***Hello, Truth or Dare readers! I'm annairb7! 11 things I need to say first:
1. You should read the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone and the Chamber of Secrets before reading this fanfiction
2. Ginny can speak in front of Harry and talk to him, and she still has a mega-crush on Harry
3. Set in the Christmas holidays of Harry's 2nd year (Chamber of Secrets book). Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick had been recently attacked
4. Please review and follow and whatever!
5. If you are a Hunger Games fan, please check out my fanfiction, Let the 70th Hunger Games begin!
6. I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. JK Rowling does!
7. Most of the dares are based off the dares my friends and I do at lunchtime at school. The extra rules added in here are also based off how we play Truth or Dare!
8. Thank you guys SO SO much for the support and reads and stuff. THANK YOU GUYS!
9. PLEASE suggest possible truths/dares/double-dares/kisses/commands/tortures! Me and my friends ran out of truths and dares, and we had a particularly disastrous game, so I don't have any truths or dares to use. Please suggest some, because otherwise I won't be able to continue the story :/
10. Apologies for a slow update... just back to school and I'm already behind on stuff
11. Anyone notice a typo last chapter in the bold words?
'I choose...Hermione!' Harry said. 'Why me?' she sighed. 'Truth, dare, double-dare, kiss, command or torture?' Harry asked Hermione, ignoring her question. 'Hm...torture' Hermione replied. 'Haha, I didn't pick truth, Harry!'
Harry wasn't all that happy; he was dying to know what Hermione had to do on a double-dare! He groaned inwardly.
'Okay, fine. I pick...Fred. So Hermione, tickle or punch?' Harry asked her. 'Eh, tickle. Probably not the smartest idea, but no one else has picked tickle yet. How long do I get tickled for?' Hermione asked. '20 seconds, I think' Ginny said. 'Okay then!' cheerfully said Fred. 'Starting now!' Harry called.
Fred tickled Hermione's waist. She fell to the carpet, shrieking with laughter. Ron and George snorted quietly, while Harry and Ginny blocked their mouths so Hermione couldn't hear them laughing at her.
20 hilarious seconds later, Ginny called out 'Time's up!' Hermione lay on the ground, slowly recovering from being tickled. Fred hi-fived George, grinning. None of them had known Hermione was that ticklish.
'Your turn, Hermione' Ron chortled. 'Ginny, truth, dare, double-dare, kiss, command, or torture?' Hermione said, getting up and sitting back in her armchair as if nothing had happened. 'Hm...let's go for truth.'
Ginny's POV
Hermione looked thoughtful. 'Out of everyone currently playing Truth or Dare, excluding you, list everyone from most attractive to least attractive.'
I could feel myself go red. To me, most attractive was the boy with a lightning scar sitting 2 seats to my right. Think it's quite obvious that everyone knows the first name I'd say is 'Harry'.
But how was I meant to pick between Fred and George? I mean, they're completely identical! I mean, even their freckles are practically identical. It would be impossible to pick!
And Hermione. I'd have to say she's the least attractive of the lot. Hermione's hair is a nice shade of brown, but it's really wild-looking. Her teeth are larger than average. Hermione isn't ugly, it's just that's she's not all that attractive.
I can't say Hermione is the least attractive, though. She's a really good friend to me, and I doubt anyone would be happy if someone named them least attractive out of their own friends. Hermione had told me about how at her Muggle school people had bullied her a lot because of Hermione's appearance. Hermione hadn't told Harry or Ron, only me.
I didn't want to bring back bad memories for Hermione, so I said 'I chicken.' 'What?' Ron asked incredulously. 'That's like the easiest truth question ever!' 'I still chicken' I stubbornly say to Ron, crossing my arms.
Hermione got out the Truth or Dare parchment, and edited it. Now it said:
Truth or Dare
Players: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George
Harry: 5 chickens
Ron: 3 chickens
Hermione: 3 chickens
Ginny: 3 chickens - 2 chickens
Fred: 3 chickens
George: 3 chickens
'My go' I announce. 'Ron, truth, dare, double-dare, kiss, command, or torture?' 'Double-dare with Harry' grinned Ron. Harry looked ready to explode with anger. 'That's like the 20th time you've picked me!' exasperatedly yelled Harry, elbowing Ron playfully, who was sitting on Harry's left. 'Meh' Ron replied.
What should I make Harry and Ron do? Hm...
'Oh!' I shouted, after about 30 seconds, causing everyone to jump. 'One of you has to piggyback the other. The person with someone on their back has to run from here to the Transfiguration classroom, touch the door, then get back here. No shortcuts. Meanwhile, the person on the back has to scream as loud as they can 'I'm a little fairy princess!' If they run into a teacher, for example Professor Sprout, they have to yell 'Hey, Professor Sprout, I'm a little fairy princess!' 1 chicken to the person on the back if they yell 'I'm a little fairy princess' as loud as they can, without stopping. 1 chicken also to the person with someone on their back if they can do it without giving up. They will have to keep the other person on their back if they are covering any distance, or no chicken to them. Person giving the piggyback is allowed to take breaks, as the Transfiguration classroom is pretty far away. Oh, and no detours to avoid teachers.'
I finished my speech to silence. Then 'Nice one, little sister!' Fred and George said together. 'This is going to be so funny!' Hermione giggled in an un-Hermione way. 'Oh no' whimpered Ron. Harry gulped.
'You two decide who is giving the piggyback, and who is riding' I grinned. 'Bags not giving the piggyback!' yelled Harry. 'What's 'bags'?' confusedly asked Ron, which was exactly what I was about to say, and judging by the twin's expression, they were about to say that as well.
'Um...well, it's kind of hard to explain' Harry admitted. 'But it means that I don't have to give you a piggyback!' 'What?!' shouted Ron. 'Unfair!'
Approximately 8 uneventful minutes later, Harry settled the argument by a round of Paper, Scissors, Rock, first to 3. 'Paper, Scissors, Rock' both of them chanted. Harry held out scissors, Ron rock. 'HA!' jubilantly screamed Ron. 'I win! You're giving me a piggyback!'
A couple of minutes later, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and I were standing outside Gryffindor Tower. Harry bent down, and Ron hopped on top. 'On your marks' I said. 'Get set...GO!'
Harry's POV
I walk down the empty hallway, Ron sitting on my back. 'I'm a little fairy princess!' he shouted. 'Louder!' encouraged Ginny. 'I'M A LITTLE FAIRY PRINCESS!' bellowed Ron. I stumbled a bit. That was so loud! Ron's screaming right in my ear!
'Giddyup!' yelled Ron, whacking my butt. 'RON!' I hollered, and I started to run down the stairs, so Ron would become unbalanced. 'Ahh! Harry, slow down!' screamed Ron. I could hear bursts of laughter from Hermione, Ginny, and the Weasley twins.
I kept walking down the empty hallways with Ron on my back, Ron yelling 'I'm a little fairy princess!' repeatedly. Ron was pretty heavy, but definitely not as heavy as Dudley. One time I had to carry Dudley all the way down to the pool when I was 8. Long story.
'Come on, Ron, louder!' Fred and George said together. 'I'M A LIT-' 'POTTER! WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU?!'
'It's Professor McGonagall!' whispered Hermione horror-struck, and Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George ducked into a small passageway pretending to be a wall, leaving an embarrassed and slightly terrified Harry and Ron, and an extremely mad Transfiguration teacher.
'What are you doing? I am at loss for words! I'm ashamed that you two would do such a thing, piggybacking one another as you screamed things down corridors. Potter, Weasley, I thought you two would be more responsible than to do something like this. 20 points off Gryffindor!'
Professor McGonagall's tirade went on for ages, while all Ron and I could do is stand (or in Ron's case, sit) in silence. Finally, we were allowed to go. To be a little less suspicious, we walked down the rest of the corridor without piggybacking or shrieking 'I'm a little fairy princess!' When we were out of McGonagall's sight, Ron hopped on my back again.
Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George appeared right behind us. 'Hey' greeted Ginny. 'Wow, thanks for the help' Ron sourly said. 'No problem' the twins said in unison. 'Anyway, you're nearly there!' Hermione encouraged.
We all marched down deserted corridors. Carrying Ron was really hard, now. He seemed to get heavier by the second. I was practically staggering down hallways, beads of sweat running down my neck. Ron now felt like an immensely heavy bag full of boulders that could only say 'I'm a little fairy princess!'
Panting, we finally reached the Transfiguration classroom. I touched the door. 'Done' I announced, leaning against the wall for support. I felt so drained, so tired. My muscles were on fire. Black spots were dancing around in my eyes.
'Not yet' Ginny said. 'You need to piggyback Ron back.' 'What!' I protested. 'Can we switch, so I yell 'I'm a little fairy princess?'
'Nope' cheerfully replied Ginny.
10 excruciatingly painful minutes, a million 'I'm a little fairy princess' s, a sprained ankle and 40 points from Gryffindor later, I collapsed in my favourite squashy armchair, breathing deeply. 'Chicken to me, and a chicken to Harry!' celebrated Ron. Easy for Ron to celebrate, he wasn't the one carrying a person from Gryffindor Tower all the way to the Transfiguration class and back! 'Nu uh' denied Ginny. Ron stopped mid-sentence in his gloating and celebrating. For a moment, there was silence. 'What?' I asked in confusion. 'Ron, you don't get a chicken, because you stopped yelling 'I'm a little fairy princess' when Snape walked past. Harry, after McGonagall yelled at the two of you, you stopped piggybacking Ron for a minute. Therefore, neither of you get chickens' explained Hermione, while Ginny grinned evilly.
'WHAT?!' Ron and I hollered. We both burst into arguments. 'That's completely unfair-' '-come on, did you want Snape to murder me? I mean, seriously-' '-a sprained ankle for nothing?! That's so stupid-' '-I mortally embarrassed myself for nothing-' 'McGonagall and the rest took 60 points in total from Gryffindor for no reason-' '-Ginny, I hate you! You always have some sneaky-' '-how would you feel if you got ripped off like that-' 'STOP!' boldly shouted Hermione over the din. 'You guys broke the rules, fair is fair. Done. Now Ron, it's your turn.'
Hm. I wonder who he's going to pick. Definitely NOT me! (Yeah right. Please.)
'Harry, truth-' 'Double-dare with you' 'Hermione, is Harry allowed to pick the darer?' 'Yes, Ron.' 'Unfair!' 'Ron!' Ginny said. 'That's the rules. Now pick a double-dare for you and Harry.'
I smiled to myself. I knew if I picked Ron, he would choose an easy dare for us.
'Harry, we have to shake hands. Half a chicken each if we do' grinned Ron. 'No chicken prize' Fred protested. 'Ron, you just gave yourself an easy dare, no prize' George agreed. 'Fine' huffed Ron. 'No prize.'
I leant to my left and extended my right hand. Ron took it, and we shook. 'Done' Ron proudly announced. Hermione rolled her eyes, the twins facepalmed, and Ginny tutted impatiently.
'Harry, your turn' Hermione said commandingly. 'Wait' I interrupted. 'Can I go down to the hospital wing to fix my ankle?'
Overall POV
After a quick visit to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey fixed Harry's ankle in a heartbeat, the 6 travelled back to Gryffindor Tower. Once they were all sitting in their favourite armchairs, Harry had his turn.
'I choose...'
***Thanks for reading! Please review! Any suggestions on truths/dares/double-dares/kisses/commands? Tell me! I've run out of truhts and dares to use, so if I get no suggestions I may have to end the story, and we don't want that happening! If you are a Hunger Games fan, please check out my fanfiction, Let the 70th Hunger Games begin! I know it's not as good as this fanfic, I was putting most of my efforts into this story rather than my Hunge Games story.
Hope you guys are happy with this chapter :)
Goodbye!***