Me and Hermione sat in our rooms the night before I had to leave Grimmauld Place, our stuff strewn across the room (I hadn't gotten around to packing). We were reading quietly, occasionally reading aloud a funny bit in our books. I glanced up at Hermione, thinking. How could she be so calm and composed all the time? It's insane. I could never be that way, I just fly off the handle whenever I'm mad.

Hermione sighed suddenly, interrupting my thoughts, and sat there, staring at the ground with an odd expression on her face.

"Ginny… have you ever been so crazy about someone you couldn't even think? Or concentrate on anything!" She looked up and asked me, totally disproving my thoughts from before. She didn't sound very calm or composed, that's for sure.

"Um.. yeah… I have, actually." I said, curious as to what she was leading up to.

"Well, you know how I feel then." She sat in silence, then said, "aren't I pathetic? I'm sitting here, moping around like some love-struck ditz in a romance movie where the girl doesn't get the guy, and the guy, in my case, is living in the same house with me, and is one of my best friends of 7 years! She threw her hands up in the air. "it's crazy."

I sucked in my breath. There's only two people who fit that description in this house… and I hoped to God it wasn't-

"Harry." Said Hermione suddenly. I swear, my eyes popped out of my head as my neck did a full twist to look at the door, all the while thinking, Harry? That's who she likes? My Harry? Or is he… in our room!. Hermione giggled. "No, he's not here. Nice face by the way, Ginny, you remind me of… aah… what was it? Oh, yeah- a 'fresh pickled toad'."

I could feel my ears going red, and my face almost turned purple, and I groaned, remembering the 'Singing Valentine' I had sent Harry in a fit of insanity in my first year. How could I forget one of the stupidest ideas I'd ever had in my life? Ohh, Lord that was embarrassing. Why, oh why did she have to bring that up? But still- what did Hermione mean from saying Harry's name all of a sudden like that? Did she like him?

"What about Harry?" I asked carefully, trying my best to sound casual and not strained at all, nothing like what I was actually doing- accusing one of my best friends of liking on of her best friends… and also my crush of almost 7 years?

"Oh, I don't like him, if that's what you're wondering," she said calmly. "no, I was just wondering… do you still have that crush on him? It's been a rather long time since we talked about him, hasn't it?"

"Err.. yeah it has… and tell you the truth, I actually do…" The redness in my face returned, having barely gone from the remembrance of my singing valentine.

Hermione smiled. "I thought so."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked, feeling a stir of panic. Oh gosh, I wasn't to obvious in liking him, was I? Did anyone else suspect my feelings? More importantly, did he?

"Sheesh, Ginny, calm down!" said Hermione soothingly. "it's not obvious, not at all… I was just wondering if you still did or not."

I sighed a sigh of relief, my worries at rest (for now anyway, being quite an anxious person, I'm bound to be worried about something else in the next minute). "And what about you… it's Ron, isn't it?"

It was Hermione's turn to blush. "Well, yes… I've always liked him, haven't I? I mean, even though I had a crush on Viktor…"

"Yeah, what happened to him?" I asked.

"Oh, we still write each other a lot and stuff, but he's found a girl, and me, well… I have this thing for Ron, right…"

"So," I grinned. "you like Ron a lot, then, huh?"

"More than you would think possible for steady, calm, Hermione Granger," She confessed. "and I'm crazily jealous about every girl he flirts with! I even was almost about to accuse you of flirting with him…" I made a small noise partly of outrage and mostly disgust in my throat, and Hermione hurried on, "until, of course, I realized… you're his sister…"

I snorted. "I know what you mean. Love makes you crazy. I've been feeing the same way with you and Harry… I know you guys are very platonic, but still…"

Hermione hit herself on the head. "Do I flirt with Harry? I really don't mean to, you know…and I can totally understand just how much it bugs you. Guess you must just loathe Cho Chang…"

I made my hands into balls. "Totally. What a complete and total scumbag. She treated Harry like dirt! Like dirt!"

Hermione winced. "Yeah, I'm pretty ticked at her myself. I hear she's going out with that Davies guy, now. Did Harry tell you that she had the nerve to tell him, while they were out on a date, that Davies asked her out? And she was looking at Davies, envying his girlfriend throughout their whole date!"

My mouth dropped open and my eyes narrowed. "what a total prat! And Davies? Please. Harry's much better than him, any day…"

"You know, I think that-" Hermione didn't get a chance to finish her sentence, owing to the fact that Fred and George had just appeared on top of her with two loud cracks.

"Ouch! Geroff me!" Said Fred in a muffled voice from underneath George.

"OUCH!" Came Hermione's voice. Fred and George were both lying on top of her in a tangled heap on the bed. It was quite a funny scene, because only Hermione's head was sticking out from the mess of arms and legs.

Fred mustered up his strength and pushed George off of him. George landed on the floor with a thump. Fred looked down at Hermione (who he was half sitting, half lying on), and jumped up immediately, stepping on George's fingers.

"Ahh! My hand! You oaf!"

"Sorry 'bout that, Hermione!"

"You're still on my hand!"

George took a swipe at Fred's ankle, tripping Fred and causing him to land flat on his face. George (looking quite pleased with himself) straightened up and let out a breath.

"Whew. Well, that was fun." He said brightly, surveying the room. "Quite a mess in here, you know, Ginny… mum won't be that happy that you haven't started packing…"

"Never mind packing," said Fred, brushing himself off. "we came to ask you two to join us in this muggle game we heard about… it's called 'Lies about Hair.'" He frowned. "no, that can't be right… who wants to play a game where you lie about your hair?" He shook his head. "unless you're like dear old dad, he's getting a little thin on top… but never mind… maybe it's…"

"'Truth or Dare'?" Hermione suggested.

"That's the one!" said George triumphantly. "knew it was something along those lines. Anyway, we've found this wicked cool spare room, and everyone here under the age of 20 is going to play while the Order's in a meeting that goes til midnight.. Want to?"

Hermione and I exchanged glances. "Sure, why not?" I said agreeably.

George rubbed his hands together. "swell. Let's get cracking, then."

"Wait!" I said. "this isn't… getting us to try out your new joke shop inventions, is it?" I asked suspiciously.

Fred laughed. "Nah. Although that is an idea…"

George sniggered. "Can you imagine? That'd be laugh riot!"

"Anyway, come with us, we'll lead the way…" Fred danced around the room and yanked open the door, leading us into the hallway and down the stairs.

I shot a questioning glance at Hermione, and she explained as we followed Fred downstairs. "Truth or Dare is a kind of question game. One person starts by saying 'truth or dare?' to another person. If the person that got asked says truth, they have to answer a question that the person that started asked. If they say dare, they have to do a dare that the person says. It's totally fun, we used to play it at sleepovers all the time."

"Sounds fun," I grinned.

"Oh, it will be," said George, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "there's a couple of things I've been dying to ask you two… and of course, making Ron do something completely revolting will be wicked fun as well."

Fred grinned. "I've got a few ideas for Ickle Ronniekins myself."

I laughed, secretly vowing never to choose truth.

George reached a small room slightly off the entrance, and flung open the door impressively. "ta-da!"

I walked in first, closely followed by Hermione and then the twins. Harry and Ron looked up from a chess game, saw us, and grinned.

"This is going to be great," Fred rubbed his hands together and grinned evilly.