Tess: I get to write this little intro thing. We finally wrote a story together. Everybody has to write a Truth or Dare fic and this is ours. We're doing this in response to PlanetKiller's birthday challenge. So far it's only two chapters, but expect more. We're not sure when her b-day is so the first chapter will be uploaded on LB's and the second on mine. The first will be uploaded at roughly 11:45 Feb. 5th. The second will be uploaded at 12:15 Feb. 6th. It'll take us a bit to update b/c we're doing it together. If a plot bunny attacks, I write a scene then give it to LB to rewrite so it sounds like the rest of this. And I go over all his stuff to tell him if a girl would say it. This will become a Ginny/Draco thing.

DISCLAIMER: We don't own Harry Potter or any character, places, or trademarks licensed therein. They are the exclusive property of J.K. Rowling, her mangers, agents, lawyers, and publishers as well as Warner Brothers.

It was very late when everybody assembled in the Common Room. We had been planning this for weeks. Several people were supposed to ask their friends in other Houses to come for a sleep over in Gryffindor tower; then, we were to head to the Common Room for everyone's favorite game: Truth or Dare.

Not that it's my favorite game. I personally hate Truth or Dare. It's an excuse to make other people do things that you want to do...if you were drunk, of course. But everybody else wanted to do it so I came along for the ride. It's 12:05 and we're still waiting for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Personally, I want them to take their sweet time. Well, I did. Then, Neville found an empty butterbeer bottle and suggested we play everybody's second favorite game until they showed up.

"I'll go see what's taking them so long," I said dashing towards the boys dorms. I slowly ascended the stairs dreading what was coming if I found them. When I finally reached the door, I knocked softly; half-hoping no one would hear it; half-hoping someone would.

"Come in!" Hermione called sounding rather exasperated. I entered timidly. Harry and Hermione were trying to pull someone who was obviously my brother out of bed. He had the blanket pulledall the way up, but his trademark red hair was still visible.

"What's going on?" I asked bemused.

"Ron won't come down," Harry said, punctuating each word with a tug on Ron's hand.

"You just aren't using the right tactic." For the record, I don't know why Mom calls it my Fred and George grin. It doesn't look anything like the twins'.

It was a very simple matter to get Ron up. If you know what you're doing that is. It's a very simple spell to cast. I pulled my wand out and pointed it at Ron before muttering under my breath. I was rewarded with a particularly horrified shriek as he sat straight up in bed.

"SPIDERS! SPIDERS! GET 'EM OFF ME! GET 'EM OFF ME!" he shrieked as he began to swat at the hundreds of tiny spiders covering his body. For the record, they were completely harmless. I think. With a wave of my wand, all the spiders disappeared and Harry and Hermione were able to grab Ron. As they began dragging him to the door, he came out of his shock.

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"If you three don't come down, I'm going to be forced to play Spin the Bottle." Though I said it nonchalantly, I knew what my brother's response was going to be. His entire face turned a violent shade of red that matched our hair. He shrugged Harry and Hermione off him.

"I think I can walk myself down there, thank you." With that Ron walked off muttering about kissing and little sisters. I'm pretty sure the word "kill" was mentioned more than once. But before I could remind him how old I was, we reached the Common Room.

"AHHHHHHHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES! I'M BLIND!" I shrieked. Who did I spy? None other than Hufflepuff prefects Hannah Abbot and Ernie MacMillian, and they weren't kissing. They were full frontal snogging. They didn't even look up at my screams of pain. Everyone else did. "All right then, what do you say we do this?" I said sitting down trying to cover my embarrassment. Maybe I'm more like the twins than I thought.

Tess: R R or I'll sick a crumple-horned snorack on you.