A/N I don't own Harry Potter.
"I'm bored," muttered Pomona. It was Christmas break and the students and staff were in the great hall. Harry, George, Fred, Hermione, Luna and Greg had stayed for the Christmas break. "Who wants to play a game?" George asked, grinning.
"What game?" The teachers looked skeptical.
"Who wants to play truth or dare?" All of the students except Hermione agreed. So did Rolanda Hooch, Albus Dumbledore, Pomona Sprout and Filius Flitwick. Snape noticed everyone else was playing so he decided to.
"Hey, Minnee," he called. "Aren't Gryffindors supposed to have bravery or arrogance or something? It's typical, the head of Gryffindor chickening out on a child's game." McGonagall glared at him.
"Fine, Snivellus. I'll play."
"Alrightly, then," said George. "Here are the rules. No shagging, no drinking, no getting back at someone, no passing, and cameras are allowed. I put a truth charm on this room, which means you have to tell the truth and all of it. I'll start. Professor McG, truth or dare?"
"Dare, Mr. Weasley."
"I dare you to, um, snog Flitwick for three whole minutes." The group stared at Fred, and then at McGonagall and Flitwick. The two teachers looked at each other in shock. Fred transfigured a plate into a camera, grinning madly. The two reluctantly leaned toward each other when Albus reminded them of the no passing rule. The group counted slowly, Fred snapping pictures.
"I am going to kill you if you distribute those pictures, Mister Weasley. Pomona, truth or dare?"
"Truth." Minerva grinned wickedly and Pomona shivered.
"What incident, in our fourth year, did you and Poppy do and blame me?" Pomona groaned. Rolanda laughed.
"We permanently stuck a sign to the Defense teacher's head that said 'I was not competent enough to prevent this sign being stuck to my head. I am terrible at Defense Against the Dark Arts and am a Slytherin imbecile.' Minerva got detention for a whole semester. I recommend not blaming her for something, because she is strong than she looks and will knock your block off." Pomona looked at the group's disbelieving stares. "What? How do you think Albus broke his nose? Anyways, Luna, truth or dare?"
"The nargles are advising to choose truth. So I'll take dare." Pomona got up and whispered something in Luna's ear. Luna took out her wand. She murmured a few words and Minerva was suddenly happy. Not normal happy, but four-year-old-who-just-ate-a-whole-jar-of-candy-and-is-really-hyper happy. The other players stared. Then Severus spoke.
"Lovegood, did you put a Cheering Charm on Old Dragon Breath?" Luna nodded. "She's going to kill you when it wears off."
"She's always furious about something, Professor Snape," said Luna dreamily. "It's not like it's a big shock. Greg, truth or dare?" The Slytherin looked surprised that Luna would pick him.
"Uh, dare, I guess." The girl smiled dreamily.
"I dare you to hug Snape until he smiles." Everyone except Goyle and Snape laughed. Snape looked as though he wanted to strangle Luna. Greg got up and hugged his Head of House. Snape grimaced/sneered to get it over with. Fred took a picture of Snape's face. Severus swore at Fred and dived for the camera. Minerva's Cheering Charm wore off and she started screaming at Pomona and Luna.
"Professor," said Goyle, looking at Flitwick, "truth or dare?" The Charms teacher looked nervous.
"Truth," he said.
"Are you part elf?" Flitwick groaned.
"Yes. Why does everyone ask me that? It's getting old. Albus, truth or dare?"
"I'll take dare, Filius. It has been so long since I have done something fun." Filius grinned.
"You want something fun? I dare you to dump a quart of snow down Old Dragon Breath's robe." Albus looked nervous for a moment, but then ran out, heaped together a large pile of snow together and ran back inside. He crept behind Minerva, who was yelling at Filius, and dumped the snow down her robe.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Good God, that's freezing! And all of you, this isn't funny! Albus Dumbledore, I am going to KILL you!"
"Now, Minerva, calm yourself. If you kill me, then the Aurors will come and you'll have to deal with them. If you think they're not annoying, then I suggest you spend an entire day with one of them." Minerva glared at him. "Be good, Minerva. Harry, truth or dare?"
"I dare you to list all of the teachers' nicknames. The ones that you students assigned." Harry gulped.
"Uh, Filthy Filch, Rubbish Binns, Dumb ole Dork, Shitwick, Hyper Hooch, Motherfucking McGonagall or mum, Pince the Priss, Pomfrey the Prat, Snape the greasy haired dungeon bat and Pyscho Sprout." The students snickered. The teachers looked furious with their nicknames. "George, truth or dare?"
"Truth, young Harry. Always be truthful,"
"Unless you're speaking with mum or 'mum'."
"Um, how many detentions did you get last year, and how many were from McG?"
"I got 392. I think about 240 were from Min."
"Yeah, she's such a lovely, sweet-tempered woman."
"So, dungeon bat, truth or dare?"
"Truth, and not because I'm a coward, it's because you two are pranksters and therefore you'll come up with dares that will cause many problems. And if you ever call me that again, I'll hex you, student or not."
"Why do you hate us Gryffindors so much? And don't say because of the big rivalry since the days of Godric and Salazar or we'll charm your forehead to read 'coward' for a month."
"It's because the Gryffindor Head of House is hot when she's mad about something." Severus' face went red. So did Minerva's. The rest of the group laughed. "Alright, enough. Rolanda, truth or dare?"
"Dare, of course."
"I dare you to tell Granger to quit being such a know-it-all." Rolanda walked over to Hermione and told her to quit being a know-it-all. Hermione told her to screw off.
"Well, she's even more irritable than Minnee. Fred, truth or dare?"
"I dare you to hex Minerva." Fred smirked. He pulled out his wand and waved it in Minerva's direction. There was a bang, and Minerva turned into a lion. The lion roared at him and he grinned at it.
A/N Any ideas for dares or questions?