A/N: Chapter ten. Over here! I'm running out of ideas of good summaries.
You'll just have to manage without one. We'll let the story speak for
itself.
Disclaimer: (rolls eyes towards ceiling)
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Chapter 10 - Truth or dare?
~oOo~
It was dark. Very dark. And damp. Hermione heard water dripping off the sides of the old tunnel. From what she'd understood from Laura they were nearly at the dead end now.
All of the leaders from Hermione's clearing were going through the route of the trail in order to be able to find their way later. The campers were having supper at the moment, and Rose and Jenny had been left in charge.
They were there now. The dead end consisted of a lesser chamber in the depths of the mountain. The tunnel grew wider and became a circular room, where there lay pebbles and large crates of the floor.
She felt Harry's hand briefly brush hers as he went past her and into the room. He raised his muggle flashlight and shone on the smooth walls, where minerals were shimmering in thin patterns.
Laura placed her lantern on the floor. Hermione's cousin had been secretive and annoyingly happy all day, and she refused to talk for long with anyone except Madelyn. She knew they were planning something of their own.
"All, right, everyone", Laura said. Her voice echoed briefly off the walls. "If you would just gather here, I'll tell you about the spots where we'll be hiding."
She brought out a small chart from the pocket of her black woollen sweater. It was nothing more than a piece of paper with line with crosses on it and occasional scribbling, but Hermione reckoned it worked.
"Now, at the opening of the tunnel we'll have Grey. You'll be letting the campers into the mine, about three every five minutes. Then we have Will and Madelyn, who'll handle the fake-spider-webs and the eating noise. Next are Dudders and Piers - you'll breath down their necks and hiss. Sam and myself - the jumping-out-and-grabbing-one-of-them-part. Last are Harry and Hermione, who'll have to be creative since me and Madelyn couldn't figure out a fourth thing to do."
Hermione could have sworn she saw Laura wink at Madelyn after that last sentence.
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That had been about four hours ago. At the beginning, Hermione had feared she and Harry wouldn't be able to pull their part off without giving themselves away, but after some pondering, it had been easily fixed. After all, they both WERE able to behave professional, weren't they?
Now they were all back in the dead end. The other leaders had come in from the opening after they'd cleaned out their paraphernalia from their places. The easiest way to go about it was of course to just go straight out of the tunnel, but Laura had insisted, and everyone knew not to argue.
She was nor carrying with her a large backpack, too. Hermione had no idea what it contained. But, once again they were assembled around Laura's lantern in the dead end chamber, and Hermione's cousin were insisting they'd all find a crate and sit down.
"I've brought food with me", she began. "None of us has had supper as of yet, and I figured we're all hungry by now."
She packed up from her bag some cold chicken, bread and water. They all ate with a good appetite, and when the plates were (figuratively) cleaned, Laura sat back and smiled. It was the widest smile she'd shown for the entire day (and the girl'd been smiling ALL day, like mentioned). Hermione was starting to worry.
"Now, when we've all been fed and such. Dudders - truth or dare?"
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Dudley looked like he was under gun point. His gaze flew around the room nervously and eventually he managed to let out a choked:
"Truth."
Laura furrowed her brow.
"All right, then. Why've you been going around scratching your bottom every five steps for the past two days?"
Dudley turned as red as a fireman's-truck. He scratched his bottom again.
"I have an itch. It won't go away."
Laura shrugged.
"OK, your turn."
"Piers - truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Aww, you're no fun", Laura whined.
"What really happened between you and that Sophia George from Hill's Academy last year?"
Piers turned even redder than Dudley had.
"Um... wewenttothemovies", he mumbled.
Dudley seemed to have heard him, though, since he started rolling around of the floor, clutching his stomach and laughing.
"Sam."
"Dare", he answered boldly and shot Laura a look. She smiled at him.
"I dare you to kiss anyone of your choice in this chamber."
Hermione had to admit she was a little surprised at Piers' choice of task. But she also immediately understood who it was going to be performed on. Sam got up and crossed the circle, to where Laura was sitting. He then bent over, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her with a devotion Hermione was surprised to see. Previously to that minute, she had absolutely no idea that had been the case.
When he walked back to his seat Laura looked a bit flustered, but very pleased indeed. Sam smiled wider than Hermione'd ever seen him smile before. He exchanged a glance with Laura, who nodded.
"Harry."
"Truth."
Sam grinned and rubbed his hands together.
"I know you're in love. I want to know who with."
Hermione froze. It was over.
Harry laughed.
"Bad formulation of question, my friend. Yes, I am in love. She's a girl in my year from the same school as I. Gotcha!"
The whole circle stared at him. Laura tried to raise a protest, but no luck.
"Now, my turn", Harry said cunningly. "Grey."
"Truth."
"Is it true what I hear about you accidentally going into the wrong shower- room earlier this week. That you managed to flash yourself in front of fifteen girls in the shower?"
Grey didn't have the ability to say it. He just made a barely noticeable nod. The whole group fell into fits of laughter.
Grey gathered himself enough to corner Laura, who chose dare.
"Scratch Dudley's bottom."
Laura looked appalled. But she did it, alright. And Hermione knew she was next in turn. And that whatever she chose it would have to do with Harry.
The question wouldn't have any loop-holes this time, so Hermione found herself with no other choice than to pick dare.
Laura wriggled her eyebrows.
"Since I'm going to give you a choice on this one I'll whisper the two options to you, and then you'll just tell us the one you chose. The other task can remain a secret."
Laura's hands encircled Hermione's ear.
'I dare you to choose between these, and then perform the task: Either you French Harry, or you tell him how you feel about him.'
Hermione stared at her, but instantly knew what to chose. She got up from her crate and went over and kneeled before the one Harry was sitting at. She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him deeply. The only problem was, when two persons are used to kissing one another, it shows.
If Harry really HAD been as angry with her as they both played at, he would have stiffened when she kissed him. But no, of course neither he nor Hermione were THAT good actors. When she felt his tongue moving against hers, Hermione realised he'd give them both away within seconds. So she decided she'd finished her task and pulled away. Their eyes met and she knew he understood. The only question was: How many of the people in the chamber had grasped what was going on?
~oOo~
A/N: Short one, I know. And perhaps it sucked big time, too. But the ending was a good place to leave off.
When we get to the next chapter, about a week will have passed since they all played Truth or dare?. We'll find out exactly how many of the others who noticed Hermione's familiarity when kissing Harry, and their reactions to it. Revenge is sweet...
Do review.
Disclaimer: (rolls eyes towards ceiling)
~oOo~
Chapter 10 - Truth or dare?
~oOo~
It was dark. Very dark. And damp. Hermione heard water dripping off the sides of the old tunnel. From what she'd understood from Laura they were nearly at the dead end now.
All of the leaders from Hermione's clearing were going through the route of the trail in order to be able to find their way later. The campers were having supper at the moment, and Rose and Jenny had been left in charge.
They were there now. The dead end consisted of a lesser chamber in the depths of the mountain. The tunnel grew wider and became a circular room, where there lay pebbles and large crates of the floor.
She felt Harry's hand briefly brush hers as he went past her and into the room. He raised his muggle flashlight and shone on the smooth walls, where minerals were shimmering in thin patterns.
Laura placed her lantern on the floor. Hermione's cousin had been secretive and annoyingly happy all day, and she refused to talk for long with anyone except Madelyn. She knew they were planning something of their own.
"All, right, everyone", Laura said. Her voice echoed briefly off the walls. "If you would just gather here, I'll tell you about the spots where we'll be hiding."
She brought out a small chart from the pocket of her black woollen sweater. It was nothing more than a piece of paper with line with crosses on it and occasional scribbling, but Hermione reckoned it worked.
"Now, at the opening of the tunnel we'll have Grey. You'll be letting the campers into the mine, about three every five minutes. Then we have Will and Madelyn, who'll handle the fake-spider-webs and the eating noise. Next are Dudders and Piers - you'll breath down their necks and hiss. Sam and myself - the jumping-out-and-grabbing-one-of-them-part. Last are Harry and Hermione, who'll have to be creative since me and Madelyn couldn't figure out a fourth thing to do."
Hermione could have sworn she saw Laura wink at Madelyn after that last sentence.
~oOo~
That had been about four hours ago. At the beginning, Hermione had feared she and Harry wouldn't be able to pull their part off without giving themselves away, but after some pondering, it had been easily fixed. After all, they both WERE able to behave professional, weren't they?
Now they were all back in the dead end. The other leaders had come in from the opening after they'd cleaned out their paraphernalia from their places. The easiest way to go about it was of course to just go straight out of the tunnel, but Laura had insisted, and everyone knew not to argue.
She was nor carrying with her a large backpack, too. Hermione had no idea what it contained. But, once again they were assembled around Laura's lantern in the dead end chamber, and Hermione's cousin were insisting they'd all find a crate and sit down.
"I've brought food with me", she began. "None of us has had supper as of yet, and I figured we're all hungry by now."
She packed up from her bag some cold chicken, bread and water. They all ate with a good appetite, and when the plates were (figuratively) cleaned, Laura sat back and smiled. It was the widest smile she'd shown for the entire day (and the girl'd been smiling ALL day, like mentioned). Hermione was starting to worry.
"Now, when we've all been fed and such. Dudders - truth or dare?"
~oOo~
Dudley looked like he was under gun point. His gaze flew around the room nervously and eventually he managed to let out a choked:
"Truth."
Laura furrowed her brow.
"All right, then. Why've you been going around scratching your bottom every five steps for the past two days?"
Dudley turned as red as a fireman's-truck. He scratched his bottom again.
"I have an itch. It won't go away."
Laura shrugged.
"OK, your turn."
"Piers - truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Aww, you're no fun", Laura whined.
"What really happened between you and that Sophia George from Hill's Academy last year?"
Piers turned even redder than Dudley had.
"Um... wewenttothemovies", he mumbled.
Dudley seemed to have heard him, though, since he started rolling around of the floor, clutching his stomach and laughing.
"Sam."
"Dare", he answered boldly and shot Laura a look. She smiled at him.
"I dare you to kiss anyone of your choice in this chamber."
Hermione had to admit she was a little surprised at Piers' choice of task. But she also immediately understood who it was going to be performed on. Sam got up and crossed the circle, to where Laura was sitting. He then bent over, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her with a devotion Hermione was surprised to see. Previously to that minute, she had absolutely no idea that had been the case.
When he walked back to his seat Laura looked a bit flustered, but very pleased indeed. Sam smiled wider than Hermione'd ever seen him smile before. He exchanged a glance with Laura, who nodded.
"Harry."
"Truth."
Sam grinned and rubbed his hands together.
"I know you're in love. I want to know who with."
Hermione froze. It was over.
Harry laughed.
"Bad formulation of question, my friend. Yes, I am in love. She's a girl in my year from the same school as I. Gotcha!"
The whole circle stared at him. Laura tried to raise a protest, but no luck.
"Now, my turn", Harry said cunningly. "Grey."
"Truth."
"Is it true what I hear about you accidentally going into the wrong shower- room earlier this week. That you managed to flash yourself in front of fifteen girls in the shower?"
Grey didn't have the ability to say it. He just made a barely noticeable nod. The whole group fell into fits of laughter.
Grey gathered himself enough to corner Laura, who chose dare.
"Scratch Dudley's bottom."
Laura looked appalled. But she did it, alright. And Hermione knew she was next in turn. And that whatever she chose it would have to do with Harry.
The question wouldn't have any loop-holes this time, so Hermione found herself with no other choice than to pick dare.
Laura wriggled her eyebrows.
"Since I'm going to give you a choice on this one I'll whisper the two options to you, and then you'll just tell us the one you chose. The other task can remain a secret."
Laura's hands encircled Hermione's ear.
'I dare you to choose between these, and then perform the task: Either you French Harry, or you tell him how you feel about him.'
Hermione stared at her, but instantly knew what to chose. She got up from her crate and went over and kneeled before the one Harry was sitting at. She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him deeply. The only problem was, when two persons are used to kissing one another, it shows.
If Harry really HAD been as angry with her as they both played at, he would have stiffened when she kissed him. But no, of course neither he nor Hermione were THAT good actors. When she felt his tongue moving against hers, Hermione realised he'd give them both away within seconds. So she decided she'd finished her task and pulled away. Their eyes met and she knew he understood. The only question was: How many of the people in the chamber had grasped what was going on?
~oOo~
A/N: Short one, I know. And perhaps it sucked big time, too. But the ending was a good place to leave off.
When we get to the next chapter, about a week will have passed since they all played Truth or dare?. We'll find out exactly how many of the others who noticed Hermione's familiarity when kissing Harry, and their reactions to it. Revenge is sweet...
Do review.