Mcgonagall: Ooh, this is splashing! I like it I like it, I.... LIKE IT!
(starts dancing too and both dance their way out of the room)
George: My turn, Harry, truth or dare?
Harry: I think I will take dare.
George: Hehehe...
Harry: I'm not gonna like this!
George: Hehehe...
Fred: Hurry up, we don't have all day!
George: Hehehe...
Ron: George, are in there?
George: Hehehe...
Hermione: Uh-oh, we got a problem here.
George: Hehehe...
(turns into the Joker and all of them scream)
All: HEELLPP!
George/Joker: Hehehe...
(crashes out of the common room)
Fred: HO, I better go and check on him... you three carry on...
(leaves after George who's laughing like a lunatic)
*Author: As you can guess, the three of them left, let's see... it's only PG, k?*
Harry: It is my turn right?
Ron: I will take you on, how about... (glances around the empty common room) since we are the only ones here...take TWO things off, shoes not accepted!
Harry: Mad...
(think for a moment)
Harry: Hmmm...
(pulls off his socks)
Harry: Er... I know!
(takes off his spectacles)
Ron: *BORING!*
Hermione: Shush!
Harry: Hermione, truth or dare?
Hermione: Truth?
Harry: Do you like me?
Hermione: NOT AGAIN! I WON'T ANSWER!
(hits him with a pillow)
Harry: Ow!
(tries to pounce on her, but he's not wearing his glasses... so...)
Ron: THAT HURTS! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!
(aims for Harry but misses, Harry's got his glasses back on, he ducks)
Hermione: GET OFF ME, YOU PERVERT!
(whacks Ron on the head and feathers come out from the pillow, Harry sneezes)
Harry: Excuse me... WHOA!
(Hermione pushes Ron off her with such force that Ron staggered into Harry)
Harry: WATCH IT!
(Harry trips over Ron, who grabs Hermione's jeans for support, all three land in a heap)
Hermione: Well, what do you know?
Harry: Er...
Fred: Yeah, the leggings of your jeans are torn, showing your great legs.
(Fred has come back)
Hermione: What the ...? You -
(tries to go for Fred but Harry grabs her in time by the arms)
Harry: Come on... we don't want that...
(pushes Hermione onto the couch)
Hermione: Now my pants are ruined...
(Harry sits beside her)
Harry: Let's continue, Fred, something off!
(Fred ponders and ponders... finally, goes behind the couch)
Fred: Done!
(He has taken out his underwear, but still wearing his jeans, I'm not SO dirty-minded!)
Hermione: I'm gonna get sore eyes tomorrow...
(she and Harry turns to each other at the same time, accidentally, their lips met... and turns into a kiss)
Fred: That's all folks!
Author: Hope you liked that! I couldn't think of anything else, so I decided to end it!