By the by, if you like this type of fic, and even if you don't think this
one's particularly good, seek out 'Harry Potter and the Warlock's Wafer' by
Reclusive Watermelon Angelrock. It's really good. Better than this, I
think, but that's just my opinion. On we go.
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Later that evening:
Some of the kids had decided to have a sleepover as it was the weekend. It had to be in the boys dormitory, obviously, so they all piled in in their jammies and sleeping bags (*magic* sleeping bags). It was a bit of a squash, but that didn't matter. Harry and Ron somehow ended up sitting together.
They got to talking about secret crushes.
'Well, I really don't go in for that sort of thing. Fner fner fner fner,' said Hermione.
'Oh, well, there's this gurrl in Hufflepuff who's very good looking,' said Seamus in his thick Irish accent.
Neville piped up with 'Oh, that Professor Lewinsky's cool.' And some of the others confessed to various crushes.
Soon it was Harry's turn.
'Oh, um, no, I don't fancy anyone. Really I don't. Seriously. Stop looking at me like I'm crazy. I'm not crazy. Stop it. Stop it. WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and he ran out of the room, shrieking. The others stared at the door for a minute and then proceeded.
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About half an hour later, Harry re-entered the room, having composed himself. He re-joined the group and tried (unsuccessfully, you know how slow he is) to pick up what was going on. Eventually, he worked out that someone had suggested truth or dare and that was what they were playing.
The game started off quite tamely. Hermione was dared to do a little dance. Seamus had to sing a little song, and Neville was dared to get down tonight. Ron had to sing 'I'm a little teapot' complete with actions. There were more truths, and more dares, and the game gradually got more and more sexy (by their standards anyway) until it got to [gasp!] snogging.
First, Hermione was dared to pull Neville. Although she normally wouldn't have, Dean Thomas had been spiking her drinks all evening, and a dare *is* a dare after all.
'Ready Neville?' she asked.
'Well, yeah, but can I just.,.' and he was cut off by Hermione grabbing his head and kissing him. After a couple of minutes he staggered backwards, wiping his mouth.
'I think I'll go and brush my teeth,' he said, dazedly, and left the room.
Then, it was Harry's turn.
He chose dare. Seamus gave him one (tee hee, double entendre). 'I dare you to. kiss Ron. Properly. With tongues.'
Harry's heart started racing.
'Uh oh,' he thought, 'I really want to do this, but what if everyone finds out? What will they think?'
His train of thought was cut off by Ron saying 'Harry? Do you mind?'
'Oh, er, no, I suppose not.'
They both stood up. Ron put his hands on Harry's waist and pulled him gently towards him. Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right. He felt his lips touch Ron's, and it was like fireworks were going off in his head. They were warm, and soft. He felt as though he was dreaming. It was like he wasn't controlling his own body any more. He felt his mouth open, and Ron's tongue touching his. It tasted odd, not unpleasant, but like nothing he had ever tasted before. He suddenly became aware of everyone else, and pulled away.
'Wow,' he whispered.
'Yeah,' replied Ron.
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Later that evening:
Some of the kids had decided to have a sleepover as it was the weekend. It had to be in the boys dormitory, obviously, so they all piled in in their jammies and sleeping bags (*magic* sleeping bags). It was a bit of a squash, but that didn't matter. Harry and Ron somehow ended up sitting together.
They got to talking about secret crushes.
'Well, I really don't go in for that sort of thing. Fner fner fner fner,' said Hermione.
'Oh, well, there's this gurrl in Hufflepuff who's very good looking,' said Seamus in his thick Irish accent.
Neville piped up with 'Oh, that Professor Lewinsky's cool.' And some of the others confessed to various crushes.
Soon it was Harry's turn.
'Oh, um, no, I don't fancy anyone. Really I don't. Seriously. Stop looking at me like I'm crazy. I'm not crazy. Stop it. Stop it. WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' and he ran out of the room, shrieking. The others stared at the door for a minute and then proceeded.
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About half an hour later, Harry re-entered the room, having composed himself. He re-joined the group and tried (unsuccessfully, you know how slow he is) to pick up what was going on. Eventually, he worked out that someone had suggested truth or dare and that was what they were playing.
The game started off quite tamely. Hermione was dared to do a little dance. Seamus had to sing a little song, and Neville was dared to get down tonight. Ron had to sing 'I'm a little teapot' complete with actions. There were more truths, and more dares, and the game gradually got more and more sexy (by their standards anyway) until it got to [gasp!] snogging.
First, Hermione was dared to pull Neville. Although she normally wouldn't have, Dean Thomas had been spiking her drinks all evening, and a dare *is* a dare after all.
'Ready Neville?' she asked.
'Well, yeah, but can I just.,.' and he was cut off by Hermione grabbing his head and kissing him. After a couple of minutes he staggered backwards, wiping his mouth.
'I think I'll go and brush my teeth,' he said, dazedly, and left the room.
Then, it was Harry's turn.
He chose dare. Seamus gave him one (tee hee, double entendre). 'I dare you to. kiss Ron. Properly. With tongues.'
Harry's heart started racing.
'Uh oh,' he thought, 'I really want to do this, but what if everyone finds out? What will they think?'
His train of thought was cut off by Ron saying 'Harry? Do you mind?'
'Oh, er, no, I suppose not.'
They both stood up. Ron put his hands on Harry's waist and pulled him gently towards him. Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right. He felt his lips touch Ron's, and it was like fireworks were going off in his head. They were warm, and soft. He felt as though he was dreaming. It was like he wasn't controlling his own body any more. He felt his mouth open, and Ron's tongue touching his. It tasted odd, not unpleasant, but like nothing he had ever tasted before. He suddenly became aware of everyone else, and pulled away.
'Wow,' he whispered.
'Yeah,' replied Ron.