"Truth or dare?" Lavender asked Parvati.
"Well, I've done dares the whole game, so truth," answered Parvati.
"Who was your first?"
Parvati blushed. "Dean Thomas," she muttered. "Hermione, truth or dare?" she asked quickly, before anyone could question her further.
Hermione thought for a moment. "Well, I've done truths the whole game, so dare," she replied with a grin, echoing what Parvati had answered earlier.
Parvati smiled, an evil smile that instantly made Hermione nervous. "I dare you to… seduce every boy in the school," she said.
"What?" demanded Hermione, paling. "Every boy in the school? You do realize there are over a thousand students here?"
"Oh, all right," said Parvati, while Lavender giggled, "just Ron."
She and Lavender giggled. Hermione felt sick to her stomach.
"Ron? Why Ron?" she asked quickly, trying not to make it too obvious that she had deep feelings for him.
"Is there something wrong, Hermione?" asked Parvati innocently. "Or would you rather take a chicken?"
Hermione shook her bushy head quickly. Taking a chicken meant that she would have to walk around the school all day the next day wearing nothing but a rubber chicken hat. "I can handle it," she said, trying to sound confident.
Hermione was terrified about her dare. She really did love Ron, but had no idea how to go about seducing him.
Then one night, she remembered a gift Ron had given her in their third year. It was a Chudley Cannons tee-shirt. It had been a bit large on her then, but she knew that it'd be extremely tight now. Which was probably a good thing, she thought as she slipped in on. Her bust was held tight by the snugness of the shirt. With this she put on the shortest jeans she had and slipped down to the common room, where—as she had known, seeing as it was very late and Quidditch practice had just ended and he was the only one who hadn't finished his homework—Ron was sitting by himself.
Before they started, Hermione cast a nonverbal shield charm in front of each of the dormitories so no one could leave, and put a nonverbal spell on the Fat Lady to put her in a deep sleep until Hermione lifted it. Ron didn't notice any of this; he was too absorbed with his work.
Hermione sat across from him. "Why don't you take a break from that essay?" she asked, intending to sound sexy but too scared to go through with that plan.
Ron stared at her like she had grown an extra head or something. "What?"
"I'll finish it for you tomorrow," she told him.
"Seriously, Hermione?" asked Ron gratefully, putting aside the parchment and quill. "You have got to be the most bloody brilliant witch I've ever met."
Hermione smiled. "Let's play a game, Ronald," she began. "You have to answer the question truthfully. First, what kind of features do you admire on the opposite sex? I'll go first…" she took a deep breath and said honestly, "I think gingers are incredibly sexy."
Ron's eyes widened. Hermione didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. "I… eyes," Ron stammered. "I like… chocolate colored eyes."
Hermione's heart was pounding. "What do you honestly think of me, right now?"
The ginger looked at her for a moment before acting on an impulse and kissing her. She returned it passionately, and they enjoyed a lovemaking session.
"I love you," Ron breathed to Hermione when it was over.
Hermione smiled. Those three words were the most beautiful words she had ever heard in her entire life. "I love you too, Ron," she murmured, before they fell asleep in each other's arms.
A/N: I was getting sick of this story, so I made it a oneshot with the parts I did like. Hope that's okay!
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