Once we were entirely sure that everyone had gone we staggered downstairs then up again in our massive heels. It wasn't that we didn't look good in our new clothes but, as Angie said, "We look like serious slags like this."
It seemed that the boys didn't mind this however, as when we entered their dorm they stood there, mouths wide open, staring at us like they had never seen girls before. This was flattering at first but just got annoying fairly soon. "You know, you could stop staring guys." I said and they all instantly looked away from us.
Their dorm looked great, they had proper Halloween decorations and a huge amount of food and many bottles of butter beer, fire whiskey and various other muggle drinks. "Okay," said Katie, "I see the food and drink, where's the entertainment. We all sat down in a circle on the floor and Fred rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Tonight girls we will be reacquainting ourselves with the muggle game Truth or Dare, only the wizarding version!" he declared impressively.
"How do you make Truth or Dare a wizard game?" asked Katie. Fred looked as though she'd fallen right into his trap.
"With this," he said, pulling a small crystal bottle of a clear liquid from his pocket with a flourish.
"Fred Weasley, you cannot be serious?" I choked, "Veritaserum?"
"Yep." Grinned George. "And for dare, is everyone familiar with the imperious curse?" he asked. There was instant uproar. No way were any of us going to submit to that.
"Calm down, calm down! We're not actually going to use the imperious curse on anyone! This one just plants an action into your head, then removes all inhibitions relating to said action. Fightable and perfectly legal. Happy?" there was silence. "Good." Said Fred. "We'll start with dare, let the games begin!" he waved his wand and a silk top hat appeared. Another wave and a name drifted up out of the hat, Katie. Katie groaned.
"Right then Katie, I dare you to…"
"Roll around on the floor yelling 'I love Lee Jordan'" supplied Angelina with an evil grin. The game continued like this for quite some time. You might wonder how we could play it for so long, but remember that some things are truly hilarious, and we had a lot of food and many rounds of drinks. We watched everyone do some stupid things and heard some secrets that were not willingly told, but the best times came when two people's names were drawn out together on dare. When Angelina and Fred's names came up together, it seemed George wanted some revenge for being made to hit himself repeatedly for ten minutes straight.
"Angelina, Fred is your boyfriend and you just caught him cheating. Go!"
After ten minutes we finally managed to prise Angelina off Fred and heal his cuts. Angelina had set to him immediately in a furious attack. She had punched, slapped, kicked and scratched him so hard he bled. George, still cracking up, helped his brother up and healed him. Everyone winced and a horrible cracking sound followed the removal of the cuts and bruises inflicted by a completely unabashed Angelina.
"What the hell was that?" asked Fred, sounding concerned.
"I think," spluttered George over renewed laughter, "Angie, I think you broke his rib!"
We were all aware of slowly getting a little tipsy, and the effect this had on Lee annoyed Katie. It seemed that when he was drunk Lee would not shut his mouth for one second and Katie didn't seem to like this, so when his name came out of the hat with dare, she made him lie on his front in a corner, poker straight without moving a muscle until his name was called again. Lee got his own back however by getting Katie to paste herself to the wall for twenty minutes. After that it seemed war had been declared and their dares towards each other got worse and worse and funnier and funnier.
To cut a long story short it got interrupted after Lee started ordering Katie to strip. After losing both shoes, her jacket and her top Katie stopped the war and put her shirt back on.
After another round of fire whiskey (at least half of it was gone by then) my name emerged from the hat coupled with George's. Fred, who was tipsy and still annoyed at having his brother set Angelina on him, decided to get his own back.
"You two kiss for five minutes." He said simply, and before anyone could say anything he raised his wand. I didn't want to wait for Fred to jinx us. I was perfectly aware that this was probably the only time I would ever get to kiss the boy I fancied and I didn't want it to happen under a spell.
I leaned across to George who was sat next to me only to find him already there with an arm around my waist. He pulled me closer and put his other arm around my waist too, his hands exploring by back. I put one hand around his waist too and the other in his hair. The kiss was electric, better than anything I had ever experienced. I parted my lips to give him full access to my mouth which he took full advantage of. I felt his hand sliding up the back of my top and marvelled at how much better this felt than it had with any of my boyfriends. After what felt like a few seconds but was probably actually five minutes, I was vaguely aware of someone calling my name. George and I pulled apart to find our entire group staring at us.
"Enough, enough." Called Fred, "Okay, who's next?"
"How much longer is there left of the feast?" Angelina asked no one in particular from the floor she was lying on. Lee checked his watch.
"About ten, fifteen minutes. Why?"
"Cause we're out of food and I'm still hungry." No one could argue with this reasoning or deny that they too were feeling hungry, so we agreed to go down to the end of the feast after one last go. This time was truth and Fred's name came out of the hat. He sighed theatrically, taking a sip of the truth potion. We weren't sure what to ask, we'd already found out all of the interesting things about Fred.
"Best prank you've pulled lately?" asked Katie. Fred's face turned into an evil grin.
"Oh you'll love this one!" he promised. "I didn't charm George and Alicia!" a stunned silence greeted these words while everyone stared at Fred.
"Excuse me, what did you say?" asked Angelina. Fred turned to George, still grinning.
"I didn't make you kiss Alicia, and she didn't have to kiss you either!" Everyone turned to stare at me and George and for a second the silence continued. Then George smiled and said,
"Well I'm glad that's cleared up then!" and before I knew it he was wrapping himself around me again. I reacted instinctively, pulling his head down toward mine and kissing him hard. We broke apart to the catcalls and wolf whistles of our friends who had been waiting far too long for us to finally just get together then we all headed down to the great hall. It took a surprisingly long time to get out of the dorm and get down the stairs and in that time George turned to me.
"Just to clarify, what just happened?" I laughed.
"Well Georgie, your dear brother told us we fancied each other, then we kissed again." George laughed too.
"Okay, maybe I should clarify." He got down on one knee in front of me and clasped my hand in his. "Lis, will you be my girlfriend?" It was all I could do to stop myself from cracking up at this point and I was literally shaking with supressed laughter.
"Yes George. I will." I managed to choke out.
"Good." He got up and kissed me hard again, then broke away quickly, not wanting to get too wrapped up or we'd miss what was left of the feast. As I made my way down the stairs I realised what had taken the others so long to get down the stairs. I was attempting to go down a small, steep staircase, slightly drunk while wearing killer heels. I was literally clinging to George to try and stay upright.
When we reached the bottom we found the others waiting for us and George slipped his arm around my waist. I'm still not sure if that was because he was my new boyfriend or because he thought I would fall over if he didn't. I'm going to go for the first one, sounds sweeter.
We'd barely reached the end of the corridor when a tide of students came up towards us from the great hall and the feast which had evidently just ended. "Ah well, looks like we missed it. Sorry Angie." Said Fred as we turned back to go into the common room. Or not as it turned out.
Dumbledore had just left us in the hall with a pile of sleeping bags and the knowledge that a mass murderer was running around the castle. Strangely the sleeping bags didn't do much to comfort me but Angie decided she'd try anyway.
"Come on, I'll get us some sleeping bags." She said, stepping towards the centre of the hall towards the pile of sleeping bags in the middle. Before she could go further than that I grabbed her arm suddenly and pulled her back.
"What is it, what's wrong Lis?" they asked, plainly a little panicked. I looked down at myself, unsure of whether or not I wanted to laugh. Confused, the other two copied me then let out gasps of horror. In all the alarm about Sirius Black, we had completely forgotten that we were still wearing our little Halloween outfits.
"Shit!" said Katie quietly. As one we all shuffled backwards toward the wall where there was less light. Great, this would make us look less gothic. I was just about to start seriously freaking out when I noticed George looking around, presumably for me. Glad I was wearing my slightly reinforced bra; I raised my arms above my head and waved wildly at him.
After a few moments he spotted us and came over with a smile on his face, obviously wondering what on earth I was doing. He almost doubled over with laughter when he noticed that we were still looking like gothic slags.
"Blimey, I'd forgotten you were still wearing that!" he cackled.
"Please George; I beg of you, will you please get us some sleeping bags so we can hide!" I implored him. After a moment he nodded still smiling.
"Go sit in the corner, there's less light there." We crept along the walls, trying not to be noticed, but I've got to say, no one is at their most inconspicuous when dressed in tiny pieces of lace and leather in killer heels trying to creep along a wall. Fortunately I don't think anyone noticed us and George got to us with Fred, Lee and the sleeping bags quite quickly. We instantly dived into the squishy purple sacks with relief and lay down, as if you sit up in a sleeping bag it will drop down and we did not want to show our tops (actually there was more cleavage than fabric) to the entire school.
With that minor panic over it was time to get back to the real one, which hit me as soon as Percy turned out the lights. Somewhere in this school lurked a Deatheater, a man who had murdered many times and was undoubtedly back for another one. Fear crept over me and I wished I had more than a thin layer of purple nylon and polycotton for protection.
"George!" I whispered. His response was immediate, as though he'd been waiting for me. He probably had been.
"Yeah Lis?" he shuffled his sleeping bag over to mine and put his arm around me.
"I'm scared George."
"I know Lis. But it's okay now." He comforted me. For some reason I felt he was right. Quite stupid really. As though if a mass murdering Deatheater were to walk into the hall with the intention of murdering me, he'd have to walk out again because some random ginger guy had his arm around me.
Quite, quite stupid.