A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first story, and I'm kinda nervous about it.
Let me know if you like it, and I need all the suggestions I can get! I
also need a better title. ;) Let me know if you have any ideas/suggestions.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't sue me! (What's the point of these thing, anyway? Everyone knows that the very talented J.K. Rowling owns all.)
"I'm bored."
Hermione Granger sighed and dropped the enormous book on transfiguration she was reading half-heartedly. It was Christmas break, and for lack of anything better to do, she was trying to study, only to fail miserably. She knew that she was going to get any work done with her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, around. They had been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had changed over their six years at Hogwarts, but the similarities between them now, at sixteen, and when they were first years and eleven still remained.
Hermione had grown into a beautiful teenager, with almost waist- length chestnut curls and warm, almond shaped brown eyes. She had a very nice figure, and many had captured the attention of many boys. It was a well-known fact that Hermione Granger was the most attractive girl in the sixth year. She had a fair share of boyfriends, but none of the relationships had lasted very long. It wasn't that she was picky, she just hadn't found the guy for her yet.
Harry Potter, or The Boy Who Lived, had grown out of his skinny, lanky and slightly awkward build and into a tall, muscular (all those Quidditch practices must have paid off) and handsome sixth year. He still had untamable black hair, but now it suited him better. His deep green eyes sparkled with mischief, but sometimes they held sorrow from all he had been through: the death of his parents, his various encounters with Voldemort, and finally, the defeat of Voldemort in the war.
Ronald Weasely had also grown up to be quite attractive. He was around 6'0, and slightly muscular (again, due to many long and strenuous Quidditch practices). He still had flaming red hair and clear blue eyes, and, of course, his face still turned the same color of his hair when he was embarrassed. Many would say that it was cute.
"So am I." Ronald Weasley, Hermione's other best friend, agreed.
"So, let's do something." Hermione suggested.
The three best friends were on Christmas break, and were a few of the only students staying at Hogwarts this year. Besides Harry, Ron and Hermione, there was Fred and George Weasley (Ron's older twin brothers), Ginny Weasley (Ron's younger sister) Angelica Johnson (Fred's crush and on and off girlfriend), Katie Bell (George's crush), Neville Longbottom, Lavendar (A/N: I forgot her last name!), Alicia (A/N: Oh, god, I forgot her last name, too rolls eyes) Parvati Patil, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and various Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. You two think of something for once," Hermione retorted, rolling her eyes.
At that very moment, Fred and George Weasley barged in. "You guys wanna play truth or dare?" They demanded.
"Thanks for knocking," said Hermione crossly, trying to keep a straight face. But she couldn't and burst out laughing. "Why the hell do you have purple hair, George?", she managed to choke out.
Harry and Ron looked up, and their faces immediately broke into identical evil grins. Hermione was right, George did have purple hair, and it clashed horribly with his bright red freckles.
George grinned, too. "Oh, just a product of the lovely game we're playing downstairs. Wanna join?"
"C'mon, you guys, it's fun!" Fred exclaimed.
"I think I'll pass," Ron said nervously, "The last time you two told me something was "fun", I ended up with a tail."
Harry and Hermione laughed, while Ron continued to look worried.
"What is truth or dare, anyway?" Ron asked.
Hermione and Harry looked at him in disbelief, then remembered. Truth or dare is a muggle game. They gave Ron a quick explanation.
"That sounds quite... embarrassing." He said slowly.
"Yeah, most of the time, it is." Harry confirmed.
"But it's fun!" Fred exclaimed.
"So, do you three want to play?" George asked again, more irratibly this time.
"Sure," Harry and Hermione answered at the same time.
They started to get up, when Ron cried, "What about me? Don't I get any say in this?"
"No," They all answered at the same time, and laughed.
"Let's go, Ron," Harry grunted, as he tried to pull him up. "It'll be fun – and even if it's not, it something to do, right?"
"I guess so," Ron sighed dejectedly, "But if this turns out to be the worst experience of me life, I'm blaming you two."
Famous last words.
Pleeeeease review, pretty please? (
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't sue me! (What's the point of these thing, anyway? Everyone knows that the very talented J.K. Rowling owns all.)
"I'm bored."
Hermione Granger sighed and dropped the enormous book on transfiguration she was reading half-heartedly. It was Christmas break, and for lack of anything better to do, she was trying to study, only to fail miserably. She knew that she was going to get any work done with her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, around. They had been best friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had changed over their six years at Hogwarts, but the similarities between them now, at sixteen, and when they were first years and eleven still remained.
Hermione had grown into a beautiful teenager, with almost waist- length chestnut curls and warm, almond shaped brown eyes. She had a very nice figure, and many had captured the attention of many boys. It was a well-known fact that Hermione Granger was the most attractive girl in the sixth year. She had a fair share of boyfriends, but none of the relationships had lasted very long. It wasn't that she was picky, she just hadn't found the guy for her yet.
Harry Potter, or The Boy Who Lived, had grown out of his skinny, lanky and slightly awkward build and into a tall, muscular (all those Quidditch practices must have paid off) and handsome sixth year. He still had untamable black hair, but now it suited him better. His deep green eyes sparkled with mischief, but sometimes they held sorrow from all he had been through: the death of his parents, his various encounters with Voldemort, and finally, the defeat of Voldemort in the war.
Ronald Weasely had also grown up to be quite attractive. He was around 6'0, and slightly muscular (again, due to many long and strenuous Quidditch practices). He still had flaming red hair and clear blue eyes, and, of course, his face still turned the same color of his hair when he was embarrassed. Many would say that it was cute.
"So am I." Ronald Weasley, Hermione's other best friend, agreed.
"So, let's do something." Hermione suggested.
The three best friends were on Christmas break, and were a few of the only students staying at Hogwarts this year. Besides Harry, Ron and Hermione, there was Fred and George Weasley (Ron's older twin brothers), Ginny Weasley (Ron's younger sister) Angelica Johnson (Fred's crush and on and off girlfriend), Katie Bell (George's crush), Neville Longbottom, Lavendar (A/N: I forgot her last name!), Alicia (A/N: Oh, god, I forgot her last name, too rolls eyes) Parvati Patil, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and various Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students.
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. You two think of something for once," Hermione retorted, rolling her eyes.
At that very moment, Fred and George Weasley barged in. "You guys wanna play truth or dare?" They demanded.
"Thanks for knocking," said Hermione crossly, trying to keep a straight face. But she couldn't and burst out laughing. "Why the hell do you have purple hair, George?", she managed to choke out.
Harry and Ron looked up, and their faces immediately broke into identical evil grins. Hermione was right, George did have purple hair, and it clashed horribly with his bright red freckles.
George grinned, too. "Oh, just a product of the lovely game we're playing downstairs. Wanna join?"
"C'mon, you guys, it's fun!" Fred exclaimed.
"I think I'll pass," Ron said nervously, "The last time you two told me something was "fun", I ended up with a tail."
Harry and Hermione laughed, while Ron continued to look worried.
"What is truth or dare, anyway?" Ron asked.
Hermione and Harry looked at him in disbelief, then remembered. Truth or dare is a muggle game. They gave Ron a quick explanation.
"That sounds quite... embarrassing." He said slowly.
"Yeah, most of the time, it is." Harry confirmed.
"But it's fun!" Fred exclaimed.
"So, do you three want to play?" George asked again, more irratibly this time.
"Sure," Harry and Hermione answered at the same time.
They started to get up, when Ron cried, "What about me? Don't I get any say in this?"
"No," They all answered at the same time, and laughed.
"Let's go, Ron," Harry grunted, as he tried to pull him up. "It'll be fun – and even if it's not, it something to do, right?"
"I guess so," Ron sighed dejectedly, "But if this turns out to be the worst experience of me life, I'm blaming you two."
Famous last words.
Pleeeeease review, pretty please? (