Oh Harry, Harry, Harry… Ginny shook her head and looked at the boy with a little sadness in her eyes when he foolishly chose dare. It wasn’t so much that she was sad about daring him, but that she was sad that he seemed to underestimate her so much. She knew he wasn’t going to be happy with what she made him do, but she couldn’t really feel all that bad for him. It helped that he was already rather intoxicated and probably wouldn’t remember all, if much, of this little party anyway.

The Gryffindor grinned as she leaned forward, looking much like one of the twins when a great idea sparked. ”You probably shouldn’t have said that, Harry, but okay,” she laughed, crawling over to the seated boy and whispering into his ear so that no one would know exactly what the dare was until he’d accomplished it.

”It seems Hermione is a little put out after being mauled by Malfoy, so I think you should make her feel better. I dare you to do whatever it takes to make her moan your full name, Harry James Potter, and you are forbidden to tell her the details of the dare.”

Ginny sat back with a Cheshire cat grin on her face, quite proud of herself for the dare she’s just set. At least she’d get the spotlight off the great blonde ferret for a bit.

The way the redhead crawled over to him, Harry half expected to be doing something with her that would change the nature of their relationship. Maybe Ginny was smart enough to realize how terrible of an idea that was, especially right in front of her boyfriend, and had subbed in Hermione for herself at the last moment.

Still, it was going to be a little bit awkward to make his friend feel better in the way he was told to. Still, surely anything Malfoy could do Harry could do as well. He made his way over to the bushy haired girl but stopped just in front of her when he realized that no one but him had heard the dare. That was going to make the beginning of this extra interesting.

He titled his head and gave her a look that he hoped said something along the lines of ‘just go with it’ before leaning in and kissing her hard on the lips. To his great surprise Hermione almost immediately kissed him back. Once that happened, things kind of clicked into place and he just did things naturally, remember experiences from earlier this year and things he had picked up from others.

His tongue slid across her lips, much gentler than the rest of the kiss had been, and when her lips parted he slid it into her mouth, sensually jostling her tongue. At the same time his hands found her hips. He worked his hands slowly up, under her shirt, one in front and one in back as he temporarily broke the kiss. The small part of his mind still capable of thought expected her to do something to refuse the contact to her skin the same way he had expected her not to kiss him back, but again her reaction surprised him as she seemed to be completely good with what he was doing to her.

As his hands continued their trip up, he kissed her jawline, going up towards her ear. Just before he was close enough to whisper something reassuring in her ear he caught sight of Ginny in the corner of his eye shaking her head. Apparently she thought he would actually cheat at his dare. To avoid her wrath he moved his mouth back to Hermione’s reengaging the deep kiss of before. At this point the hand on her back had reached her bra. Thankfully quidditch had given him the coordination to figure it out and unhook it without seeing. This allowed him to gently cup and caress her left breast with the other hand, eliciting a soft moan from his friend. Still, it wasn’t his name, so it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the manic redhead.

He nipped at her lower lip before pushing his tongue back into her mouth. As the hand in front moved from caressing the breast to gently playing with the nipple, the hand that was on her back slid quickly down to make its way insider her skirt. This time the voice in the back of his head was still there, but it had become so distant that he wasn’t even aware it was telling him this might be too far.

He moaned into her mouth as that hand slid down, rubbing against her through her panties. One hand pinched her nipple while the other found her nub through her panties. He was almost unaware that she had moaned out his name, as he was so into what he was doing. Only the loud wolf whistle from Ginny brought him back to his senses. He slowly took his mouth and hands back and took an awkward step back. He wanted to say something to Hermione, so he had no idea what, so he just turned back to the room and spun the wand, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes for fear of their reaction. “Truth or dare?” he asked the room in general.

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The youngest Weasley watched as Harry got into the dare much more than she was expecting him to. There were definitely moans, and not all from Hermione, but there were no names in the mix yet. She stared with wide eyes as Harry’s hand made its way inside the bushy-haired girl’s skirt and Hermione definitely said his name. Oh boy. She could imagine exactly what he was doing with those skilled Seeker’s fingers right now, and Ginny bit her lip as she squeezed her thighs together.

The redhead let a loud wolf-whistle fly from her lips as she realized quickly that the Golden Boy was not stopping. He’d already managed to complete his dare. Now she had to keep him from getting down and dirty with Gryffindor’s princess outside of the game’s demands. That would be no fun without a dare demanding it!

”You definitely succeeded in making her moan your name, Harry,” she said with a husky tone to her voice. Ginny quickly went from grinning at the spectacled boy to grimacing at her wand as it pointed at her once again. ”Damn you, you bloody twig,” she growled. ”I guess you get your revenge then, Harry, cause I’m a dare kind of girl.”

Between time, adrenaline, and everything else going on, Harry was creepy back towards sober far quicker than should be allowed to happen. That meant that he was aware of the abnormal tone in Ginny’s voice when she addressed him as the wand was spinning. Apparently he had put on one hell of a show to affect her without even touching her.

He thought that information would have to be filed away from later, but he was happily mistaken as the wand landed right back on the person who had just finished daring and then possibly taunting him. He found himself unable to even look at Hermione to see how she was reacting to what he just did, so it was good to have something this good to distract him.

“Hm” he said, giving it some thought. “Since you seem so excited about the idea of people touching each other, I think you should perform a lap dance and striptease.” He paused, wondering how bad he wanted to make her. Unfortunately, he was a nice guy to his core and couldn’t make it too hard on her. “Since I’m a little terrified of you, I’ll let you pick who dance on.” He was about the grab a butterbeer, sit back, and enjoy the show when he realized that he needed to put in one more detail so it wasn’t left openeded. Ginny was as likely to take things too far as Malfoy, honestly. “I suppose you can stop when you reach your underwear if you feel the need to. I won’t whistle you done, though. Your call.”

Well. That had gone over nicely. It seemed Harry wasn’t too unhappy with the whole experience, and Hermione definitely looked pleased, so Ginny felt pretty good about the dare she’d dished out. Futher, it seemed Harry felt like being nice to her, since he gave her a dare she’d actually enjoy doing. ”Alright, loverboy,” she growled, pulling Riley up to his feet and grabbing his wand to conjure a chair, since hers was currently the spinner for the game. She shoved him into said chair and smirked down at him, shaking her hips a bit before winking and turning to the rest of the room. ”Ron, would you mind averting your eyes though? This is kinda creepy if you watch…”

With that, she dropped down to a crouch between the Ravenclaw’s knees, leaning her long red locks back into his lap and closing her eyes as she ran her fingers down her neck and played with the neckline of her sweater. Her other hand slid from where it had kept her balance on the floor between her feet, up to the inside of her knee, then lightly passed over her crotch as she let out an airy sigh.

The Gryffindor rolled her head in her boyfriend’s lap and moaned as she tugged the neckline of her sweater down, revealing the thin white cami she wore underneath. Her ruby red bra showed through and she knew the guys would notice it as she was still facing out toward the room. Ginny slowly rose from the crouch, hand sliding back between her legs and tugging on her pants button while she slipped her shoes and socks off using her opposite foot for each. She bit her bottom lip as the button popped and she undid the zip of her pants, turning and hovering over her seated boyfriend while gyrating her hips.

Ginny groaned and straddled Riley’s lap, still moving her hips as she tugged the sweater up her body, dancing with it as she worked the soft apparel over her head. She grinned and wrapped the sweater around her boyfriend’s neck, pulling his face toward her body and pushing her chest toward him, knowing she’d have him panting for more.

The redhead tossed her sweater to a corner of the room and slipped her thumbs into her belt loops, slowly, oh so slowly, sliding the denim down an inch at a time on her slender hips. Once she had them down far enough, Ginny shimmied her hips and worked the jeans down her legs, keeping the long, tone appendages neatly together as her pants fell to the floor. She stuck her tongue out slightly as she kicked the jeans away and flipped her hair out of her face. She winked at her boyfriend before sliding easily into a split on the floor, hands resting on his upper thighs as she did so.

Her red boyshorts were perfect for this position, as they’d be showing off a good bit of her arse to the room. She also knew Riley was rather aroused, and that had her grinning like a cat who had a mouse trapped between her paws. She shifted into a straddle and leaned backward, arching her back so that she had her hands on the floor behind her head and her chest was pointing straight up at her boyfriend. She grinned and did a sort of back walkover type move that left her on her feet and hovering again over the Ravenclaw. Ah, this was so much fun.

With mischief in her eyes, Ginny tugged at her cami straps. She pulled the small shirt up over her toned stomach, then turned around and rubbed her bum on Riley’s arousal, mewling in desire as heat shot through her body. Merlin. This was not nice. She was bloody torturing herself as much as him! The girl kept working on the shirt, finally getting it all the way off and tossing the thin white material into Sky’s lap for safe keeping. She purred and turned around, fully straddling and sitting on Riley’s lap as she wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed his lips deeply.

”Somebody spin my bloody wand and pick truth or dare already,” she grumbled before ducking back in for another scorching kiss. She wasn’t going to be able to rejoin the circle for a couple minutes, but she didn’t figure anyone would argue with a growling Weasley.

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Once all was said and done as far as the rules went things got going and even Blaise chuckled at Granger's question to Potter though he didn't really want to know how often or when the chosen one wanked. The dark skinned wizard thought this was just what was to be expected from a game of truth and dare with a bunch of drinking teens however and so he laughed it off and grabbed a butterbeer to drink.

What had started off as fun quickly escalated to more of a revenge for humiliating me game and it wasn't really anything he would have enjoyed seeing. Blaise had not even been involved in anything that had passed and even he wanted to drink to erase his mind. Draco getting it on with Granger followed by the other slytherin boy getting it on with Potter. Caldwell talking about McGonagall's inability to be sexual and then the Weaslette and Riddle snogging. Then Potter and Granger getting in followed by the Weaslette's attempt at a strip tease.

Blaise had been through a good five shots of firewhiskey and a good few butterbeers as it all unfolded and his reactions were mostly amused. Not being in the least bit attracted to males as Draco apparently was he didn't even bother watching the session between the blonde and Potter. He didn't judge though. Stranger things had happened in the snake pit playing rounds of this game with slytherins so it wasn't really new to the boy to witness the things that he was. He was just surprising to see gryffindors getting down and dirty.

For the most part Blaise was amused and relaxed and not bothered by what was going on. The two girls snogging might have tickled his fancy a bit more if it weren't the Weaslette involved or if it had been a bit more intense but he took it for what it was and on the game went. By the end of Potter's display with Granger Blaise was willing to bet the muggleborn had a thing for the savior and after the first twenty seconds of the Weaslette's performance he lost himself in his drink because he just couldn't get into it. It was nothing personal really but He just didn't find the younger witch that attractive. Perhaps it was her red hair but never had found her at all pleasing to the eye but to each their own.

All in all Blaise was having an alright time which was more than he expected from a group like this and then that wand landed on him and he smirked. "About time. I suppose I'll ask for a dare."

Ginny was very much enjoying the way her lack of clothing let her grind her clit against her boyfriend’s boner, and she was panting as she heard the dark skinned boy make his choice. Merlin! She just needed to get the dare out there so she could continue her sensual dance in her lover’s lap. She was relatively sure that the entire room now knew the size of Malfoy, Harry, and Riley’s manhoods, which was interesting considering she hadn’t even known fully how well-endowed her boyfriend was before this little game.

A wicked grin crossed her lips as Ginny came up with a dare that would have every male in the room on edge, since she was weaseling her way into involving all of them on this one. It was only fair, considering how every dare had involved another person so far anyway. Let them all get their due.

Ginny groaned as she felt an orgasm wash over her, shuddering as she felt her arousal dampen Riley’s crotch. That should probably embarrass her, but instead it just made her ready for more fun as she peeled herself off of him and stared at his obvious erection, licking her lips.

”Alright then Zabini. I dare you to compare lengths to the other guys here so we can all know who gets the title of stallion, and who is just a Shetland pony.”

The dark skinned wizard didn't bat an eyelash at the red head's grin. To her dare, the boy raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn't give any kind of reaction. The night had been interesting and Blaise had learned a few things, and one thing stuck out above the rest. Ginny Weasley was the gryffindor slag.

Funny really since those lions would have you believe they were incapable of such things but it was the only word to describe the red haired witch. The boy actually smirked his amusement thinking how incredibly alike she was to the slytherin slag Pansy but he supposed there had to be one in every group and who knew? Perhaps that was why Potter kept her around so much because she seemed to have flirted a lot more with the golden boy than her boyfriend since they'd all been there and her performance seemed to be just as much as for the other blokes in the room as it was for Caldwell. It seemed the Weaselette had a ridiculously large ego and he couldn't figure out why but then perhaps it had something to do with blokes like Potter and Malfoy drooling all over her in situations like this that made the witch think she was more attractive than she was.

Blaise had to commend her on her confidence for dry humping herself to orgasm on top of her boyfriend but it left very little room to say she was in any way classy and one look at the Weasel and he was positive her brother might agree. At any rate the dark skinned wizard let a chuckle out while the others either left or pulled out their junk for the witch to check out. The Weasel and Lestrange looked to be about the only ones aside from himself and the other two witches who weren't affected by the Weaselett's attempts to have every bloke in the room drooling over her. It was a cheap shot to the other female's who were her friends and yet she sought to have the blokes they were pinning after lusting for her.

Witches in his experience were strange and dangerous creatures and though Granger chose to leave than pick a fight Blaise wasn't too sure about Riddle since he had never spent much time around the female snake so he thought now would be the perfect time to bail and let the idiots pick up the pieces of everything that came crashing down on their heads. Ignoring the others he flicked his wand at the Weaselette and in a second a ruler appeared at the nearly naked witch's feet. "I think since you are so interested in everyone's penis that you should do the honors and measure them? Or perhaps you just wanted to see who had gotten worked up over you in order to stroke that ego of yours?"

Blaise was mocking and his smirk was just as mocking as he nodded civilly to the rest and spun the wand and took his leave back to the dungeons.

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Things were getting all too serious all too fast. How had she and Sky come up with this damned guest list anyway? It seemed stupid now to have invited Ron and Hermione, not to mention Lestrange and the silent snake of doom that was Zabini. They really should have picked a crowd that knew how to have more fun. Harry was typically pretty good for a fun time without stressing too much, and she thought Sky would be too, but it seemed when you threw in the Slytherin Prince it just wasn’t so.

She rolled her eyes and groaned as Hermione and Lestrange both managed to leave the room in a huff. Great. Now her bushy-haired friend was going to be mad at her. Again. That was awesome. Shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, the redhead stood in naught but her matching bra and panties while Ron seemed to go into a fit of shame and the other three males (aside from Zabini, of course) let their pants fall. The dark-skinned boy made a remark before going the way of Silas and Hermione, and she flipped him the bird, just as she had done when Silas had started spouting off at the mouth.

Chucking the ruler at her brother’s head, Ginny rolled her eyes and looked each boy over quickly before letting out a sigh and motioning for them to pull their pants back up. ”As eloquently as Malfoy said it, I think you are the Stallion, Harry. Which means my plan backfired since I made this dare to show off the goods I get and no one else does.” She sent a glare at Ron and crossed her arms, holding an angry stance in the middle of the circle while the wand slowed its spinning. ”And honestly, this is just as covering as a damned bathing suit. Grow up.”

She was already tired of the stares she was receiving and the way Lestrange and Zabini had both looked at her before they left. Malfoy did the same type of thing she did and they weren’t calling him a cheap whore. Though they probably would, and then her argument would be null and void. Maybe she’d have to befriend the snake if only so they could bond in the whole school hating them for being unashamed of having sexual desires.

The wand stopped on Harry and the redhead looked over at him, noticing that Sky didn’t seem at all in the mood to do any daring or truth asking. In fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if the girl up and left next, though it would hurt her feelings a good bit. ”Alright, Harry. Truth or dare?” she asked a bit dejectedly, drinking a good portion of butterbeer as she waited for his choice.

Harry smirked to himself as Silas left the room. Apparently he couldn’t take the challenge. The smirk disappeared instantly as Hermione followed him out. That couldn’t be good and Harry had the idea that he was to blame. A glance around the room at Ron, Ginny, and Skyler showed that no one seemed to be having much fun anymore. As soon as Ginny allowed him to he pulled his boxers and jeans back up and into place. The idea of being almost naked wasn’t as fun anymore since it probably was what hurt Hermione.

He was about to go find his shirt when the wand stopped on him yet again, and it looked like Ginny would be the one daring him. That made it even worse. He could probably smooth things over with both Ron and Hermione, he had had to do it dozens of times before. He didn’t really give a damn what Malfoy, or Blaise, or Silas thought. He even thought he could handle the look on Skyler’s face. She was a lot like him, so given time and space she would be alright. Ginny was a problem, though. He had always thought that there was nothing in the world that could get to her. For her to sound so hurt almost killed him.

He grabbed the closest whiskey bottle, thinking a dare again might break things entirely. He tipped it back to take his shot, only the find the bottle empty. Resignedly, he dropped it to the ground and found the next bottle. This one too was empty, and he dropped it a little more forcefully. He had to go most of the way across the room to find the last bottle, and when it was empty to he flung it against the nearest wall in a fit of rage.

“Fine,” he said, turning back to Ginny as the shattered glass slid down the wall. “Give me a dare and let’s point this thing back in the right direction.”

Ginny watched as Harry came up dry in his search for whiskey. It seemed the group would be reduced to dares only since the liquor was gone, and she frowned. They might have needed some more of that to erase some of the damage from their poor brains. With a shrug, she sat in Riley’s lap in the circle once more and sighed at her friend. It was time to figure out some way to fix things and turn this game back into something fun.

”Okay. We’re gonna give this game a bit of a cheering charm and get things back to a happier place. If anyone objects you can stuff it up your arse.” Her smirk was full as she tilted her head at her boyfriend, then asked him for his shirt so that she might avoid having to stand up and fetch her clothes to become less awkward.

Once the blue oxford was covering her, Ginny smiled genuinely around at her friends and let the dare fall from her lips. ”Harry, I dare you to wear Sky’s shirt and jeans for the rest of the game, and give yours to her. You can use the stalls to change so there isn’t any more awkward partial nudity, too,” she added the stall comment with a bit of a blush and downcast glance. She knew her own show had been over the top and made them uncomfortable, and she was determined to make it right.

”Oh, and I know a shrinking charm to help fix any stretching that might occur from Harry wearing your stuff, Sky. No worries.” Ginny laughed, remembering the spell she’d used on her oldest brother’s favorite old hoodie when he left it for her when he first went to Egypt.

Harry was more than a little bit glad when Ginny decided that it was a good idea to cover herself. He was also happy with the fact that they were given the option of doing the half-naked portion of the dare out of the line of sight this time. He doubted anyone in the room wanted to know anything more about his anatomy than they already did, and Skyler seemed to be the most modest person in the room, with the possible exception of the guys who had bailed, if their anger and condescension were just covering for other feelings.

Unfortunately, as he and Malfoy had begun to sober up to reality facing levels, Skyler had apparently decided to try and forget what her boyfriend had done, making his Slytherin friend the drunkest one in the room, and Harry was fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to get out of her clothes on her own. Muttering to himself about having to strip down in front of the room again, Harry made his way over to his shirt, where he had been against the wall before. As he picked it up, he faced the wall, pushing down his anger before he went back to the room. His anger was not directed at Skyler in any way and he wouldn’t take his anger out on the wrong people anymore if he could help it.

When he turned back towards the Slytherin, there was a good natured, if small, smile on his face. He walked over to her, holding out his shirt like a gift he was presenting. Hopefully the gesture would bring a smile to her face. He was unsure if it had worked or not, as he was diligently looking anywhere but at his friend as she removed the clothing from her upper half. He took the shirt she placed in his hand and struggled into it, working to stretch it as little as possible. As a result, it ended up so tight on him that it looked like it had been painted onto his body.

With that he turned back towards her to watch and make sure she was capable of getting out of her jeans. He would be able to look away before it got indecent and he could help her if she had problems. While he let her fight with the button, he easily undid and slipped out of her own jeans, setting them aside for when she was ready, so she would be short on clothes for as little time as possible.

Once this was done, he pulled her to her feet, hoping that would make it easier for her to unbutton her pants and just step out of them or something. Unfortunately, this plan backfired, and before Harry knew it he was lying on his back with his friend on top of him. This was so not the idea he had when he had removed his pants first. She seemed unable to try and fix this, and soon her head was on his shoulder and she sounded like she had been defeated.

“It’s okay, Skyler, just follow my lead,” he said kindly. With that he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans before moving his hands to her hips. Squeezing as gently as he could, he moved her up a little and rolled out from under her, then lowered her to the ground. He got to his feet before putting his hands back on her hips to pull her up. When that was accomplished, he slid her jeans carefully down her legs and off.

Once the Slytherin was pantless, he helped her back to the ground and helped her get his jeans on. Once they were up, he left her to figure out the button and zipper and turned away from her. Still standing, he hopped, twisted, pulled, and grunted himself into her jeans. He turned back to her with a grin when he was done. “Okay, you’re pants are uncomfortably tight and this shirt so does not describe me, but you smell nice so I’ll live with it.”

That done he turned his attention briefly back to Ginny and his smile faltered. He wanted not to be mad at her, but it was going to take more than one positive gesture because of how Ron and Hermione had been hurt. “Was that about what you had in mind?” he asked, more coldly than he had intended.

With that he turned back to the wand, spinning it and hoping it would land on someone that hold help make this better, rather than someone that would cause it to spiral the rest of the way down.

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Tough crowd. Very tough crowd apparently since three of their party walked out one being his fellow ravenclaw who parted with rude words and Zabini too. The tense mood had the boy sobering up quickly and he realized belatedly that maybe his little ginger might have taken things too far past the point of fun.

Easily shedding himself of his shirt and handing it to the red head when she asked after pulling up his pants Riley watched Ginny closely. There didn't seem to be any shame or remorse on her face. Just disappointment that the others seemed to lack the balls to enjoy her type of fun. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not. As the game continued he chose to think about it when there were less people around.

He laughed at Potter breaking all the bottles and having to choose dare until it sunk in that they would all have to choose dare now. Though it wasn't as bad as it could have been considering the dares previously. Though Riley thought the ensuing struggle with an obviously drunk Riddle was funny as was Potter in her clothes while his clothes looked to drown the small girl but she looked kind of happy in them if he was any kind of judge.

Potter looked pretty pissed when he spun the wand and Riley had an idea why but wisely stayed out of it. When the wand pointed to him he faced the boy and shrugged. "Only one option eh?"

Harry couldn’t help but crack a smile at Riley’s reaction. It would be easy for him to be angry at Harry, or worried about the Gryffindor’s tone, or any number of other unpleasant things. Instead, he seemed to be the only person still treating this like what it was supposed to be, a game. Harry respected the Ravenclaw more now than he had when they had entered the room, which was something that could only be said for Riley and Skyler. Everyone else, himself included, had managed to do something to drop in his estimations.

He felt the need to do a dare that somehow showed him that there were no hard feelings. He was also fairly determined to not contribute to the air of general nakedness that permeated the game. Still, Riley was already down a shirt, which gave him an idea. He waved his wand, causing a small array of paints and a mirror to appear before the Ravenclaw. Hopefully the spell had worked the way he had intended and they were fully washable.

“Since you are currently dating the pride of Gryffindor House and shirtless,” he said teasingly, “I dare you to paint the Gryffindor crest on your chest and leave it there for the rest of the game.” Harry shifted at that point, as he was losing circulation to most of his legs. “Hopefully the paint will be more comfortable on your skin than these jeans are on mine.”

Chuckling at Potter's description of Riddle's clothes and grabbed Ginny's hips gently to lift her from his lap and then setting her in the chair he vacated. He winked at her with his crooked grin on his face hoping to convey to the little ginger that he at least held no hard feelings toward her and that together they could turn the game around into something fun. Maybe the kind of fun she had in mind might have been better suited for their alone time anyway.

Turning to Potter, Riley saluted the boy and with a call of "Aye! Aye! Cap'n!" he marched over to the paint the gryffindor had supplied and grabbed a paintbrush. Now..to paint the gryffindor crest on himself. He didn't mind this dare too much even if he was a ravenclaw. He was dating - somewhat - a gryffindor as Potter had generously pointed out so Riley didn't mind showing support to his witch.

This would be so much easier if he had any idea what the gryffindor crest looked like. He frowned as he tried to remember it but the boy rarely paid that much attention to gryffindor labelled things. They were lions so there was most likely a lion somewhere on it. Not being able to draw up an actual picture in his mind Riley painted on his chest the best he could do.

What he ended up with was a large badge looking outline with a stick figure like dog on the side that looked like it was being electrocuted because of the mane he had tried to paint around it's stick neck. The word gryffindor was painted over the electrocuted dog-lion in both red and good paint. Riley was pretty sure a six year old could have done better but he never claimed to be an artist.

He turned around to the room at large with his arms out wide to display his job and it really was funny when combined with his large grin. "I'm no Picasso but I think it's more modern art, don't you?" He asked them all and set the wand spinning for the next person.

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As Riley went to begin his dare, Harry found a butterbeer and took a sip. For some reason he had pegged Riley for both a decent artist and someone who would remember what the Gryffindor crest looked like. It turned out that he was wrong on both counts, but the result was hilarious, so it was okay. He toasted the Ravenclaw as he wrapped up his work. “Excellent rendering! Just make sure you wash it off before anyone else sees you without a shirt.”

With that the wand was spinning again. Then the wand was landing again. Apparently the wand decided it was safest bouncing back and forth between Harry and Riley of course. He gave a big theatrical groan before looking up at the Ravenclaw yet again.

“Still just one choice. You know what they say about payback. Have at it mate.” With that Harry laughed, showing that it was all in good fun. Maybe they were actually turning this thing around.

He laughed along with Potter not taking offense to anyone else finding his artwork childish. It was pretty bad even by his standards and Riley wasn't too sure he could blame it on the alcohol since he hadn't really drank that much. He nodded to the gryffindor's instructions even though he smiled. Riley didn't plan on anyone but the little ginger seeing him without a shirt on after this but he would still be washing off the horrible tattoo he had given himself.

He followed Potter's lead and grabbed a butterbeer popping the lid off as the wand stopped it's final spin to point back at the golden boy. Riley had to laugh at the likelihood of that and at the bloke's words. Maybe they couldn't choose truth but there hadn't been anything in the rules about daring someone to tell the truth was there? "Alrighty then Potter. I dare you to tell us the truth about who the Golden Boy of Gryffindor crushes on."

That was not what Harry had been expecting. He thought the one good thing about the whiskey being gone was that he no longer had to worry about facing questions exactly like this one. Unfortunately, he was fairly certain that the stupid charm on the wand would pick up on the word truth within the dare and glow angrily if he tried to tell a safe, easy lie. That meant he was stuck.

Luckily, he was not stuck in all ways, as Ginny had taken his uncomfortable squirming to solely be related to the pants, apparently, as she had borrowed a wand from somewhere and loosened them. She had mysteriously left the shirt clinging tightly to his body. There was a chance she had just forgotten because it wasn’t a risk of causing Harry permanent damage, but he doubted it. Still, he was in a physically better condition now, so it was time to move on with the game.

Merlin, he didn’t want to answer this question in front of Riley. The plan this summer had been to just kill time until Harry and Ginny were in a proper place to date each other, but it was fairly clear now that Ginny wasn’t coming back for him at this point. “I guess you asked that because you know I still have a thing for Ginny?” he asked resignedly.

To Harry’s great shock and dismay, the wand turned an angry shred of dark red. Apparently this night had changed things for him more than he realized. “Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about that anymore, then,” he said, giving Riley a smile. This time he made himself smile at Ginny too. He might be upset, but he certainly didn’t want her to think he hated her all of a sudden or something.

“I guess, maybe I have a thing for Hermione?” he asked more than stated. He didn’t really think this to be true, though, and sure enough the wand softened to a more normal shade of red but made no move to turn green or even to go back to normal. She was apparently a sister in his mind and nothing more still. That was a relief.

The only problem was that Harry had no idea who he had a crush on himself at this point. “Maybe I don’t have a crush,” he guessed, but the wand got just as violently red as it had on Ginny at that lame attempt. He let out an exasperated sigh and looked around the room as if the answer would be written on the walls or ceiling somewhere.

His eyes fell on his co-conspirator and friend lying on the floor where he had left her and apparently fighting against the alcohol to stay awake. The anger and confusion faded from his features entirely at the wonderful sight she made in his too big clothes. He stepped over to her, pulling her to her feet one more time. “Come on Skyler, party time is over. Let’s get you to bed while that’s still an option.” Without even looking at the wand or anything else he slung her arm around his shoulder and carefully made his way to the door, mind already on the quickest and safest route to the Snake pit.

Ginny was confused by the feelings racing through her heart and head as she stared openly at her abandoned wand, gently glowing the most pleasant emerald where Harry had left it. The wood had taken on the color of his eyes as soon as Sky’s name slipped from his lips, and the echo of the truth charm remained for around twenty seconds before the wand was back to its normal dark shade of brown. On one hand, the girl was happy that Harry had moved on just as she had. On the other, it hurt to know he was completely over her, especially when she wasn’t positive she didn’t still harbor at least a tiny crush.

The idea that he liked Sky as more than a friend was confusing too, especially when Ginny noticed the defeated look on the blonde Slytherin’s face. She heard him mutter something about “more whiskey” before he staggered out of the room, though she was pretty sure he was sober by now and the wobbling was from something entirely different.

In utter silence, the redhead got up from the chair Riley had deposited her onto and paced over to her jeans, grabbing her wand along the way. She lipped them on quickly and buttoned Riley’s shirt the rest of the way so she was fully covered, then glanced guiltily at her brother. Ginny shifted her eyes and the floor and shuffled from one foot to the other and back again. ”Erm,” she started awkwardly, looking at Ron again. ”We’re uh… gonna go then,” she stammered. She’d meant to apologize, but her stupid pride got in the way.

With one last look at her brother, Ginny turned toward the door and grabbed the Ravenclaw’s hand, dragging him away with her. She didn’t even bother searching out the rest of her clothes. The elves would get them to her, she was sure.