"What do we do for the next... twelve hours?"
"Dunno. You think of something."
Ginny smiled. "I think I may have a few ideas"
"So, remind me, how does this go again?"
Ginny sighed. "I've explained this explicitly already.
"Yeah, but a few of the intricacies have chosen this moment to swiftly escape the depths of my mind."
Ginny snorted.
"That was most unladylike."
"That's good then. I'm not a lady."
They were sitting, crosslegged, as best they could, a large bottle of Butterbeer between them. The conditions were such that Ginny was almost on Harry's lap, but they had to make do with the situation.
"..."
"Fine then. As you already know, we'd usually use firewhiskey--"
"—but we're two hormonal teenagers of the opposite sex confined in a small space with nothing to do, so it's best we don't get off our faces. Right."
"Right. I ask a question, or rather, make a comment beginning with the phrase 'I've Never'--"
"—and if it's a lie then we take a swig. Right."
"Right. That's about it, really. You wanna go first?"
"Nope, you'd better. You probably have better questions than me."
"Remind me again, why am I doing this?"
"You were bored; I was bored; we decided to do something fun."
"Fun?"
"It was your idea!"
"You made me think up something!"
"Let's not argue- please? Besides, we may learn something from this experience."
"Maybe."
"..."
"Huh?"
"You're turn first."
"Oh. Ok then."
"..."
"Hmm... let's see... I've never dated someone out of pity."
One swig. Two shocked faces.
"Who?"
"Michael Corner. I thought you would've... the whole Cho fiasco..."
"As hard as it is to believe, I actually liked her at the time."
"Ergh. Anyway, your turn."
"Umm..."
"Waiting..."
"All right then. I've never kissed someone of my own sex."
Two swigs. Two shocked faces.
"Harry!"
"Ginny!"
"I did have a Godfather, you know."
"That doesn't count!"
"Well, sorry then, I should have specified. Who was yours?"
"Great Auntie Muriel."
"You're blushing. That and your earlier response tell me not to believe you."
"What is this, Truth or Dare?"
"No, but that's an idea."
"Let's finish this game first, shall we?"
"Your turn."
"I've never had sex."
No swigs. One shocked face.
"I thought you would've...I mean to say, you're an eighteen and male..."
"When? Last year, when I was chasing after those horcruxes? The year before, when I was with you? Or did you think perhaps with Cho?"
"I... I didn't... You didn't... Not even a one-night stand?"
"Nope."
"Oh. Ok then."
"You sound surprised."
"Oh... I'm not... not really... I didn't think..."
"You didn't."
"..."
"My turn, then. I've never dumped someone."
Two swigs. No surprises there.
"Boring- that was a pointless one. You know that you've dumped me and I've dumped Dean."
"I couldn't think of anything. You try, 'Miss Weasley', to think of something worthy of approval."
"Um..."
"Yes?"
"It's hard, okay? Give me a minute will ya?
"As you wish."
"..."
"..."
"I've never fallen in love with a fictional character."
One swig. Two shocked faces.
"Who?"
"Will Darcy, if you must know. From Pride and Prejudice."
"But that's a muggle book!"
"No its not- how do you think a female became a best seller in the early nineteenth century."
"I thought she wrote under a male alias."
"Muggle stories, made up by wizards to disguise the truth. Frankly I'm surprised you've never fallen in love with someone who wasn't real."
"Not me- I was never really that much into books; Dudley didn't read much and the Dursleys weren't exactly jumping to buy me any. No movies either- I never saw very many. A few of the actors were pretty hot though, in retrospect."
"Harry!"
"What?"
"..."
"What?"
"Nothing. Your turn."
"Nah, I can't think of anything- your last one was pretty good, you do one for us."
"If you insist..."
"I do."
"Harry, please don't say that when I'm in a very small room with you."
"As you wish."
"What's gotten into you?!"
"For Merlin's sake Ginny just think up a bloody 'I never'."
"Temper, temper."
"Ginny..."
"Fine then. I've never... performed an Unforgivable."
She did not know why she had said it, of all things, but as she saw the glass being raised slowly to his lips, she had to stop him.
"No, Harry. You don't have to answer that one. It was stupid."
"No it wasn't. It was very good. Not perhaps the most sensitive thing you've ever said, but rather interesting. I'm taking it that you haven't?"
"Merlin, no. When... who...which... did you..."
"When? The war, when else? A little before that too. Who? Too many; far too many. A few death eaters a goblin... Which ones? Imperius... except once... I used the..."
"No... Harry... really... stop, I don't need to know." There were tears in her eyes, and her voice was soft.
"Do you want to, though?" His voice matched hers.
"I don't know... no, I don't... but I do... oh, Harry."
"It's alright- I understand. Don't sweat it."
"But I don't understand."
"And I for one would rather it would stay that way."
Ginny ducked her head in reply.
"We're not playing this 'I never' game anymore, are we."
"No."
"Damn."
"We couldn't play it without using more magic, anyhow."
"Why not?"
"We've run out of Butterbeer."
Review, if you please- it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Sorry this one's short, but since this kind of story is so easy to write I should be able to post more often. I'm actually rather enjoying myself. Anywho, review; alerts are good too! I love you all!
Bree
