George stroked his chin as if he had a beard, obviously imitating
Dumbledore in an attempt to looks as if he was thinking very hard about
something. "I choose – drum roll, please (everyone rolled their eyes at
this) – Miss Lavender Brown! T or D?"
Lavender looked slightly nervous but answered quickly. "I choose truth."
George look thrilled, and it showed. "Yes! Just what I wanted." Lavender started to look as if she wanted to throw up, but she just smiled nervously.
"Lavender, my question for you is-" George started, speaking extremely slowly. "Do you love my darling brother, Ronald Weasley, as much as he thoroughly adores you, hmm?"
Ron immediately turned the same shade of red as Lavender, and hit George across the head. "What kind of question is that?!" he demanded.
"A very, very good one." He answered with a smirk, and the rest of the room murmured their agreement. "So, Lavender. What is your answer to my very, very good AND very, very legitimate question?"
All that was heard from Lavender was a small, squeaky sound that sounded vaguely like...
Lavender would never like me, would she? Ron questioned himself silently. No, not possible... Right?
"Sorry, Lavender, what was that?" George asked with a grin.
"That was... a yes." She answered quietly. "Yes, I do like Ron." She said more confidently.
"Really?" This time, Ron was the one squeaking.
"Yes., really!" Lavender said with a laugh. "Don't look so surprised," she said as she saw his face redden, "You're a great guy! And pretty cute, too," she added.
"She didn't even need the veritaserum," Fred whispered to George, and he nodded happily.
And with that, she walked across the room, give Ron a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to him. In response, Ron turned to her and kissed her on the lips. Cheers were heard throughout the room as Lavender deepened the kiss by positioning herself on Ron's lap.
"Go, little brother!" Fred called, while Harry and Hermione looked at each other and laughed happily. They were glad for their best friend.
Ron and Lavender continued kissing, but as soon as George started shouting, "Get a room, you two!" they pulled away and blushed deeply. But a grin was permanently plastered on both their faces, and Lavender remained on Ron's lap. Her head found his shoulder, and they both looked extremely contented.
"Hey, Lav, don't forget – it's your turn!" Parvati called.
"Oh, right!" Lavender said, a little flustered. Ron leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she grinned and whispered something back.
"Malfoy – truth or dare?" She demanded.
"Me, again? Well, I think I'll play it safe this time. I choose truth."
"Oh, now Malfoy's scared?" Neville mocked in a sarcastic tone.
"No, not scared," Malfoy said with a smirk. "Just smart."
"Yeah, whatever, Malfoy," Lavender said. "Fred, George – can you guys give him the veritaserum? I don't trust him to tell the truth one bit. No offense, Malfoy."
"None taken," he said as he drank the potion. "Okay, ask me anything."
"Okay, Malfoy, my question for you may seen predictable and overused, but I think everyone else wants to know, too – who do you like?" Lavender enquired.
"Ugh, anything but that!" He sighed, and everyone was surprised to see a glimpse of terror pass through his eyes. But as quickly as it came, it was gone. "I like Ginny Weasley."
"WHAT?!" Ron, Fred and George, along with Harry and Hermione bellowed. Ginny's face expressed no emotion.
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who reviewed! It's so cool to know that people are actually reading my story. To everyone that said to make George choose Harry or Hermione - I was going to do that, but I want to stretch out the game of truth or dare and – well, you'll see! Okay, now I need help – should Ginny be repulsed or pleased? Should I make them get together, or should Draco's love remain unrequited? Let me know what you think! Oh, and sorry that this chapter was so short – I just need to know what I should do next. I really have no idea!
Lavender looked slightly nervous but answered quickly. "I choose truth."
George look thrilled, and it showed. "Yes! Just what I wanted." Lavender started to look as if she wanted to throw up, but she just smiled nervously.
"Lavender, my question for you is-" George started, speaking extremely slowly. "Do you love my darling brother, Ronald Weasley, as much as he thoroughly adores you, hmm?"
Ron immediately turned the same shade of red as Lavender, and hit George across the head. "What kind of question is that?!" he demanded.
"A very, very good one." He answered with a smirk, and the rest of the room murmured their agreement. "So, Lavender. What is your answer to my very, very good AND very, very legitimate question?"
All that was heard from Lavender was a small, squeaky sound that sounded vaguely like...
Lavender would never like me, would she? Ron questioned himself silently. No, not possible... Right?
"Sorry, Lavender, what was that?" George asked with a grin.
"That was... a yes." She answered quietly. "Yes, I do like Ron." She said more confidently.
"Really?" This time, Ron was the one squeaking.
"Yes., really!" Lavender said with a laugh. "Don't look so surprised," she said as she saw his face redden, "You're a great guy! And pretty cute, too," she added.
"She didn't even need the veritaserum," Fred whispered to George, and he nodded happily.
And with that, she walked across the room, give Ron a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to him. In response, Ron turned to her and kissed her on the lips. Cheers were heard throughout the room as Lavender deepened the kiss by positioning herself on Ron's lap.
"Go, little brother!" Fred called, while Harry and Hermione looked at each other and laughed happily. They were glad for their best friend.
Ron and Lavender continued kissing, but as soon as George started shouting, "Get a room, you two!" they pulled away and blushed deeply. But a grin was permanently plastered on both their faces, and Lavender remained on Ron's lap. Her head found his shoulder, and they both looked extremely contented.
"Hey, Lav, don't forget – it's your turn!" Parvati called.
"Oh, right!" Lavender said, a little flustered. Ron leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and she grinned and whispered something back.
"Malfoy – truth or dare?" She demanded.
"Me, again? Well, I think I'll play it safe this time. I choose truth."
"Oh, now Malfoy's scared?" Neville mocked in a sarcastic tone.
"No, not scared," Malfoy said with a smirk. "Just smart."
"Yeah, whatever, Malfoy," Lavender said. "Fred, George – can you guys give him the veritaserum? I don't trust him to tell the truth one bit. No offense, Malfoy."
"None taken," he said as he drank the potion. "Okay, ask me anything."
"Okay, Malfoy, my question for you may seen predictable and overused, but I think everyone else wants to know, too – who do you like?" Lavender enquired.
"Ugh, anything but that!" He sighed, and everyone was surprised to see a glimpse of terror pass through his eyes. But as quickly as it came, it was gone. "I like Ginny Weasley."
"WHAT?!" Ron, Fred and George, along with Harry and Hermione bellowed. Ginny's face expressed no emotion.
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who reviewed! It's so cool to know that people are actually reading my story. To everyone that said to make George choose Harry or Hermione - I was going to do that, but I want to stretch out the game of truth or dare and – well, you'll see! Okay, now I need help – should Ginny be repulsed or pleased? Should I make them get together, or should Draco's love remain unrequited? Let me know what you think! Oh, and sorry that this chapter was so short – I just need to know what I should do next. I really have no idea!