They sat huddled in a circle, the plain walls of the Room of Requirement surrounding them, cushions under their butts. An innocent little game of Truth or Dare, that's all it was.

"Alright, Hermione, your turn," Parvati said, smiling mischeviously. "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Hermione said.

"Aw, c'mon, Mione, that takes the fun out of it!" Ron protested.

Hermione threw a nasty glare in his direction. "Fine," she sighed. "Dare."

Ron smirked successfully as Parvati leaned back on her arms, thinking up a Dare. Parvati's eyes scanned the room, resting for a moment on Harry, then scurrying back to Hermione. "Alright. Hermione, I dare you to kiss Harry. On the lips."

"H-Harry?" Hermione stammered. My best friend, Harry? She shrugged. Leaning over, she took Harry by the collar of his t-shirt and kissed him lightly on the lips. She felt her cheeks turn pink and immediately fell back onto her pillow, not caring to notice that Ron's ears had turned red.

"Hermione, you pick now."

Nodding, Hermione looked around the room. "Ron, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," he held.

"Hypocrite," she teased. With a smile, she said, "If you could spend one night with anyone in the world, no strings attached, who would it be?"

"Fleur," Ron said, not to anyone's surprise. A few people even laughed. "Hey…" he said, a tad offensively. "Let's see you come up with a better answer." He looked around the circle. "Fred, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," said Fred, coming as a shock to most. When questioning looks were thrown his way, Fred said, "I just want to prove I have a better answer than Ronald."

Ron glared at the use of his full name. "Alright," he said. "If you could spend a night with anyone… in this room… who?" He didn't want to make it the world, because he had a strong feeling Fred would slide out of it, use a made-up name or something.

Fred looked around. "Angelina."

Angelina blushed. "Great…" she said, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

Fred rolled his eyes. "It's true," he said, before continuing, "Harry, Truth or Dare?"

"I'll take a Dare," Harry said.

"Alright…" Fred looked around. "I dare you to kiss Ginny. On the lips. For ten seconds."

Ron glared at Fred. How dare he dare Harry to kiss their little sister like that? "Harry, you don't have to do it, you could always chicken out…"

"No, I'll do it," Harry said, knowing that Fred would come up with an even worse Dare if he didn't. He looked at Ginny. "That is, if she's willing."

Ginny blushed, but nodded uncertainly. Both stood, moving towards the middle of the circle. They had never kissed before, while, of course, they had kissed other people. The fifth-year girl looked at Harry, eyes wide, while the sixth-year touched her hand reassuringly. Leaning in, they stopped, barely two inches from each other. Harry closed the gap and kissed her. Ginny was timid for a moment, before melting into his kiss. They could both hear Fred counting in the background, but didn't know what number he was on.

"Ten!" Fred shouted. When they didn't stop, he yelled again, "I said, ten!"

This time, Harry heard it and immediately pulled away from Ginny, sitting back down on the cushion. He looked around the circle, noticing that Ron's ears were dangerously red, and that Hermione was avoiding his gaze. "Um… I think I'm going to go now," he said. Faking a yawn, he lied, "Awfully tired." He stood and went for the door. "G'night."

A chorus of 'good nights' rang through the room. As the door clicked shut, George looked mysteriously up at Ginny. "Gin-bin, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Ginny said, somewhat shaken. She wasn't planning on doing a Dare anytime soon, not after that.

"Did you like the kiss?"

Ginny looked to the ground. Timidly, she said, "Yes."

"Do you like Harry?" Hermione piped up, her voice a mixture of confusion and some other emotion no one quite knew. Jealousy, perhaps?

"That's not fair! One question at a time, Hermione!" Ginny said, quite defensively.

"Aww… c'mon, Ginny, Harry's gone, and we're not going to tell anyone."

Ginny pursed her lips stubbornly. "No. No, no, no, no, no!" She shook her head. "I won't!"

"Won't what?" The voice sent an icy chill throughout the room. Everyone turned to see the greasy-haired, blonde Slytherin stand before them.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron snarled.

"I was looking for a place to practice my dueling, but it seems this room's already in use. Dreadfully sorry," Malfoy sneered. "A pathetic little game of Truth or Dare, I see? Mind if I join you?"

"If it's so pathetic, why join?"

"Ron, calm down. Maybe we should let him join," Hermione said, an evil grin twisted on her face. "Sit down, Draco."

Everyone gaped at her. Was this seriously Hermione talking?

And did she just call him Draco?