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Hermione's POV

I walked into the common room and it was as if a firework had been set off.

"HERMIONE!" they all screamed, and then the ruckus went on.

I blinked, and scanned the crowd for Harry. Finally, I found that mop of black hair. I tapped him on the shoulder. He spun, grinning. "Hermione! We were waiting for you,".

I frowned. "I noticed. What in the name of Merlin is going on?".

He grinned wider, if that was even possible. I got an uneasy feeling. That grin reminded me of the Weasley twins' smiles. That wasn't a good thing.

"The sixth years are having a party. A couple of fifth years are invited,". His gaze wandered over to Ginny, and settled. Honestly, could he be any more obvious? I sighed. It was quite sweet, but could be a tad annoying when I needed an answer out of Harry - a love struck Harry wasn't exactly user friendly. I snapped in front of his face to regain his attention. He turned his face back to me.

"A party, I can understand," I nodded my head to the dozens of bottles of alcohol leaned up against an armchair. "But that much alcohol? Really?".

"Loosen up, Hermione,". He frowned, looking at the bags under my eyes and my shoulders hunched from the weight of my book bag. Then, being the gentleman he is, Harry took the bag from my shoulders, and set it down gently next to the staircase. He walked me over the the circle of students who were dressed comfortably in jeans and a jumper or T-shirt. I felt a bit out of place seeing as I was still in my school robes. The students included Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Ginny, Neville, and Ron and Lavender, who were currently locked in a passionate embrace.

I pointedly gave a look of disgust, and sat down next in a free space between Seamus and Ginny. Harry sat on Ginny's other side, seeing as it was the only other spot left. I had to suppress a giggle when I saw both Harry and Gin go slightly beet-faced when their hands overlap for a moment. Ron and Lavender broke up from their snog-fest, much to my pleasure. Dean quieted everyone down, letting a hush fall over the students.

He spoke in a rather humorous false king-like voice:

"My fellow subjects. We are gathered here today to celebrate...the fact that my best buddy Seamus here managed to sneak in so much booze!" He dropped the act in the last sentence, as everyone cheered. Dean and Seamus passed around bottles of butterbeer around until everyone had got one. I drank my bottle, immensely enjoying the warmth that seemed to envelop my body, the type of heat you feel when drinking a hot cup of coffee or hot chocolate after coming in from a cold winter day.

Everyone chatted amiably. Even I found myself enjoying the party. I talked to Ginny, who could speak of nothing but the Quidditch match coming up.

I cut in. "Gin, you're going to be fine. you're a fantastic Chaser, you know that. If you don't mind, can we change the topic over to something else? Or rather, someone else?"

I glanced at Harry, who was obliviously talking to Neville about one thing or the other, and wiggled my eyebrows while giving a sly smile.

As expected, Ginny blushed root red. She lowered her voice.

"Shut up, Hermione! You very well know I'm with Dean. Besides, I'm the one who should be asking questions. For example, how mad is it making you that Ron's going out with Lavender instead of you?".

It was my turn to blush. She smirked, one quite reminiscent of Draco Malfoy.

"Gin, Ron can m-".

I was cut off by Harry's voice.

"You guys up for a game of Truth or Dare?".

I frowned. This is not going to end well. At least for me.

Dean grinned. "Bloody brilliant, Harry. I'm up for it,".

Seamus looked confused. "What's Truth or Dare?". That's right, I forgot that the students raised in wizarding families wouldn't know a muggle game. Dean and Harry explained the rules.

"So basically, you ask a person 'Truth or dare?' and they pick one of the two. If the person, let's say if I were asking Dean, were to pick 'truth', then we'd all together come up with an embarrassing question, one that he normally wouldn't want to answer," Harry spoke.

Dean continued, "And if I asked Harry 'Truth or dare?", and he were to pick 'dare', then we'd come with something embarrassing or amusing thing for him to do. It could be anything, like running starkers around the castle,". I shivered at the thought.

Parvati raised her hand.

"Er, yes?" Dean asked.

"How will we know if the person is answering their question truthfully?".

That was actually a great question. Dean and Harry pondered over the thought, before Harry raced upstairs to get something. In a minute or so, he came back holding a small item. I looked closely. A sock?

Harry, with all eyes on him, took out the Sneakoscope. Of course.

"Nice one, Harry," I said.

He smiled over at me. I nearly missed the look of annoyance that momentarily was plastered over Ron's face.

"I assume you all know what a Sneakoscope is?". Everyone nodded.

"Then we'll use this this to tell if anyone's lying or not," Dean carefully took the item out of Harry's hands and put it in the center of the ring of students.

"And if you refuse to answer a question, refuse to answer it truthfully, or refuse to do a dare-" Harry paused, reaching down to grab a bottle of- "-you take a shot of firewhiskey,".

Seamus grinned. "I like the way you think, mate,".

Panic bubbled up inside me. I had never drank anything more than butterbeer, other than the occasional sip of wine at my parent's house. It was either do some god-awful dare or answer a question I'd rather not, versus taking a shot and getting drunk. Either route would not be pleasant, and I would end up making a fool out of myself.

"Erm, Harry, if I remember correctly, that last part wasn't in the normal set of rules for Truth or Dare,".

It was Dean who responded, grinning in a way that made me uneasy.

"What's wrong, Hermione? Are you scared? Do you not want to play?".

My pride was going to get me into trouble one day. But after he said that, how could I have said no?