn't a bad idea at all."

A mischievous smile appeared on Severus's lips as he called his house elf. A house elf appeared out of nowhere. She bowed low to the ground to hear her master's order.

"Master has called Pinky?"

"Yes, I would like some honey Pinky."

-/-/-

Septima turned to the small charms professor as she asked, "Truth or dare?"

Filius didn't know which one. If he chose truth he knew exactly what question she'd ask. Yet at the same time, if he chose dare, who knew what they were going to ask him to do?" Oh Merlin, he didn't want Albus to know he enjoyed the kiss. He didn't want anyone to know he enjoyed the kiss, not even himself. He didn't want to believe it.

"Dare," he said, surprising everyone, "that's right I chose dare, now what is it?"

Before Septima could reply, there was a small pop in the room of a house elf. She bowed low as she offered a sliver tray with a bottle of honey.

"Master has asked Pinky to leave you this." She announced as she set it on the table where the fire whisky was. Before anyone could say anything, the elf left with another pop and was gone. Septima had an evil smile cross her face, and Filius was trembling for the first time. This couldn't be good.

"I dare you to pour honey over the neck of Irma Pince, and then lick and suck it off." Septima dared, little did she know that Minerva was doing just that to Severus right now.

Everyone started cracking up, or almost choke on their drink except for Irma and Filius who both paled.

"You want me to what?" repeated Filius, not believing his ears.

"You heard me, Filius, or would you rather do it to Albus?"

"Come here old friend." teased Albus through tearful blue eyes. Irma was rendered speechless from shock. Filius glared at Albus, but he took the honey and stepped towards Irma determined.

"You can't be serious?" Irma burst out when she saw Filius coming towards her.

Filius shrugged, "It's only a dare Irma."

She was still apprehensive, but Filius was determined to show Albus up and everyone else who doubted him. Maybe it wasn't very logical of him, since he was a Ravenclaw and all, but the hat had wondered whether to put Filius in Gryffindor or Raven Claw.

Irma remained sitting; she was petrified to even move. Filius uncapped the honey and carefully brushed aside the few strands of silver hair that had escaped from Irma's bun. Irma was not an attractive woman as she had features that resembled a vulture. Her hooked nose was what gave her away. Most believed that she either fancied or was having romantic affiliations with the caretaker, Argus Filch.

Filius did not desire her, but the softness of silver wisps of her hair was alarming. He was completely caught off guard. Her breath was caught in her throat as he could see her trembling. Filius sighed dejectedly as he backed off.

"I'm sorry Septima, but I can't do it. Irma I'm sorry."

Irma let go of her breath that the others were unaware that he was holding in.

"Fine then, do it to me." Septima said defiantly. She came over to the charms professor and sat down so that he had the height advantage. He was surprised, but she looked determined to see him do it, even if it was on her.

"It would almost sound like you wanted him to do it." chortled Aurora.

"Oh sod off, you have yet to be chosen." Septima snapped and then rounded on Filius. "Well are you going to do it, or are you going to submit a piece of clothing to the pile?"

Filius was angered. He had had enough of his young colleagues giggling around like a bunch of airheads. He roughly pushed Septima's head to the side to grant him further access to her neck where he poured a little honey over. Before Septima could protest how he handled her, his mouth had already clamped down on her neck. She let out a gasp as she wasn't expecting him to come on to her like this. He was devouring her as he sucked on her supple flesh to get the honey off.

She wanted to scream, but yet again, was she aroused? Yes she was. No one would expect the kind and soft spoken Filius to be a passionate lover. No, he wasn't her lover, but he was doing a fine job on her neck. Septima found shivers run down her spin when she felt the sudden flicking of his tongue. His dark mustache brushed against her skin, tickling her. Septima was enjoying this.

Filius paid no mind to Septima. He was just trying to get off all the honey, and surprisingly it was a daunting task since the substance was so sticky. All he could taste was the sweet tangy flavor of the honey. Filius was absolutely oblivious to how much Septima was enjoying this, but the people in the room sure didn't. They were stifling their laughter as others had sheepish looks upon their faces.

Filius started to nip and suck, but was startled by the sudden vibration he felt against his mouth and the noises that were reaching his ears. Was Septima moaning? He stopped to look at much younger witch. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. When she realized he wasn't on her neck anymore, she opened her eyes. Her brown eyes shadowed disappointment as Filius was bewildered.

"Looks like Septima enjoyed that much more than Filius." pointed out an overly giggling Pomona Sprout.

"Yes I did. Irma, you have no idea what you missed out, but now my neck is all sticky." complained Septima before Albus waved his hand, preforming a wand less cleansing charm.

Remus, seeing that the dare was done, brought up the question that had been on his mind the whole time. "If Pinky was able to get in, can't we call other house elves to get us out?"

Everyone looked at him. Most were grateful looks as if he was some god except for Albus and Rolanda who looked disappointed. Rolanda was just fine watching her colleagues do dares and having an unlimited amount of fire whisky. She didn't see why anyone would want to stop everything. Albus was amused as well. Simultaneously, professors started to call for their personal house elves, but to Rolanda and Albus's delight, none popped up.

"Well that didn't work. Um, well Filius, I do believe it is your turn." Remus got back into the game. Filius immediately went to look at Irma as he chose her to pick on. Irma was surprised, but she pulled herself to her full height as she picked truth. Filius knew what question was on everyone's mind.

"Do you have sexual relations with Argus, and if so, how frequently?" Filius asked. Irma paled. Yes, she liked Argus, but they had never gotten that far. She blamed Mrs. Norris. What kind of man named his cat after the woman who had ever gotten close to touch him? If only he knew, maybe he could find himself loving her back.

Instead, Argus and she were close friends as he admitted to her that he loved another. He loved someone who she couldn't understand why. Why would he love Albus? It broke her heart to know that he was gay; that he could never love her back.

"No, we do not have that kind of relationship." Irma answered when she realized it had been a while since she had said anything. They eyed her with dubious looks, but then they saw the sadness in their eyes which caused some of them to shiver. They understood that she liked him, but there wasn't a relationship. Thank Merlin; they did not want to hear when the last time she got laid was.

"Well," she straightened herself again, "Poppy, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Poppy chose since Irma and her were good friends, so she knew she was safe with a truth despite the daggers Rolanda was throwing at her. She had enough of all these truths.

"If you had to sleep with anyone in this room, who would it be and why?"

Poppy laughed, knowing the question meant nothing as she looked around the room. "I guess Albus since he looked experienced enough when he kissed Filius."

"You can knock on my door anytime Poppy." Albus teased.

"Alright Albus, I might hold you up to that." Poppy played along before she went to the last person who hadn't gone yet. "Aurora, truth or dare?"

"Dare-"

"Thank bloody Merlin!" interjected Rolanda. "Poppy, you better make this good, because I'm bored here."

Poppy just rolled her eyes from Rolanda's outburst. She then went to untie the sash she had around her robes and went up to Aurora. The woman paled, but giggled out of nervousness. Her blonde curls bounced as she swayed her head from side to side. The poor woman wasn't holding up as well as the others with her drink.

"Turn around please." Poppy instructed as Aurora complied. Poppy securely tied the sash around Aurora's head tightly so Aurora wouldn't be able to see anything. Aurora started to giggle again as she wondered what was going on. Poppy then grabbed three people in the room to stand in front of Aurora as they remained anonymous to her.

"Now dear," Poppy started to explain since the others were getting curious as well especially the ones that were picked, "you will be kissed by three different people and then you have to order them from the worst to the best."

Aurora shook her head as she felt like a little school girl again playing spin the bottle, except this time she wouldn't be able to see the person she was kissing. She just hoped that they were at least all decent. Before she could even continue her train of thought, she felt someone's lips descend onto hers.

They were soft and plump but he kiss had ended as soon as it had started. It didn't give her enough time to even think about the kiss. The next came a few seconds after. This time the lips felt thinner but they were moist. The kiss was almost crushing as if it were trying to pry her mouth open. Aurora summited as she felt the person's tongue taste her as she tasted them as well. She could taste the bitterness of the fire whiskey the person had consumed before. She then felt the other person's tongue flick within her mouth elicited nervous excitement run through her jaw. The person then withdrew only to give on last peck. She felt her cheeks grow red from the tingling the person left on her lips.

The last person allowed Aurora to have a few breathers before it was their turn. They then took her hand, pulling her towards them as she clashed into their body. One hand went to the small of her back giving her warmth and reassurance. The other hand stroked her cheek softly causing her drunkenness to escape long enough for her to give full awareness to the person she was in the arms of. The skin on their fingers was a bit rough, but it was kind and gentle. She could then feel herself be drawn into the kiss where the lips were succulent and delicate. The person only pressed their lips softly before deepening the kiss by pressing farther. Aurora was just about the part her lips to allow the person in but the person had parted. She wondered if it was something she did.

"Well?" asked Poppy as the last person mixed into the others. Aurora was about to untie the sash, but Poppy stopped her.

"Hold it, first number the kisses then you can take off the blindfold."

Aurora thought about it before she answered. She knew that the first one was the worst, which was for sure.

"The first kiss was the worst." Aurora said as she wasn't able to see Septima shrug her shoulders.

"The last kiss was second as the second kiss was the best." Aurora admitted. She did like the third kiss, but the second one had left her breathless. Remus gave a thumbs up at Charity causing her to blush, but Aurora was clueless to whom the people who kissed her were.

"Alright," Rolanda broke the silence once Aurora had taken off the blind fold. "We have to make this more exciting and since everyone went at least once, I say we all have to take off something to add to the pile."

"What?" filled the room from many staff members, but Rolanda just shook her head dismissing them.

"You're just making that rule up." accused Pomona who still wasn't able to fall asleep.

"No I'm not, and who cares? I'm the one who suggested the game anyway." Rolanda looked at them trying to urge them. Albus of course didn't have a problem with it along with Remus as they only took off their shoes knowing that if it was a pair of anything, they both had to go in. The others then followed making the pile into a large shoe pile. Once they had all taken at least one thing off, Aurora took her turn. She looked at Sybil since she still had a question that had been pestering her the whole time.

"Sybil truth or dare?"

"Dare." Sybil rationalized wince truth didn't work out too well.

"I dare you to let Albus use legilimency on you to see who you fantasize about so he can tell us all."

Sybil paled as she shook her head furiously causing all her bangles to clank noisily together. Albus smiled broadly as it was his question in the first place. He wanted to know just as much as Aurora. The others either looked sheepishly, curious, or to force the thought of the possibility of Sybil having unruly dreams about them.

"Come here Sybil." Albus came over with his hand extended, ready to go into her mind.

"No, get away!" Sybil started to run around the room as the others laughed or tried to catch her. They didn't even give her the option of discarding a piece of clothing. Pomona was the one who caught her wrist and pulled her down. Before she could get back up, Albus had already touched her temples and mouthed the words, "legilimens."

TBC…

Author's Note: Lol, thanks for reading if you got this far. I'd also like to thank the readers that have put this under their fav/alert list. There are still more dares and truths I have in mind, but if you have one that you want to read, feel free to tell me in a PM or a review and I'll be happy to comply. Best wishes and thanks again!