Okay, this is my first fic for Harry Potter. I didn't plan it out beforehand, so I don't know how it's going to be. AU story set in HBP.
DISCLAIMER: If I was J.K Rowling, would I be slaving away at a computer on a Wednesday morning. No, I would be living a life of luxury.
"I'm so bored!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing down her quill in exasperation.
"I know how you feel." Parvati heaved a sigh, and Lavender nodded fervently.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked.
"Mmmm?" Hermione hardly looked up from the Potions essay she was writing, stretched out on the floor.
"Know any muggle games we can play?"
"What's wrong with wizard games?" Hermione frowned, still scribbling away.
Lavender chipped in, "They're getting old."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and finally looked up. "Actually, I do know one."
The other three girls sat up straight, evidently interested.
"Well," Hermione continued, "You might have heard of it. It's called Truth or Dare."
Lavender and Parvati exchanged blank looks, but Ginny frowned as if trying to remember something.
"Isn't that the game you taught me to play over the summer?" Ginny cast her memory back a few months ago. Hermione nodded.
"Well, we don't know how to play it." Lavender reminded them.
"It's simple, really." Hermione said, "We'll go round the circle twice, once in each direction. Say if I dared Parvati to do something, she'd then dare Lavender, who'd dare Ginny, who'd dare me. If you're too scared or you can't physically do the dare, you can opt for truth, but you have to answer the question truthfully. Got it?" she finished.
Lavender and Parvati still looked a bit blank.
"Okay, fine." Hermione sighed, "I'll dare Ginny first."
Ginny sat up straighter. "Shoot."
"Ginny, truth or dare?"
"Dare." Ginny's eyes gleamed.
"Alright. I dare you to throw a glass of water in your boyfriend's face!" Hermione laughed.
"Dean?" Ginny looked over at her boyfriend and shrugged. "Okay."
She picked up a full glass from the table nearest them, walked straight up to her boyfriend with an evil grin very reminiscent of Fred and George, and threw the water straight at him. Spinning on her heel, she walked back to the others.
Dean was wiping the water from himself.
Seamus clapped him on the shoulder, sniggering. "They're playing truth or dare. Don't think anything of it."
"Right." Dean shook his head experimentally, and he saw Ginny shoot him an apologetic glance. "Dunno why she did it, though."
Ron joined in the conversation. "Ginny was taught by Fred and George. She'll do almost any dare."
Back in front of the common room fire, the game was continuing. "Okay, Lavender: Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Lavender. I dare you to put a mood charm on your hair." Ginny said.
"On my hair?" Lavender asked incredulously.
"Uh-huh. It'll change colour according to your mood."
"I know that!" Lavender snapped, muttering an inaudible incantation, and her hair changed to red.
Ginny laughed, "What's up, sister?"
Lavender's hair went redder.
"Uh…maybe red's anger." Parvati ventured delicately.
"I think you may be right." Said Hermione.
"Parvati: Truth or Dare?" Lavender asked through gritted teeth.
"Dare."
"I dare you to cartwheel around the common room." Lavender was still seething.
"But you know I can't cartwheel!" Parvati protested, eyes wide.
"You'll have to answer truth, then." Lavender gave a smug smile. "I've been wanting to know this for ages."
Parvati groaned.
"Who do you fancy?" Lavender burst out, her hair changing from red to yellow, which was presumably excitement.
Parvati looked nervous. Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes simultaneously.
"Okay then." Parvati took a deep breath, then whispered, "Seamus."
Lavender exploded into a fit of girly giggles, while Hermione and Ginny looked on in mild amusement.
"Now that we've got that off our chests…" Hermione prompted Parvati.
"Right." Said Parvati, recovering from her fit. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." Said Hermione.
"I dare you to throw your essay into the fire!"
Hermione looked at her half-finished potions essay, and shrugged. "It's only my rough copy anyway." She commented, throwing it into the flames. When she turned around, Lavender and Parvati were gaping at her.
"What?" she asked defensively.
"A rough copy?" Lavender asked.
"Yeah. Got a problem?"
Lavender didn't answer, but her hair had the faintest tinge of red once again.
"Parvati. Truth or dare?" Hermione turned her attention.
"Dare."
"Alright. I dare you to ask Seamus out."
"Why?" Parvati looked scandalised.
"So I won't have to hear about how much you fancy him for the next six months."
Hermione gave Parvati a challenging look. Seeing this, she got up, squared her shoulders, and walked over to Seamus.
She came back a few minutes later.
"Well?" Lavender shook her best friend's arm.
"He said no." Parvati said dully.
Hermione had to stuff her knuckles in her mouth to stop herself laughing.
Lavender glared at her, hair bright red. "It's not funny!" she declared hotly.
Hermione removed her hand. "Oh no." she giggled, "Not funny at all. Absolutely not…there's nothing to laugh at."
Ginny grinned.
"Right. Lavender, truth or dare?" Parvati asked her friend.
"Dare." Lavender's hair was going yellow again.
"I dare you to…paint Harry's nails pink!" she said in a stage whisper.
"Deal." She said. "Oh, and my dare to Ginny is to apply make-up to him."
Ginny laughed at this. "Let's go!"
So that is how, five minutes later, Harry lay on a table, hog-tied, and with Duct Tape over his mouth. Seeing the girls coming, with identical evil looks, he had run, only to be caught by Lavender's tripping jinx, and roped by Ginny's conjuring skills. No-one dared help him, besides, it was hilarious to see the girls brandishing nail polish, mascara, and anything they could get their hands on.
"Lipstick." Ginny remembered. Lavender handed her some.
Ginny looked at Harry. "We'll have to take the tape off really quickly, then put it back on again.
She ripped the tape off his mouth, and started rapidly applying the lipstick. It was made a whole lot harder by Harry's shouts for help.
"This. Lipstick. Smells. Like. Sh-" Ginny quickly clamped the Duct Tape back over his mouth before he could finish.
"Okay." She said, standing up and dusting off her hands. She walked over to Hermione. "Truth or dare?" she asked quietly.
"Dare."
Ginny cast her eyes around the room, evidently thinking of a good dare. "I dare you to…" her face suddenly lit up. "Kiss Ron." She whispered in Hermione's ear.
Hermione's jaw almost dropped off.
"What?" she choked.
"Kiss Ron." Ginny repeated quietly. "Properly."
"Why?"
"We all know you like him." Ginny raised her eyebrows suggestively, "And you must be blind if you haven't noticed he likes you too. Why do you think you two argue so often?"
"Because he's annoying?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"No." Ginny rolled her eyes, "Because it's obviously you wanting each other's attention."
Hermione stayed rooted to the spot, going a fiery pink.
"Unless you're too scared?" Ginny teased gently.
"I'm not too scared!" she whispered loudly.
"Then prove it." Ginny smiled, indicating her brother.
"Fine! I will!" Hermione said.
She threw one look at Ginny over her shoulder, who just grinned, and marched over to where Ron was standing. He backed away slightly, fearing a slap or some harsh words.
"What've I done now, Hermione?" he asked fearfully.
They had the whole room's attention. Everyone loved watching the daily fight, just to see how many it would take before they realised what was in front of them.
Hermione grabbed hold of Ron's robes, pulling his head level with hers, and suddenly crashed her lips into his. The common room exploded into cheers. As Ron got over his shock and began to kiss Hermione back, Ginny walked over to Harry and held out her hand.
"I win." She declared. "Hand it over."
She untied Harry with a wave of her wand, and he reluctantly dug into his pocket and handed over ten galleons.
"Cheers." She said, pocketing it. Harry ripped the tape off his mouth, grinning nevertheless.
Hermione, meanwhile, was still kissing Ron, and had been amazed to find him kissing her back. So, instead of pulling away like she'd originally planned, she deepened the kiss for a few seconds, then pulled back, releasing his robes.
Ron just stood there, looking incapable of moving.
"Ron?" Hermione asked.
Ron's eyes rolled back into his head, and he fainted.
Ginny, laughing hard, pulled Hermione upstairs, no doubt to talk to her about what had happened, and maybe to demonstrate the victory dance she was going to show Harry later that evening.
You like?
I wrote it in a bit of a hurry because I won't be home for a few days so sorry if it seems rushed.
On another note, who's looking forward to the real deal in July? They had better not mess it up, or I will actually burn down WB headquarters.
Reviews are love!