A/N: Another one of those Truth or Dare fics but I assure you that this one won't be as stupid as the other ones where they dare them to kiss and then they suddenly fall in love. Mine is a tad bit more serious than that. I want to thank everyone who reviewed my other story "In Which Hermione Finds That Flying Isn't That Bad". Last time I checked, I had forty-one reviews for that!! It's amazing really!! That's the most I've ever gotten and I'm honored. I just wanted to ask someone this. Did any of you know Rita meant honest? Doesn't sound like Skeeter, does it? Well, I hope you like my story and I hope you review. Thanks again to everyone who reads my fics. I'm happy that they are loved.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to JKR. If it did, do you think I'd bother writing fan fiction when I could write the real thing?! Besides, I'd be rich and I'm not so don't sue me. I'm sure that you wont get much out of it.

Setting: 5th year. A very hot summer day at the Burrow.

Summary: Ok, you have the Burrow, a game of truth or dare, some truth potion and a very hot extremely boring day during summer. Throw Fred and George in and what do you get? Well, you get this very strange story of course! Hope you like…

Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Angelina (just pretend she's visiting ok?!).

Parings: H/G, R/Hr, F/A but not the real focus of the story.

Chapter 1

Forced Confession

It was a normal day at the Burrow. Ron and Hermione were sulking after another fight involving a certain eighteen-year-old star Quidditch player, Fred was laughing with Angelina (who came to visit them over the summer), George was being his usual odd self, and Ginny was sitting near Hermione, trying to calm her down. Harry watched everything contently with amusement on his face.

It was the first time he had truly felt happy since the beginning of the third task. Harry shuddered slightly and put the thought out of his mind. Ron still looked peeved. His face was red from yelling at Hermione and his arms were crossed over his chest in annoyance. Harry decided that he should at least calm Ron down so that he wouldn't have to listen to his two best friends bicker over the dinner table. He came and sat next to Ron on the couch quietly, trying desperately not to laugh at his expression. It was very childish, nothing like one that a fifteen-year-old boy should have. They sat in silence for a while until Ron finally sighed loudly and looked over at Harry.

"Hi Harry." His tone was less than pleasant.

"What's up?" Harry asked, trying hard to keep his smile in check. He wished that Ron would wake up and realize what he felt about Hermione. It was very obvious, especially when they fought about Victor. It was even beginning to annoy Harry.

"Nothing. I'm just sitting here, thinking about stupid Vicky and stupid Bulgaria." Ron sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. "Why does she like that ugly git?"

"Ron, weren't you the one who was thrilled to see him the first time he came to Hogwarts?" Harry reminded.

"Yes but," he tried create a comeback, "well, that was before he started dating one of my best friends!" He didn't keep his voice down and it was obvious that Hermione had heard because she began glaring at Ron from across the room. Ginny looked quickly behind her, shook her head sadly at them, and dragged Hermione up to her room.

"I think you made her even more angry. Don't you just want to talk to her about this? Civilly." Harry added as an afterthought.

"I tried to talk to her about it civilly." Ron began, knowing full well that he hadn't. "Oh fine so I wasn't that great at staying cool and collected but that is the best I can do for this situation. Can you think of anything better?"

Harry switched his tactics. "Ron, don't tell me the answer right away, think about this. Why are you really mad about Hermione's so-called relationship with Victor?"

Ron stared, open mouthed at his friend. "What do you mea-"

"I told you to think about it first." Harry replied. Ron sat, glaring at Harry, obviously not caring about the real reason why he hated Victor. Harry let Ron think for a minute and then said, "Well? What have you come up with?"

"Nothing, besides the fact that what he's doing shouldn't be considered legal under English laws." Ron replied sternly.

"Oh come on Ron! Even I can see it." Harry said. Fred, George, and Angelina looked up from what they were doing and, smiling, began to walk toward the couch.

"Great job Harry. Now I'll be bugged by four people instead of one." Ron complained as they came to crowd around the couch.

"So…" George started slowly. "Are you talking about Ickle Roniekin's girlfriend again?"

"Yes we are talking about Hermione and no she's not my girlfriend." Ron replied stubbornly, though his ears had already started to turn red.

"Yeah sure. Why've your ears began to glow like coals then?" Fred retorted, purposely trying to get on Ron's nerves. Angelina let go of Fred's hand, which she had been holding for what seemed like the whole day, and sat on the side of Ron that Harry didn't occupy.

"You know there isn't anything wrong with having a crush on Hermione." She told him kindly.

"What, I do not, you think I having a, a crush on Hermione?" Ron sputtered in surprise. "What are you talking about? I do not fancy Hermione one bit!"

"Just keep telling yourself that Ron." George mocked.

"Shut it George!" Ron shouted, now very angry and confused. Did it look like he liked Hermione in that way? He couldn't. He was her best friend. That would ruin everything. He sighed and put his head in his hands. Angelina smiled and put her hand on his back.

"You've realized I'm right I suppose?" She asked. He groaned and didn't say anything.

"Ron, Angelina's right. It's rather obvious." Harry told him.

"Obvious?!" Ron exclaimed, putting his now extremely red face up. "How can it be obvious? There isn't anything to be obvious about. I in now way, shape, or form like…" He stopped and sunk into his chair, thinking. He had a rather peculiar expression on his face. His forehead was wrinkled in thought. After a minute of sitting there in silence his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened. Angelina laughed as he sat taller and started to stare at her.

"You've figured it out now?" She asked, a sly grin on her face.

"I'm confused." Was his brainy reply.

"Don't worry. That happens a lot with girls." Fred assured him, patting him on the shoulder.

"Wonderful, but I'm still confused." Ron retorted.

"I'll make tea, this could take a while." Harry joked. Ron punched him lightly in the arm before he stood up and headed for the kitchen. Fred sat in Harry's empty spot and George stood behind the couch.

George grinned at Ron and began to talk. "So little brother, what are you confused about Ron? You seemed to have seen that we are right about your love interest. What would you like to know?"

Ron glared at him but decided not to waist his breath explaining that he definitely didn't like Hermione. "I just don't understand, well, I don't get how you came up to your conclusion." Ron said, choosing his words carefully.

"Stop messing around and admit that you like her. We are going around in circles and if you want to act, you'll have to do it soon. You can't expect her to wait forever." Fred said simply.

"If I want to act?! You want me to tell her that I like her?" Ron's asked in an astonished voice but then he groaned, realizing what he said and covered his face with his hands.

"I thought that would get it out of you."

"I was saying that hypothetically." Ron mumbled through his hands.

"Sure, deny however much you want. So, are you still confused?"

"Yes of course I'm confused!" Ron replied, rubbing his head.

"I'll try to help." Angelina told him, patting his back. "You have been Hermione's best friend for five years. You know her better than anyone else does, except for maybe Harry. You trust each other. Why wouldn't you like her? Why do you think you two are always bickering?" Ron didn't respond. "You see? There isn't anything wrong with what you feel. It's ok to like her more than a friend." Ron groaned, and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

"Ah…" George said knowingly to his twin, "He's getting those feeling, aren't you Ron?"

Ron took a quick angry glance up and replied coldly, "I haven't a clue what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. For me, it happens when I talk to Angelina here." Fred told him.

"Aww thanks." Angelina smiled brightly.

Fred continued, "The only difference between you and I, is the fact that Angelina knows I like her and Hermione doesn't know you do." Ron still either didn't understand or didn't admit to understanding what they were talking about. George sighed and came to sit on the table in front of the couch.

"Tell me what made you hold your stomach like that. Feeling a bit sick?" George asked, a grin on his face.

"Do you get lightheaded when you think about her?" Fred asked in turn.

"Does your heart beat faster?"

"Does thinking about her make you happy?"

Ron interrupted the twins. "Is it supposed to feel like you'll throw up?" He asked, certainly looking pale and sick now. The twins sported identical triumphant grins while Angelina tried hard not to laugh. Harry came back with the tea.

"Here you are. I've missed a lot haven't I?" He asked as he approached the couch, looking from the twins to Ron to Angelina.

"You've only missed Ron realizing that he's in love with Hermione." Angelina joked.

"I am not in love with her!" Ron shouted and then looked up at the stairwell quickly, suddenly turning very red.

"Ok, I'm sorry Ron. I didn't mean it like that." Angelina reassured him. "I was only teasing you. You three take your cups into the kitchen and drink in there. I'd like to talk to Ron alone if I could."

Harry sighed, "I'll miss more but you can fill me in later right Ron?" He smiled at Ron. He didn't receive a smile back. "Oh all right. See you then." He took one of the steaming cups of tea off of the tray he had brought and left the room. Shortly followed by Fred and George.

"Just remember that feeling Ron."

"Like butterflies in your stomach."

"That's the indicator."

"And if you-"

"Will you two please go? I did say alone didn't I?" The twins looked sulkily back at Angelina but then cracked when she rolled her eyes at them. They left and Ron sad quietly on the couch, completely confused and waiting for Angelina to speak first.

"They are right you know, about that feeling in you stomach. I'm not sure if that's what you felt but…" she stopped, "why don't you tell me what it was." Ron bit his lip, still looking pale, and looked at Angelina nervously. "I promise I won't laugh at you."

He nodded and tried to explain what it was. "I guess the twins were right. I feel so corny trying to explain this. I guess it is sort of like feeling sick but,"

"But it's a good feeling too." Angelina finished for him.

"Uh, yeah."

"I thought so. Anything else?"

"Actually, yes. I think they were right about everything. I mean, all the things they said," He blushed and made himself continue, "like being lightheaded and," he coughed nervously, "your, um, your heart beating faster."

Angelina smiled and bit her lip. "Well, that is what it's supposed to feel like. You'll get used to it. Now, what are you confused about?"

He thought for a second before saying, "Why Hermione though? Out of all the girls everywhere, I had to uh, you know," he groaned and turned red. He just couldn't bring himself to say, out loud at least, that he fancied Hermione.

"You wouldn't think so would you? With all the bickering you two do you wouldn't think you could stand each other let alone-"

"No, no! Don't say it." Ron interrupted her.

"Ok I won't. You know, the whole Gryffindor house has been waiting for you to come to your senses Ron. Hermione too. I guess I'll have to work on her if she hasn't realized it." Angelina told him kindly.

"What?" Ron was in shock. After all, he had just realized that he liked his best friend and now he was hearing that all of the Gryffindors knew already. Was he really that obvious?

"They all saw how you acted at the Yule Ball. Why do you think you got so angry at Hermione for going with Krum?" Ron was about to reply when his voice caught in his throat and Harry's question resurfaced.

"I, you think I was jealous? I really was wasn't I?" He asked more to himself. "It's too bloody bad that I didn't realize this before the ball! Then stupid Vick," He caught himself, "Victor wouldn't have been able to take her."

"Oh you're so cute sometimes Ron." Angelina smiled brightly at him. "You remind me so much of Fred it's just darling!"

"Is that a compliment?" Ron asked carefully. Angelina laughed and gave Ron a hug.

"Yes that's a compliment. We have to do something to get you two together. You are just so sweet. You would make the cutest couple!" Ron looked as if he was going to be sick again.

"I don't think that's going to happen. Do you Angelina? What I mean is...it's not as if Hermione likes me. She has Victor after all. He's a star and he's rich, and she certainly seems to think better of him." He felt down right depressed now.

"Ron, don't be silly. She doesn't like him like that. I'm sure he's only a good friend. You have known her for five years. You should know that she doesn't care about money and fame. She becomes friends with people that she has fun with." Ron didn't look convinced.

"She likes you just as much as you like her! I've seen it!" Angelina insisted. "She is even more embarrassed about it than you are. She probably thinks that she's too smart to get caught up in all of this. She only went with Victor because he asked her. I was in the common room when the ball ended. I heard your fight. It was obvious that she wanted you to take her but she was too worried you wouldn't want to go and she wasn't about to tell you that she liked you.

"Sorry Ron, I have to say this. You were a bit of a jerk then. I've felt the same way Hermione has sometimes. When you went around looking for the prettiest person you could find, and didn't think of asking her, well, I'm sure that hurt. I doubt that she thinks of herself as pretty. She's Hermione Granger, she isn't supposed to care if she is pretty or anything like that. The only things she is meant to care about are her grades. She surprised herself when she started caring about other things. I bet she thinks that she's turning into Parvati or Lavender."

Ron resumed biting his lip and he looked away from Angelina guiltily. "You're right you know." He said, shaking his head sadly. "I probably made her feel terrible. I mean, I didn't even realize that she wasn't just one of the guys until last year." He rested his head on his knees in disgrace. After a moment, he continued. "I should be telling her this shouldn't I?"

"Do you want to?" Angelina asked with excitement.

Ron thought for a minute. "On second thought, no. I don't think so."

"Oh you should do it. She'd be so happy. I'm sure of it. I bet she is dying to hear this. You wouldn't be disappointed."

"Yes, well, I want to but I just don't think I'm ready to tell her, yet, but I will be ready sometime." Fred, George, and Harry came back in.

"We can't stand it anymore. We needed to come back." George replied.

"I'm bored. Can we do something?" Fred complained.

"Me too." Harry agreed.

"Actually," Ron put in. "I think I'd like to do something that would take my mind off of, um, other things."

"Like Hermione."

"Shut it Fred. So, what do we want to do? I think we should play some sort of game. I'm sure that would help."

"Truth or dare!" Fred, George, and Angelina said at the same time. Harry and Ron looked up at them, a bit scared.

"You two are having a bad effect on Angelina." Harry said.

"Nah, she's always been like that." George replied.

Fred smiled, coming to kneel next to the couch and wrapping his arm around Angelina. "That's my girlfriend all right." Angelina laughed and slapped him lightly on the arm.

"So, what is truth or dare? What do you have to do?" Ron asked.

"We'll explain it when the girls get down here. I think Hermione might already know how to play but I'm sure Gin doesn't."

"We're hoping Gin doesn't." George corrected Fred. "Angelina, would you mind getting them for us?"

"Of course not. See you four in a few minutes." And with that, she left, not knowing that she was about to interrupt a very important conversation.

A/N: Onto the next chapter!