AN: No Twincest -If that's what you're looking for- ^-^ Sorry! Oh, and in my book, Dumbledore and Snape are both alive. I just can't kill them off, now can I? Ha, and Umbridge can suck my nut, because she obviously isn't in here ;D

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Harry Potter, unless some bizarre occurrence makes me the heir.

Chapter One: It Was Just The Beginning.

It was a night he was going to regret, and he knew it. Playing Truth or Dare was never his strong point. He knew bad things always happened to him whenever he played, especially when he played with these people.

Fred Weasley was one made to play games. He was good at them, but he was nothing without his twin brother George. They, by far, had made the most bizarre history in the wizarding community in London. By opening their own shop, Weasley's Wizards Wheezes, they have gained far more attention than they should have. Both loved to play pranks, but one was about to go a little too far.

At the perfect age of 18 and in their final year of schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they decided to have a little more fun with their last few days with the people they were going to hardly ever see any more.

Fred had planned a small party, although it was more of a get-together, with mainly other 7th years. There were a few exceptions of course. Their younger brother, Ron, was invited because he kept throwing a hissy fit, and since Ron was going, his two best friends were expected (and welcomed more than he was) to the get together; the world-famous (amongst the wizarding world) Harry Potter and the extremely (almost scary) bright Hermione Granger.

Fred had spent a total of 3 weeks planning his party. And the night had finally come.

At about 9 P.M., Fred snuck into the Room of Requirement, which was where he was going to hold it. He elaborated it, making it surprisingly incredible. The walls were gold and yellow, typical for a Gryffindor, and there were 3 circular tables with 4 chairs each. He knew for a fact he wasn't going to need that many, but when it came to his friends, they were bound to be used as a make-shift item for one of their shenanigans.

10:03 P.M. No one had shown up yet. Fred was getting worried. The party invitations said 10:00. Sure it was a mere 3 minutes, but for some odd reason Fred freaked. Just as he was about to throw a tantrum (and most likely burst into tears), someone had knocked on the door.

Fred went to the door to find Ron and Harry.

"You're 15 minutes late!" Fred yelled.

"Late? There's no one here..," muttered Ron.

Fred, already frustrated, smacked Ron on the back of the neck, making Ron fall. Harry couldn't help but snicker.

"What was that for?" Ron questioned with narrowed eyes.

"For not bringing Hermione with you."

"She's back in the common room getting ready. Apparently Angelina wanted to help her with her so called 'hair,'" Harry explained.

"Oh… Uh, okay."

"Why do you care?"

"Oh, nothing… It's nothing okay?"

"Hell, don't get your knickers in a twist," Ron blurted.

At that moment, another knock on the door came. Why they didn't just come in, Fred didn't know why, but for some reason they didn't. When Fred opened the door, he was greeted by a smiling Angelina, who was wearing a nice top and jean shorts that went to her mid-thigh. She hugged Fred and looked back at the door.

"Come in 'Mione!" she said.

"No! They're going to laugh at me," Hermione argued.

Angelina laughed and went to drag Hermione into the room. Gasps escaped all three boys' mouths.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Your hair! It's so straight! It's so not… Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.

"I think it looks gratifyingly beautiful, Hermione," Harry complimented with a wink.

"Thank you, Harry," Hermione managed to say while blushing furiously.

Fred just stood leaning against the door gawking at Hermione. He knew he had a crush on her but this just brought it over the top. With the mix of what she was wearing, a very complimenting pink and green sundress, and her hair, he realized what he thought of her was much more. He was so profusely lost in thought that he didn't realize his best friend Lee Jordan come in with Katie Bell.

"What? Cat got your tongue, Fred?" Lee joked. "Oh yeah, George can't make it tonight. Got a nasty case of the stomach flu, he does," and at that moment, Lee turned to see Hermione. "Wow, Hermione! I didn't know your hair was capable of doing that." And so Lee went to join the other two talking to Hermione.

Katie looked at Fred with a smirk, one unknown by most Gryffindor. "Hey, Fred. Can I talk to you?"

"Uhm… Yeah," he replied while snapping out of his trance. They went into a separate room that appeared in the left corner of the room. Ahh, the wonders of the Room of Requirement. As the two walked in, Katie locked the door and pounced on a very unexpected Fred.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Fred screamed. He tried to get out of her grasp but she had pinned him to the ground. 'Darn Quidditch players,' he thought. "What do you want?"

"I know you like her," Katie bragged. Fred just rolled his eyes at the sudden comment.

"I have know idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, don't play dumb. I know you fancy Hermione. I've known since the first time you laid eyes on her. Don't deny it either. Why don't you just admit it?"

He knew it too. But even he didn't think it was that obvious. "How did you know?"

"Well, while I was growing up, I noticed a few things from boys. And I tied them with the gossip I heard about them. I was always a very good observer, you see, and well… Everything leads to you liking Hermione. It's okay though, I won't tell a soul," she put her finger to her heart and made a cross-like motion across it. "But tell me, are you going to tell dear Georgie?"

Right then and there, Fred sat up making Katie fall.

"Wait? Why would I tell George?" he asked while it was his turn to pin her to the ground.

"I just thought… you know.." she managed to pant out. "Oh God, Fred! You're heavy! Get off of me!"

"Not until-" Fred never got to finish that sentence. Hermione had opened the door and him on top of her. Hermione blasted out of the room and ran and ran, and ran.

Oh man, she surely did run. For some reason, she didn't know why she was hurting inside. She felt like crying, and just going into a corner to bawl her eyes out.