"OVER MY DEAD BODY!"

Fred Weasley was forced to hold is arms up in defense of the ginger blur that came flying at him. His twin seized Ginny by the shoulders.

"Tut, tut, dear sister. These are the rules of the game. Now either you do the dare,"

"Or we'll have to ask you too give up one of your pieces of clothing."

"I'm only wearing jeans and a t-shirt!" Ginny spat furiously, struggling against her brothers strong grip.

"That's not our problem." The said in unison.

"You two are sick. Your own sister." Ginny groaned, shooting Fred a very Mrs. Weasley like glare. George let her go as he was now sure she would not throttle Fred.

"We do what we can."

As Ginny turned to walk out the portrait hole, she shot Ron, (Who was looking just as angry at his sister's task) a very angry glare.

"This is all your fault." She hissed through her teeth. The whole lot followed her to the portrait hole and out into the hallway. Conveniently, her target was standing just outside the hall.

Fred prodded her forward.

"Go on, sis." He muttered in her ear. "Show us that little actress we all know you are."

"Do you have to watch?" She hissed back. Fred and George nodded mutely, while Ron and Harry shook their heads madly, their eyes wide in terror of what they had to witness. Hermione just looked at Ginny with pity.

"Ok. Here go's." She breathed, and darted down the hall way. She stopped behind a tall, rather round brunette boy, who's back was too her. Wincing, she reached up and tapped him on the shoulder. Ron growled.

"We can't watch this." Harry and Ron said, going to climb back through the portrait hole. George sized them both by the collars, dragging them back.

"Oh yes you can." He muttered.

Neville turned around, his face slightly confused.

"Ginny?" He asked, backing up slightly at how close she was. "What are you doing out th is time of night?" Ginny took another step closer.

"I might ask you the same thing," She said in a rather high pitched voice. Neville swallowed hard.

"So, uh...what can I do for you?"

"Oh don't worry. I just came to...keep you company." She crooned, tossing her hair over her shoulder, still walking forward. Poor Neville had now backed up so far he was squished up against the wall. Fred and George where shaking with the effort of not screaming with laughter.

Neville was sweating slightly now.

"Gin? What's gotten into you?" He gasped, as she came to a stop, standing way to close for comfort. Ginny smirked. Inside, she was about to throw up.

"I'll tell you what's gotten in to me," She whispered. Screaming inside at how much she was going to kill Fred and George after this, she leaned in.

"Yes!" Fred and George high fived.

"Poor Neville." Hermione whispered. "He's going to be so confused. You guys are stupid jerks!" She smacked George and Fred upside the head before going back inside the common room. Ron put a hand to his mouth.

"I just saw tongue."

"It's part of the dare, Ron."

"I know, but she's...oh lord."

"Get your hands off her!" Harry hissed. Ron looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What? She's like a sister to me too!" He said defensively. Ron shrugged. When they looked back, they saw Ginny walking towards them, a stubborn smirk on her face, and a slightly punch drunk Neville wandering down the hallway in the opposite direction.

"There. I did it." She said. "I kissed Neville for 30 Seconds. And as I told him, if you speak a word of this dare to anyone, you will be very, very sorry."

Mouths slightly agape, the fur boys watched as Ginny sauntered past them and in to the portrait hole. Fred looked at George, an evil grin spreading across his face.

"Let the game begin."

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Thank you to all my reviewers! I'm glad your enoying the story! I need to ask something of you. If you have any ideas about dares our questions that the gang could pull on each other, please, PM me with your suggestions, because I have officially run out of ideas. Until next chapter...
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