A/N: Sorry the first chapter wasn't amazing, maybe a little immature. For those who thought that the first chapter was little-kid-ish, I apologize. Hopefully this chapter is better.

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"What have you done so far?" Draco sneered.

"Nothing big," George said. "Didn't want to freak out the younger ones." He nodded his head in Colin Creevey's direction.

"Hey!" Colin piped up. "I'm just as old as Ginny, and she had to kiss Harry."

"Kiss?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"Afraid so, Malfoy," Fred put in. "But if you want to make it more interesting, why don't you pick?"

"Alright," said Malfoy. "Weasley, I dare you to undress Granger, blindfolded." When people looked at him with suspicion, he said, "We're changing it to Dare or Dare, alright? None of this Truth rubbish."

Fred rolled his eyes, but George nudged him. "Let's see if Ronnie'll do it," he hissed.

Hermione had folded her arms over her chest, self-conciously. Ron was eyeing her, half eager, half scared.

"Do it," Malfoy challenged, "or you have to undress your sister."

Hermione's arms instantly dropped, just as Ginny's folded. Ron moved closer to Hermione, and she didn't hesitate. With a flick, a blindfold slipped out of the tip of Malfoy's wand and tied itself around Ron's head.

Ron groped for her, grabbing Hermione's shoulders. Slowly, his hands slid underneath her t-shirt, pulling it off. Hermione sucked in her stomach at his tender touch. His hands unclasped her bra, revealing her bare breasts. His hands traveled down to the waistband of her pants, hooking his thumbs underneath, feeling beneath the material. One hand slowly traveled to the zipper, where he clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped them, sliding them off of her, then taking off her panties.

Malfoy nodded, satisfied. He flicked his wand again, and the blindfold came off. Ron stared at Hermione, panting. Her eyes met his, for a brief, fleeting second, before she looked away, down at her own bare body. Her eyes traveled to Ron's body, noticing a slight bulge in his pants.

Ginny must've noticed it too, for she gasped. Fred and George snickered.

"Damn..." Malfoy said, a little too loudly. Under his breath, he added, "That's one nice body."

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, eyeing him.

"I mean... other Weasley, your turn," Malfoy said. He looked at Ginny. "I dare you to track down Potter, bring him back in here, and blow him."

Ginny's eyes widened. Ron's ears turned pink again. "Ginny, don't do it," he ordered her. "Don't listen to him."

"Scared?" Malfoy challenged.

"No," Ginny said firmly. Standing, she said, "I'll be back." Stalking out the door, she headed for the Gryffindor Common Room. "Occlumency," she spat at the Fat Lady, before the painting swung open and Ginny climbed through the portrait hole.

As expected, Harry was sitting in one of the armchairs by the fire. "Hey..." she said softly. "Um, Malfoy dared me to, er... bring you back to the room and give you a... a blow job."

"What?!" Harry spat. One, Malfoy? Since when was he involved? Two, a blow job? From Ginny?

"Please?" Ginny asked, her eyes pleading. "I don't want to seem like a chicken..."

That look. That brown-eyed, puppy-dog look. He couldn't handle it. With a sigh, he stood. "Fine..." he mumbled. Besides, he was still a guy. Couldn't he enjoy some pleasures?

The walk back to the Room of Requirement was quiet. Their footsteps echoedin the corridors. They went through the usual routine for the door to the Room to appear, and opened it, only to find Seamus and Dean in mid-kiss. From the looks of it, they had been at it for quite some time. Seamus's hand was in Dean's pants and their tongue's were down each other's throats.

Harry and Ginny sat down quietly, and Malfoy cleared his throat, indicating that Seamus and Dean could stop. The two sat down, but Dean sat absurdly closer to Seamus than before. Harry didn't have time to question it before Malfoy said, "Alright. Your turn, Weasley."

Harry stood, and Ginny knealed. Harry decided the easiest way was for him to just drop his pants all together. Once done, Ginny took him in her mouth, sucking and kissing and licking. She treated him like an ice cream cone, tenderly yet passionetly.

"Uhm..." Harry groaned.

She kept at it, for quite some time. Harry's palms slammed against the walls of the Room, and he felt it coming. His arms pinned against his sides and he cummed, without warning, into Ginny's mouth. She found herself taking in all of his juices, even licking up some that had trickled down his leg. Once done, she settled back on her feet, and Harry picked up his pants.

"Well done, Weasley," Malfoy said approovingly. "Potter looks like he enjoyed it."

"Shut up, Malfoy," Hermione said coldly, not using his first name this time, to one's displeasure. Without another word, she ran from the room.

"What's with her?" Ron asked quizzically.

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A/N: So? Any better...?