Disclaimer: It's not mine. Well, the plot is. But the characters/setting, all that good stuff, is not. Alas....
Whoa, it's a little strange, but it was one of those ideas that you just have to write down, so I did, and one of my friends read it and liked it, so here you are!
Dancing in the Moonlight
I Dare You
She's just so pretty. I love watching her. Don't get me wrong, I'm not stalking her or anything. It's just, I can't stand not watching her.
It all started with Harry's dumb dare.
FLASHBACK
"So you do like her?"
"Yes!" I clamped a hand over my mouth several seconds too late.
"Ha!"
"Shove off."
"Jeepers, don't bite my head off."
"Well, you weren't supposed to know that!"
"I thought you said we told each other everything?"
"I hate you."
Harry grinned. "I've got a dare for you."
"Alright then."
"I dare you to go into the girls room at exactly 9:15."
"What!?"
"You heard me."
I know that this does not sound like a very impressive dare. You see, with me, Harry, Fred, George, Mum, Dad, Gin, Hermione, and the many guests here at Grimmauld Place, Mum wrote up a shower schedule. Isn't that stupid? It's the girls' fault, of course. Ginny takes 90 minutes in the bathroom and Mum and Hermione are no better. So, every night, at 8:00, Hermione takes her shower, and at 9:20, Ginny takes hers.
So, Harry has basically dared me to go see Hermione with little or no clothing on, which is why I was so outraged.
Of course, if I turn this down, Harry will sit here and tease me to no end for admitting that I lo-like Hermione.
At 9:15, I crept out of our room. Ginny was just closing the bathroom door behind her. I sneaked as quietly as I could down the hall. As I approached the girls' room, I heard music. It was some muggle band, I expect.
I closed my eyes, since Harry didn't specify how I went in, until I could only see through my eyelashes (so I didn't run into the door). I slowly turned the doorknob and opened my eyes wide at what I found inside.