Weekend at the Granger's

Written By: K-Chan

Chapter 7: Truth or Dare (Oh come on, don't give me that look. You knew this chapter was coming.)

Harry had a bad feeling about this game. After a brief explanation of the rules, Lavender started.

"Hermione, Truth or Dare."

Hermione thought for a minute before saying "Truth." Lavender had her describe an embarrassing moment.

"Well," Hermione said, "in our first year, I was walking down a staircase. You know, the one by the kitchens, and I got my foot stuck in the trick stair. I dropped my books and they went all over the staircase. It took forever before I got my foot out."

Lavender nodded, seeming satisfied. Hermione turned to Parvati.

"Parvati. Truth or Dare."

Parvati chose Dare and ended up walking into the kitchen backwards with her eyes closed. After running into almost everything, she returned and sat back down.

"Harry," she said, "Truth or Dare."

He jumped slightly, a little surprised. Truth? he thought. No, that could be anything. Better be...

"Dare."

"Okay," Parvati pondered, trying to think of a good dare. She smiled then said,

"Harry, I dare you to kiss Hermione."

Harry gulped and turned bright red.

"What kind of dare is that?" Hermione sputtered, also a little red.

Parvati shrugged. Thinking rapidly, Harry came to a conclusion. It's only a game, no shame in backing out. Wait, he thought. They'd all make fun of him... Harry Potter can't play a stupid Muggle game. He's too chicken. She hadn't been very specific, he continued. He could just kiss Hermione on the cheek. Yeah, that's it.

He leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Hermione, surprised, turned a darker shade of red.

"Okay, Lavender..." he started, trying to ignore his beet-red face.

"No, no, no," Parvati interrupted, "that doesn't count."

Harry frowned. Parvati smiled. Hermione couldn't find words to express her state of confusion.

"Okay, fine," Harry muttered, causing Parvati to smile, if possibly, even broader.

Shifting from his seated position, Harry moved to his knees and leaned toward Hermione. Very very slowly, he leaned closer and closed his eyes. With ever inch, Harry's face grew redder. Hermione, at loss for words, just sat there and shut her eyes. Parvati and Lavender watched with baited breath as they got closer.. closer...

BAM!

Harry opened his eyes and looked over to find Ron and Mr. Weasley climbing out of the fireplace. Ron froze as he surveyed the scene. Harry sat back quickly and Hermione looked away to mask her embarrassment.

"Where have you been?" she asked Ron, trying to hide her face.

"Had quite a bit of trouble getting your fireplace connect to the Floo Network," Mr. Weasley explained, "then kept getting the wrong house. You'd be surprised how many names sound like 'Granger.' Must have had to perform twenty memory charms tonight. Ooh! Muggle games!" He spotted the pile of boardgames and picked one up, examining the box.

"Uh, Hermione?"

They all turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Granger standing behind them, wearing bathrobes. Hermione quickly introduced them to Mr. Weasley, who then, saying he must get going, Disapperated with a pop.

"Maybe it's time to get to bed," Mrs. Granger said, and they all obeyed.

Quickly cleaning the remains of dinner, they made their way upstairs. From the guestroom, Harry and Ron could hear the girls giggling loudly in Hermione's room. As they each got into bed, Ron said, in a quiet, sing-song voice,

"Harry likes Hermione."

Harry shot him a death-glare.

"What are you talking about?"

"Who do you think you're fooling?" Ron replied, "You're an open book."

He ran a hand through his red hair before laying down,

"Harry likes Herm... oof."

Harry's pillow hit him in the head before he could finish.