Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of the characters metioned in this story. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, whom I do not claim to be.

Warning: FEMMESLASH. If you don't like that, I wouldn't recommend that you read this. Rated T for now, but there may be smut in later chapters, I haven't decided.

A/N: So... yeah, my sad attempt at Ginny/Hermione. I'll say it's set when Hermione's in 5th year and Ginny's in 4th, but that doesn't really matter to the story, and none of the events involving Voldemort's return or Umbridge and all that will be mentioned, so a bit AU, I suppose. Also, I know the whole "truth or dare" thing is incredibly cliche, but it seemed like a good way to start this story, so... yeah. Umm... I'm probably forgetting something, but whatever. Enjoy!

"C'mon, Hermione, it'll take you all of two minutes to do it, while it would take Harry and me twenty."

I sighed. "Ron, if I do your homework for you, you won't learn anything," I explained for what felt like the thousandth time.

"And d'you really think we would learn anything from Divination anyway?" Ron protested.

I bit my lip—he did have me there. Just then, however, the portrait hole swung open, saving me from replying. In walked Ginny Weasley, her fiery red hair wet and plastered to her face.

"H-hey, Gin, where've you been?" asked Harry, obviously trying to sound casual. I rolled my eyes. It was so obvious that he had a crush on her, but Ginny didn't seem to notice, or, for that matter, care. Actually, I wasn't entirely sure if Harry himself had realized his feelings for Ginny yet.

"Well, I spent an hour in the shower trying to scrub the mud off of me after someone," — she glared at Harry, who shrunk back, ashamed— "made us have a two-hour Quidditch practice in the rain."

I dismissed the feeling I got when she said "shower", it was probably nothing.

"Do you want to play some Exploding Snap with us?" I asked Ginny, who looked like she really needed to have some fun after the long practice. "After I finish helping these two with their homework, of course," I added begrudgingly.

"You're the best, 'Mione!" Ron said earnestly as he and Harry sandwiched me into a hug.

I sighed and gave them a reluctant smile. "So, Ginny, what d'you say?"

"Exploding Snap is boring, why don't we play something different?" A glint appeared in Ginny's eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched up into a mischevious smile. "Why don't we play truth or dare!"

"Ooooh, I haven't played that in ages!" I exclaimed, remembering all the Muggle games I had played back in elementary school.

Harry nodded enthusiastically, but Ron just looked confused.

"The hell is that?"

Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother's complete lack of Muggle knowledge. "It's a muggle game; Hannah Abbott told me about it."

She explained the rules to Ron, who shrugged indifferently. "Sure, why not?"

"Great!" Ginny chirped cheerfully. "I'll get the Firewhiskey and Veritaserum; you three round up some people to play!"

I gulped "V-Verita-," but she was already out the door. This was going to be very different from the game I had played years ago.

Half and hour later, and we were all sitting in a circle in the Gryffindor common room. Harry, Ron, and I had managed to round up a pretty large group of people: Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, Katie Bell, Dean Thomas, Cho Chang, Seamus Finnegan, Parvati Patil, Alecia Spinnet, Ernie MacMillan, and Luna Lovegood. Ginny had even wanted to invite some of the Slytherins, but Ron adamantly refused to play if she did.

Ginny, who had just ran in with two bottles of Firewhiskey, a couple vials of Veritaserum, and her shirt half-ripped (I didn't even want to know how that happened) was explaining the rules of the game to everyone.

"... and then you have to take a shot and answer the question, the Veritaserum will stop you from lying."

I marveled at Ginny's fiery spirit as she doled the Firewhiskey, mixed with a drop of Veritaserum, into shotglasses and cast a self-refilling charm on them; she just never seemed to run out of energy.

"So," Ginny was saying with a grin. "Who wants to go first?"

There was an awkward silence as everyone looked around the room. No one spoke for a few seconds, until,

"I'll go," said a dreamy voice. Thirteen heads spun around to looke at Luna Lovegood, a subtle smile playing across her lips.

Ginny clapped her hands together. "Brilliant! Okay, Luna, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Luna answered, taking the shot out of Ginny's outstretched hand and downing it with a slight giggle.

"Alright," said Ginny, pausing to think for a moment. "Umm... okay, who was your first time with?"

A few people made sexual noises, and Lavender and Parvati let out a chorus of "ooooooh"s, but Luna didn't seem fazed. Then again, I suppose nothing really fazed Luna.

"My first time was with Dean Thomas in the broom cupboard on the fourth floor corridor," she said with complete nonchalance.

Dean blushed, and everybody looked shocked. But one person seemed more taken aback by this news than everyone else— Cho let out an affronted shriek and stormed out of the room, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. I couldn't help but notice, however, that as she left, the jealous, pained look in her eyes was focused on Dean, not Luna. I realized that maybe there was more to Cho Chang than I thought there was.

Ginny cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Erm... well... let's just... carry on with the game, then. Luna, you choose who goes next."

"Alright," Luna said with a serene smile. "Ron, truth or dare?"

Ron blushed furiously, and I wondered if Cho wasn't the only one with a bit of a crush on Luna. "Umm... dare!" he said confidently, possibly trying to impress Luna.

"Okay," said Luna. "Show us your best Marwiffle-banishing dance."

"My- Mar- what?" he asked incredulously?

I rolled my eyes. "Marwiffles are little fuzzy creatures that are supposedly found on mountain peaks," I said. "They're fangs are said to be deadly. But they're not real. Anyway, old legends say that you could vanish them by... umm..." I felt my cheeks flush. "Well, you're supposed to umm... take your clothes off and wave your arms a bit, but it's a stupid legend, really."

Ron's eyes widened. "Are you saying I have to-"

"Strip for us, Weasley!" Seamus finished with a taunting grin.

Ron gulped, before standing up and slowly undressing.

The next five minutes were the strangest of my life. It was all sort of an exposed blur of Firewhiskey, wolf-whistling, and exposed genetalia.

Half an hour later, we were all drunk off our asses.

"Okay..." giggled Parvati. "Okay, Alecia, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Alecia said with a grin.

"Alright," Parvati said. "Umm... who do you like?"

Everyone was too drunk to realize that this was the most cliche question ever asked in truth or dare.

Alecia downed what must've been her fourth or fifth shot.

"Katie," she said immediately. "Oh— shit! I-"

But whatever she was about to say was interrupted by Katie reaching up and passionately pressing her lips against Alecia's. Alecia looked surprised at first, but after a second, she pressed herself into the kiss with all she had. The entire common room, even those who weren't playing, erupted into cheers.

When they finally broke apart, Katie grinned. "I've wanted nothing more than to hear you say that since the day I met you," she confessed.

With a look of ecstatic serenity on her face, Alecia took Katie's hand and led her up to the dormitories.

The rest of the night went on the same way, until it was Lavender's turn.

"T-truth or dare, Ginny?" she asked drunkenly.

"Dare," Ginny answered, to no one's surprise.

"Okay," said Lavender with a malicious grin. "I dare you to make out with any girl in the room."

And then, before I could even process what was happening, Ginny's lips were pressed against mine. My head was spinning, and, without knowing what I was doing, I kissed her back. I felt like my senses were multiplied by a thousand, and it was more than Firewhiskey could do, and it was perfect, and I just wanted to stay in that moment forever.

But then, that one part of my brain, the logical part that was still sober, realized what was actually happening, and everything else seemed to snap back into focus, and I could hear everyone in the background laughing, clapping, whistling. And I realized that this didn't mean anything. I didn't want it to mean anything, of course; I was straight for Merlin's sake! Wasn't I? Of course I was. And this was just a dare. And, tomorrow morning, I would wake up and I probably wouldn't remember anything.

But right now I had this moment, and I kissed her with all I had, until she finally pulled away.

So the night went on, and no one said anything about it, but there was still something in the back of my brain that said I wouldn't forget this.

Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! It's not my best work, but I really enjoy writing this! I'll try to update at least once a week, but no promises. The rest of the story will of course focus more on Ginny and Hermione, but I think I might write a little bit more about the other characters' relationships; tell me if you want me to in your reviews *cough cough hint hint* ;D Also, constructive criticism is much appreciated, but do try to go easy on me!