A/N: That last chapter was not nearly as good as the first... I am going to try to make up for that right now. Please tell me if this is as good as the first chapter! By the way, NEVER suggest teacher/Harry pairings... shudders involuntarily... McGonagall and Harry? Sick...
Disclaimer: I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING! SHE IS A GENIUS! GEEEEENIUUUUS! sings Groundskeeper Willy's "Maniac Song" from "The Simpsons"
Dumbledore burst in. "Okay, Harry, shirt back on, there's a good lad!" he shouted as Harry reluctantly picked up his shirt. Ginny looked somewhat disappointed, but Ron looked somewhat relieved. "Time for Truth or Dare!" exclaimed Dumbledore. "It's okay..." he muttered, "They've finished."
At this, an apprehensive-looking McGonagall, and a stunned-looking Hagrid entered the room behind him. Snape was attempting to jump up and look over Hagrid's shoulder. Seeing as that didn't work, since Hagrid was so abnormally large, he pushed his way through. "Congratulations... Potter," spat Snape loathingly. "Let's... play... a game."
"Well put, Severus!" exclaimed Dumbledore. "Erm... one more thing, you may have noticed that Sibyll Trelawney is no longer with us, as she... err... wandered off somewhere. Oh, well," he said cheerfully, waving it aside, "someone will find her in the morning. Well." He clapped his hands together. "Truth or Dare, anyone? It might... explain a few things," he chuckled, eyeing Harry.
"Ugh..." moaned Snape, but he stayed.
Harry and Ginny resumed their seats, with a quick kiss on the lips.
"Okay..." said Hermione. "Since we are in the Gryffindor common room that means that a Gryffindor is host and that would be me. Therefore, I get to choose someone who will go first. I pick... Trelawney!"
Somehow, Trelawney had made her way back into the Gryffindor common room. A/N: Lame, I know, but hey. I like Trelawney.
"I trust, since there is no drink in front of you," said McGonagall scornfully, "that you will be able to pay attention, Sibyll?"
"Minerva," laughed Trelawney. "Of course. Severus, truth or dare?" she spat suddenly.
"E-uh..." mumbled Snape, who actually looked quite comic, was trying to think of this simple single-word answer. "E-uh... uh... dare? NO, I MEAN—"
"Too late, Severus!" exclaimed Dumbledore triumphantly.
"I dare you to..." started Trelawney, pausing for effect. "I dare you to mimic me."
Snape laughed, long and hard. Everybody laughed with him, even Trelawney. "Good one, Sibyll!" Dumbledore managed to say before he totally lost it. When everybody had calmed down, Snape got up. Contorting his face in an odd, mystical fashion A/N: I wish you peoples could see the picture in my head right now! Snape started hobbling around, waving his hands and humming in a high voice. Everybody laughed. Then, all of a sudden, Snape lunged for Neville, grabbed him, held him high up in the air, and asked in a silly voice that was about two octaves above Trelawney's, he asked him, "Is your grandmother feeling well?" Everybody burst into utter hysteria. Even Snape fell on the floor, he was laughing so hard.
When everybody had settled down, yet again, Neville and Snape resumed their positions and Snape regained his sneer. Everyone stared at him. Finally, he spat, "Potter! Truth or Dare?"
"Dare!" shot Harry. He wasn't about to share his sexual feelings for people to everybody in the room, especially if it was Snape asking him to.
Snape let out a single laugh, a triumphant one. "I dare you to let Draco curse you with whatever curse he feels like!"
McGonagall started, but then sat back down, considering it. After all, Harry couldn't die, he still had two more sequels going for him.
Malfoy stood up, readying his wand. Harry stood up right after, and they met in the center. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" bellowed Malfoy.
Everybody gasped, but the green light merely bounced off Harry's scar and killed some random Hufflepuff. "At least it was a Hufflepuff," said Dumbledore, shrugging.
"Okay, that was an easy dare," commented Harry. "Good thing you didn't use the Cruciatus Curse, Malfoy, that's the only one of the Unforgivables I can't handle!"
"I should give you detention, Mr. Malfoy!" exclaimed McGonagall.
"Calm, Minerva," said Dumbledore.
"Okay..." said Harry. "Ginny, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Ginny said.
"Okay..." said Harry, yet again. "I dare you to go into the Charms room where Flitwick is, and tell him you love him. Then, I want you to kiss him straight on the lips for at least 20 seconds.
"Oh," he added as an afterthought, while Ginny looked appalled. "I wouldn't mind a good kiss when you come back, either."
"Can I just kiss you instead of Flitwick?" asked Ginny hopefully.
"If you don't fulfill the dare, no kiss from me," scolded Harry mildly.
"Fine, I'll do it," said Ginny.
"C'mon, Professor Dumbledore," said Harry. "You up to making sure she does it?" Dumbledore chuckled. "Let's go."
A/N: What shall happen? What shall happen? Please review, please review! This is a longer one than the other two, and I got at least another couple chapters in my head that are coming tomorrow, guaranteed! For now, review! Give ideas! Feeeeeed ideas! I deserve it; it took more than half an hour to think of what Snape should say as a dare.