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A/N: my first fanfic...i hope you like it...

A Game Of Truth Or Dare

Mr. And Mrs. Weasley left the Burrow for a weekend getaway leaving their son Ron, Hermione, Harry, and their only daughter Ginny alone in the house. What they had unwittingly done was leave four teenagers without supervision for the whole weekend.

Hermione cleared the furniture with a flick of her wand, leaving a large open space in the middle of the Weasley's living room. With another flick of that illustrious wand, a warm fire was burning in the hearth. She flopped down onto the floor and signaled for the others to do the same.

"We are alone for the weekend…let's start with a game…I suggest Truth Or Dare…" Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled in the firelight and her cheeks were pink with excitement. This is one way to find out the boys' secrets, she thought to herself.

The others nodded their agreement, Ginny winked. She and Hermione had been planning this weekend for a long time. They wanted to know what the boys had kept secret from them. Harry looked at Ron. Ron looked slightly uncomfortable, yet excited.

"Harry, Truth or dare?" Hermione questioned.

"Err, umm… dare"

"Alright Harry let's see..." Hermione leaned towards Ginny and began having a whispered conversation with her.

"That's not fair!" Harry shouted.

"Oh Harry you can plan with Ron if you like," Hermione said, an irritated tone in her voice, and resumed planning with Ginny. "What should I dare him to do?"

"I don't know, dare him to kiss me if you want…" She said, unable to keep her tone of nonchalance. She really wanted Hermione to have Harry kiss her, despite claiming she had given up on Harry long ago. The truth was, she may have lost all hope as to him ever liking her, but she still loved him more each and every time she saw him. She had long since gotten over her schoolgirl crush on the famous Harry Potter, but she had fallen in love with Harry.

She had really been the only one Harry had turned to during his sixth year, when he was reclusive and mourning for Sirius. He had confided in her, because he felt she would understand his problems because of her own ordeal in her first year. Throughout the year, they had formed a strengthening bond, being able to talk about anything and everything. But Ginny still wanted more. She wanted to hold him and kiss him, and frankly she also wanted to screw him. But that was something she had never told him, never told anyone…

"Harry, I dare you to kiss Ginny"

What does she know? Harry's mind reeled. There was no way Hermione had known, but she had almost read his mind. She had dared him to do the one thing he had been wanted to do all year. Ginny was more his friend than Ron could ever be. He could talk to her about his pain, his problems, and she could make him feel better. He had started seeing Ginny as a person, instead of his best mate's little sister. No, not a person, a lady. And a beautiful lady at that. With bright green eyes, and long auburn hair that cascaded down her back, Ginny Weasley had stolen Harry's heart.

He leaned over to her, and his lips brushed hers. It was shocking. He hadn't expected their contact to send electric shocks coursing through his body, but it had. He pulled back before she would feel uncomfortable, much as he wanted to continue kissing Ginny.

She was out of breath from just that small kiss. She winced inside when he pulled away. Damn it, she thought violently.

"R-Ron, truth or dare?" he stuttered. Ron looked at him strangely. Can he tell? Does he know how much she affected me? he thought frantically. He certainly didn't want Ron to be privy to the thoughts he was entertaining involving his little sister. Ron would really want to break my legs if he knew what I am thinking about Ginny, he thought, embarrassed at the thoughts himself. She is your mate's little sister! he exclaimed to himself. But he knew as he thought it that she was so much more than that.

"Hmm…. Dare," he replied coolly.

"Well I think I'll follow in fashion with Hermione, you gotta kiss her, mate," Harry said. He knew as well as anybody but the two themselves that Ron and Hermione liked each other, which was why they so frequently argued, being unable to admit to themselves how they really felt.

What Harry didn't know was that Hermione knew full well how she felt about Ron, had known since he had sacrificed himself in the giant chess match in their first year. She had known she loved him from that moment, and had been waiting for him all these years. She had promised herself that this was the year she was going to figure out how Ron felt. Thanks Harry, this is a great way to start off, she thought.

Except that Ron became visibly flustered upon hearing his dare. Kiss Hermione? There is no way she will go for that. She could do so much better than me, there's no way she will like me- His tirade of thoughts was interruptedby Ginny saying "Aren't you gonna kiss her this century Ronald?"

He leaned over and kissed her. Fireworks whooshed through his head, and it was a good thing he was sitting down, because his legs went limp. He regretfully broke contact because he thought he was going to pass out, the kiss was so wonderful.

That kiss was the best thing I've ever felt, Hermione thought, and it only made he want him even more, despite the fact she thought Ron was distinctly uncomfortable kissing her.

"Ginny truth or dare?"

"Well considering the kinds of dares we are seeing, I'm going to go with truth."