"Ginny, I will murder you," Hermione called. She heard her friend laugh.

"Well, you know," Ginny taunted. "You can't murder me unless you can catch me. And by the looks of you, that won't be happening any time soon."

Hermione glared into Fred's shirt, which was blocking her vision.

"George," she heard Fred say. "Want to give a brother a hand?"

There was a slight pause, and then Hermione heard George walk over to them. Despite Ginny's protests, they were released.

Hermione felt a surge of relief as Fred pushed himself up and off of her, and yet, she almost felt a bit disappointed. She tried to shake that feeling as Fred grabbed her hands and hoisted her up off the floor.

As they made their way back to the couches, Hermione turned to Ginny. "Ginny darling, i dare you to go up to where Harry sleeps, play the Chicken Dance, and dance along."

Ginny glared, and stormed upstairs. They started to hear the familiar tune playing from up above, along with the clapping. There was some groaning from the guys who had still been asleep, and then Hermione heard Ron laugh at Ginny. She also heard Harry say something to her, but she couldn't quite make out the words.

When the music stopped, Ginny came back down, red-faced.

"I will murder you, Hermione," Ginny said.

Hermione grinned.

"Fred," she said, directing her attention towards him. "I dare you to switch clothes with Hermione... without using magic. Stay that way until your next turn."

Fred shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Including... including underwear?" he asked nervously.

Ginny nodded her head, grinning mischievously.

"Wands," she instructed. "Wouldn't want you cheating," she said with a wink.

The two of them reluctantly handed her their wands.

Ginny stared at them expectantly.

Fred looked at her pleadingly, and then to Hermione, and then back to Ginny before sighing.

"Well, we're not doing it here," he said after a moment's pause, dragging Hermione off into another room.

When they were safely out of view from anyone, they sat down.

"So, how do you want to do this?" Fred asked.

Hermione scanned the room before grabbing a blanket. "Curtains," she said, holding the blanket up.

She held the blanket between them, so that neither of them could see the other. Fred began to undress, and then handed his clothing over.

He took his turn holding up the blanket so that Hermione could do the same. She was a bit hesitant about handing her clothing over, particularly her undergarments.

When she was done, she began to dress in his clothes. She picked up his boxers, and sighed. She really did not want to do this. Taking a deep breath, she slid them on. She quickly dressed in the rest of his clothing before taking hold of the blanket so that Fred could dress as well.

Just then, the door opened, and Dean and Seamus walked in, laughing. That's when they saw Hermione and Fred.

They gave the two of them a really confused look, and Hermione tried to say something, but they had already left.

Hermione lowered the curtain enough that they could see each other's faces, and they both burst out laughing.

After a minute, they began to regain their composure, and Hermione raised the blanket again, so that Fred could begin dressing.

"How the bloody hell do you fit in these things?!" he whined. Hermione figured he was putting on her undergarments, and she began to feel self-conscious.

After another minute, Fred declared that he was done. Hermione dropped the blanket, and they both stared at each other. Fred looked like a cross dresser gone wrong, and Hermione looked like she was wearing clown shoes.

Suddenly, they were laughing, unable to stop. Hermione was literally wheezing, and Fred's face matched his hair.

Once they had stopped enough to go back, they started heading to the couches.

Hermione had trouble walking in Fred's massive shoes, as she had somewhat small feet, and she nearly tripped three times.

She was also having trouble keeping his pants on. She had the bottom parts rolled up as high as they would go, and they still dragged under her heel. Fred's shirt almost hit her knees.

And then there was Fred. Her tank top barely covered his bellybutton, and the skirt that was somewhat short on Hermione was virtually pointless on him. It's a good thing she was wearing leggings.

Ginny saw the two of them, and she didn't even try to contain herself. She was in hysterics, mostly directed at Fred.

Hermione grinned, but for a different reason.

This. Meant. War.

Sorry it took so long to update. I haven't had much time to write, and I was having trouble coming up with ideas. Keep those dares coming, though! Thanks for reading!