Disclaimer: Characters and setting belong to JK Rowling and her publishers; crazy plot and unrecognizable characters are mine.

A/N:  This started out as a cookie series in a D/hr ficlet thread in Fiction Alley Park. Here is the link to that thread:  

http://www.fictionalley.org/fictionalleypark/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=23174

This cookie series is still in progress. Check out updates here and over there at Fiction Alley Park. And yeah, my penname is queen of slytherin over at FA Park.

~ Crushing on You ~

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"Truth or dare?" Ginny asked Hermione with mischievously glittering eyes. The other Gryffindor girls looked at Hermione with the curious and teasing gazes.

Hermione almost wished they didn't have this slumber party here in the girls' dorms. Who would have thought they would end up playing silly games such as this? For the past hour she had seen Angelina steal a pair of Fred's boxers; she had seen how Parvati blushed like a ripe tomato when she finally admitted that she had a crush on Terry Boot; she had seen Mia flash her arse for a couple of seconds. Hermione had seen enough silliness in the past hour to last her a lifetime. But then again, she had to admit that it was fun.

Hermione tilted her head while she pondered for a moment over the choices. Then she made up her mind. "Truth," she said confidently. She wouldn't choose dare—oh no, never. She didn't want to end up doing something that was surely humiliating.

"Okay, truth. Nice choice," Ginny said. She bit her lower lip, her forehead furrowed in deep thought. And then she smiled wickedly "Hermione, I'm going to ask you who your crush is among the boys here in Hogwarts. But don't worry.  You don't have to name names. Just tell me if he is a brunet or redhead."

The other girls squealed in delight. Then they were whistling and catcalling.

Hermione was stumped. She knew what Ginny was trying to get her to admit. Ginny wanted her to admit to every Gryffindor girl from fourth to seventh year, even in just a vague way, that she liked Ron.

The only male redheads in the school were the Weasley boys. Fred and George were both taken by Angelina and Katie, respectively. And it was common knowledge how Hermione could hardly stand the twins with all their incessant pranks. Thus that left Ron. And Hermione did have a crush on Ron, damn it.

Her eyes narrowed at Ginny. The fiery redhead was her closest female friend, and Hermione loved her very much…but sometimes, Ginny could be very naughty and sly like Fred and George.

Ha, two could play this game.

"Neither. He's blond." Hermione answered with all innocence. She tried very hard not to smile.

Ginny's eyes grew wide with surprise. "What?"

The rest of the girls gasped in surprise as well.

'Haha, gotcha,' Hermione thought triumphantly.

"What kind of blond, Hermione? Not sandy-blond, by any chance?" Lavender piped up, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Oops. Of course, Lavender was always possessive when it came to Seamus.

Hermione shook her head reassuringly. "No, not sandy-blond. Don't worry, Lavender," she said while stifling her laughter.

"What kind of blond, then?" Lavender persisted.

Hermione sighed inwardly. This girl was not only possessive—she was insanely jealous. 

"It's platinum blond, okay?" Hermione blurted out the first kind of blond which popped up in her mind.

All other girls stared at Hermione with their jaws hanging open. At first she tried to ignore it, but she found it annoying and disconcerting.

"What?" Hermione asked, irritated.

"Platinum blond?" Stella squeaked. "You said platinum blond!" She even pointed at Hermione for emphasis.

"Yeah, so what?" Hermione said rather snappishly. But her stomach started to twist painfully when slowly, the implication of her answer dawned on her.

There were a number of male blonds in Hogwarts. But there was only one platinum blond.

Draco Malfoy.

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