Year 3, Disco Inferno

"I've got them!" panted Sirius, He had just run into the Three Broomsticks, his black hair all over the place, and a brown paper bag in his hand. Sirius took his scarf off and sat down at the crowded table.

"Are you pulling my leg?"

"Damn, Sirius"

"Where did you get them from?" Peter asked half scared, half in awe.

"Doesn't matter now," James cut in, "Show them to us, come on!"
Sirius looked around the room and cautiously opened the bag. Severus, the closest, peered inside.

"AAGH!" he cried. The stench of the chilies had punched him straight in the face, making his eyes water and his nose close up. "Oh, stop whining," James laughed. He shuffled closer to Sirius but was hit with the same power. "Crap! Were playing in the big leagues now."

"Well, are we going to do it or not?" asked Remus, arms crossed. This remark was so out-of-character, Sirius eyed him up and down. "Thought you said this was a whole complete pile of rubbish?"

"Yes, but someone needs to put you, babies, in place," Remus retorted.
"Yeah right, we'll see about that," he grinned.

A few minutes later, they had ordered 4 servings of mash potatoes, several glasses of Butterbeer, and a jug of milk.

"Ready?" challenged Sirius. The three nodded. Remus waved his wand, and a timer set to 30 seconds appeared in the middle of the food-filled table. It would start as soon as everyone had their chili in their mouth.

The challenge had originated from a Muggle-born Hufflepuff, who had gone to the Muggle U.S for the summer.

It consisted of eating the World's Hottest Chili, chewing it for 30 seconds, and then swallowing it. The challenge had taken Hogwarts by a storm, and James and Sirius needed to be the first ones to try it.

But this was a wizard's challenge now, and like always, wizards tend to make life harder for themselves than it already is.

"Gentlemen, I present to you the World's Hottest Chili; more precisely, the Grobby-Gog Diabo exported from the gardens of Castelobruxo."
Each boy took a chili from obscure looking paper bag, already feeling their palms burn with the chili's black leathery skin.

Hands trembling, they slowly dropped the chilies into their dry mouths. The timer went off with a bang, and the squad began to chew.

Severus was taken back on how mild it was. He expected it to be like his own little Disco Inferno inside his mouth, but in reality, it had the texture of chewing a dry paper ball. The others around them were having the same thoughts. Sirius nervously began to look inside the bag that was still in his hand.

"Dude, are you sure you weren't scammed?" asked Remus, his throat dry from all the chewing.

"I'm quite sure, paid quite a bit-

"NOT A SCAM! HOT!" screamed James, his eyes bloodshot, and his mouth sagging.

And Second 28 began. And so did the pain.

His mouth was in flames, every taste bud screaming in protest. His eyes had become blurry and short-sited. All he could hear were the screams and moans of his friends. An agonizing pain hit his head like a bullet, he could feel every pore in his face blistering itself.

A load beep rang and relieve filled Severus. He swallowed the Devil's creation, and he drank glasses of milk. But it came back, harder than ever. His throat screamed in protest, the chili running down it like hot butter, evaporating every blood cell it touched. Severus felt his lungs close up, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His heart pounding in his chest.

"Snow!" he heard someone wail, and the two brain cells left made him tumble up and skid out of the crowded pub. Sirius seemed to be in front of him, Remus behind. They crashed outside, swinging the pub doors, eyes closed in pain.

He felt his ankle twist, and Severus was lurched forwards, hitting the icy ground. Sense-less, just like a newborn puppy, he dragged himself on the snow, putting as much of it in his mouth. Snow filled his mouth, reducing the sting that could have easily beaten a wasp's.

Severus stayed on the icy ground, shoveling all he could reach into his desperate mouth, and it was several long minutes before he could stand up and go back inside. Shaken, he slightly opened the door, and very slowly crept in. Keeping his head low, he walked to their table. The three were back as well, all silent and looking at fixed places on the table. Severus sat down, trying to find the minuscule amount of dignity left in him.

They stayed sited, all thinking to themselves why they had to be so bloody retarded.

Severus's stomach now felt like it was eating itself, turning and twisting with every breath. The food laid untouched, but Severus knew he wouldn't be able to eat for days.

"hem, hem."

The three pale boys looked up at James, who had at last broken the shameful silence.

"I assume that all of us wish to keep this incident, to ourselves?"

"Yes." They all replied at once.

"Well then lads, let's get out of here before we embarrass ourselves any further."

Got the inspiration from Quora. Have you ever had a Disco Inferno experience?