Let the Truth be Told

By: Trixie009

Disclaimer: I swear; I do not own Millicent Bulstrode, Padma Patil, or Mrs. Figg. There. Satisfied?

A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! You're the best! I'm really anticipating the ending. I think you'll all love it! :D Oh, and thanks to those who helped me with a name! I've decided Alexandria. Every vote counted for something!

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On with the story!

Day Four

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"Is it my turn?"

"Yes."

Ron and Hermione were walking around the snowy grounds wearing scarves, hats, and mittens, keeping warm as snow sprinkled their faces, falling from the white, cloudy sky above them. Ron thought a minute before asking, "What's your favorite class?"

"I'm not sure. Defense Against the Dark Arts is really interesting because of all of the things we learn, and I have always been thrilled for Transfiguration, but Charms is also fun, or maybe Ancient Runes...or...oh, I don't know. Don't ask me such hard questions!"

"Sorry."

"No, it's okay," Hermione sighed. "What's your favorite thing to do outside?"

"Quiddtich," Ron said simply. "You?"

"I like to go on walks. What's your favorite thing to do outside in the snow?"

"Quidditch. Or..." Ron added, grinning mischeviously.

"Or what?" Hermione said a little nervously.

Ron, who had his hands behind his back the whole time, brought them into sight and threw a snowball at Hermione, "Or snowball fights!"

"RON!" Hermione yelled, making a run for it.

Ron followed, throwing snowballs in her direction. They ran around the lake a few times before Hermione dove behind a pine tree and started frantically making snowballs.

"'Mione!" Ron yelled minutes later from behind his snow fort.

"What?!" Hermione shouted back, peeking out from behind her own shelter.

"What's your favorite thing to drink?"

"Well," Hermione started, ducking back into safety, avoiding Ron's snowballs. "I've always loved hot chocolate! It warms me up!"

"Your turn!" Ron shouted, as he caught a snowball Hermione threw and chucked it back at her.

"What's your favorite ice cream flavor?"

"I love my Mum's homemade vanilla ice cream with a lot of caramel and strawberry toppings! What's your favorite part about Christmas?"

"I like giving and receiving presents, but I love the snow! What about you?"

"Everything! I love the presents, the snow, the hot chocolate, the snowmen and snowball fights, and..."

"And what?!" Hermione yelled, throwing a snowball as hard as she can and hitting Ron in the face. "Ha! And what?"

"Argh! Er...mistletoe."

"Mistletoe?!" Hermione asked.

"Yes, mistletoe! Except I haven't ever...you know...used it..." Ron was thankful he had a fort to hide behind so Hermione wouldn't see his flushed face.

Hermione gathered ten snowballs in her arms and snuck out from behind her shelter. She crawled forward and caught Ron off-guard by dropping all of them on top of him from over the side of the fort.

"Ha!"

"ARGH!" Ron shouted, jumping up and knocking his head against Hermione's, making him fall back down. "S--sorry."

"Ouch!" Hermione said, rubbing her forehead. "No problem..." She was resting on Ron's snow fort and it toppled, making her fall down on Ron, who was lying next to his stash of snowballs. "Ah!" Hermione screeched. "Er--sorry..."

"No problem..." Ron whispered, smiling.

"You're horrible at making snow forts, Ron. It fell apart right away." Hermione said, laughing.

Ron said, "Oh, I did that on purpose so you could humiliate yourself by falling over."

They both started laughing, Hermione still on top of Ron, until he started to get up and his lips brushed against hers. They stopped laughing immediately, and Hermione, blushing, slid off of him.

"Er--"

"Um--"

"Uh--"

"Ah--"

"Sorry--"

"That was--"

"Er--"

"Uh--"

"Weird--"

"Yeah..."

"So," Ron said, getting to his feet. "Shall we...er...head back inside?"

"Yeah," Hermione agreed.

The two walked back across the grounds in silence, brushing off the snow that covered their cloaks.

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"When was your most embarrassing moment?" Ron asked.

Hermione sipped her hot chocolate. "Ten minutes ago," she answered truthfully.

When Ron and Hermione were back inside the candlelit warmth of the castle, they stopped at the kitchens and got some hot chocolate from the house elves. They then headed to Gryffindor Tower where they sat in the deserted Common Room, wrapped in warm pajamas and blankets. They were sitting on opposite ends on one of the scarlet sofas and had been successful in avoiding eye contact, as they continued playing their game of Truth.

"What moment do you wish you could play back and repeat for the rest of your life?" Hermione asked.

"Er--I don't want to...answer..." Ron muttered, gulping down hot chocolate and burning his tongue in the process.

"Why not? Was it recent?"

"Er--yes, it was...okay, what--er...blimey, I'm running out of questions...er--whoosthgithaoofansee?"

"What?"

"Who's the guy that you fancy?"

"I don't feel comfortable telling you that," Hermione said seriously.

"Why not?"

"I don't really want you to know."

"Why? Will I freak out when you tell me?"

"Actually, I don't have any idea what reaction you'll have. Of course there's a way I want you to react, and there's one that I dread, but...I don't want--I'm not going to tell you. Not today, at least."

"Fine," Ron sighed, "It's your turn."

"Who's the girl that you fancy?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"My point exactly."

"I'm sure our answers would be complete opposites. Okay," Ron thought for a moment then said, "What's your favorite game?"

"Clue."

"Clue?"

"It's a Muggle game," Hermione said. "Is there something that you wish you could go back and change?"

"Yes."

"What?" Hermione inquired.

"Er--well, I would...er--change who I asked to the Yule Ball...I would ask you instead..." Ron muttered. He quickly covered it up by adding, "You know, Padma was a bore..."

"Oh--okay..."

"Alright. What's--uh--your least favorite class?"

"Potions," Hermione said instantly. "Snape is so unfair. Now will you tell me what moment you'd like to play back?"

"Er...ten minutes ago," Ron answered truthfully, blushing. "What's your favorite sweet or candy?"

Hermione, still thinking about his answer, stuttered, "Uh...oh, er...Ch--chocolate f--frogs, I suppose...But, uh...I'm really...really tired. That--that snowball fight really wore m--me out, you...know..."

"Er--yeah, me, too."

"Okay. Good--good night Ron," Hermione muttered, stumbling as she stood up from the sofa and started towards the dormitories.

"Good night," Ron sighed, running his hand through his messy red hair and walking up the stairs of the boys' dormitories.

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