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"Ron, truth or dare?" George asked, a glint in his eye. "Um.....da- no....tr- no...Dare," Ron replied hesitantly. "Well, Little Bro, I dare you to," Fred looked at George who (to Ron's dismay) winked and grinned maliciously, "I dare you to kiss Pansy." "Pugkinson!" Ron shouted in disgust. Pansy turned a shade of green that would make Salazar Slytherin envious.
Ron crawled over to where Pansy sat, Draco's arm protectively draped around her shoulder. He sent the terrible twins one last murderous glance, and pecked the slytherin on the cheek. He then spat on the ground and wiped his mouth furiously. "Ha-ha....now... Hermione, truth or dare?" Fred asked after he stopped laughing. "Truth," Hermione replied decisively. She had thought this over a lot. "Well...you all might find this interesting, who do you fancy?" George finished with a flourish, batting his eyelashes.
Hermione nearly choked on her Butterbeer. "Uh, well..." she knew she couldn't lie (the evil twins had put a truth charm on the room). "I'm going to go get some more Butterbeer from the back," Professor Lupin announced and walked out of the room. Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Well?" Ron asked impatiently, he sounded almost hopeful. "Um....Moony," she said realizing most of the people didn't know who that was.
As if on cue most people in the room said something along the lines of, "Who?" while Ginny, Ron, Harry, and the Devil Duo's mouths dropped open. "Hannah, truth or dare," Fred said, recuperating before anyone else. "Dare?" the hufflepuff said meekly. Whatever the poor girl had to do, Hermione never found out, because at that moment Ginny pulled Hermione to the bathroom. "Gin, what do you need?" Hermione asked. "Remus? How could you like Remus?" the redhead asked, incredulous.
"Well, uh, he's just, he's smart and he has a great personality. And those eyes, I could drown in them!" Hermione managed to stutter out. "He's like, twenty years older than you!" Ginny replied. "He's too old for me, so what? It doesn't mean he couldn't like me," Hermione said stubbornly. "Whatever..." Ginny mumbled, "You know, Ron won't be too happy about this. I think he kinda' had a thing for you." Hermione sighed heavily and both girls walked out of the bathroom.
When they got back to the yellow room, Draco was doing the "funky chicken" and everyone was laughing hysterically. "Hey Remus, truth or dare?" George managed to say through bouts of laughter. "Hey, since when am I playing?" the professor asked, grinning. "Since now. Come on Remus!" Harry urged. "Alright, truth," Remus said hesitantly.
"Awww, where's the fun in that? Oh well, hmmm...have you ever fancied a student?" Fred asked. "No. I'm currently taken," Remus answered. "Oooh" chorused around the room. "Who?" Fred asked, curious. "Nymphadora Tonks," Remus said with a small. smile. Hermione saw red. How dare she- stay calm, Hermione, stay calm, she told herself.
At about a quarter after one, the teenagers decided it was time to go to bed. The boys were ushered to another room while the girls set up their sleeping bags in the yellow one. "Hey Hermione, who is Moony?" Lavender asked from her purple sleeping bag. "I'm not telling," Hermione snorted. She had somewhat gotten over the Tonks thing, but still didn't like the Auror. All the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw girls were on one side of the room and Pugkinson and the other Slytherin girls were on the other.
While the girls were gossiping and sneering at the other side of the room, the boys were doing.....the exact same thing. "I wonder who Moony is," Ernie Macmillan said from his brown sleeping bag. Ron and Harry shared knowing glances, Ron's more of a sad one. "What do you two know that we don't?" Dean asked sitting up and looking at the two boys skeptically. "Nothing!" the best friends answered a little too quickly. "You know who he is, don't you?" Seamus asked curiously.
"He's a big idiot, how could she like him? He's a werewolf!" Ron muttered so only Harry heard the last sentence. "Ron! Don't say that about Re- I mean Moony," Harry corrected Ron with vigor. "Ooooh, ickle Roniekins has a crush on Mione," Fred and George chanted. Ron sent them a withering look and dove under the cover of his maroon sleeping bag. He was muttering something that sounded remarkably like "Satan's sons". "I'm going to go check on Remus and hit the hay," Fred said and he and George waltzed (literally, they were dancing) out of the room.
Once in Remus' chambers (he had a sleeping bag in George's office) Fred said conversationally, "You know, one of your students fancies you." "Really? That's not a good thing, it would never work out," Remus replied. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," Fred said and winked at him. The two redheads walked out of the room, leaving a puzzled Remus behind.
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