Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events and/or places that are recognized as being written and created by J.K. Rowling. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and places from the Harry Potter books including the ones used in this story.
A/N: Hello! Sooo sorry that it took forever to update. I had this huge twelve page fiction manuscript to write, and I devoted all my time to it. But now its done! Yea!
Big thanks to: haters r gonna rock dis world (good luck with your new band! It sounds awesome!), Le Grimoire, thehpgang (glad you liked the chapter, and I know its been a while so you probably don't care anymore, but I'll still answer your questions: Remus's scab was just another mark of a recent transformation (poor werewolf), and the whole Charlie and Ron thing was that Charlie was talking about Tonks and Ron was talking about Hermione...it didn't come off exactly as it should have. And I know Snape was way OOC in this, but I love him and wanted to put him in this fic somehow!), Uturnwow, Solecito (I like Tonks with Charlie better too!), THUMPER, YamiClara, Shmily, Babyruth,ginny's sister,and GAHHHH! (lol, sorry about the wait, lol)
Ok, so that was completely to long...but thanks again to everyone, and read on :D
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"R, R, Ron?"
"Her…!" Ron managed, before the pair screamed and Ron ran from the room, a streak of red hair and redder cheeks.
"Hermione?" Ginny whispered, approaching her shocked friend carefully from behind. Mr. Weasley had opened the dining room door, peeking into the kitchen and stared quizzically at the frozen girl with her mouth still hanging open that stood in front of it.
"Everything's fine, Dad," Ginny said sweetly, steering Hermione away from him. She led Hermione over to the sink where Tonks stood, clearly amused by what just happened.
As if struck by invisible lighting, Hermione shook ferociously and grabbed Ginny's and Tonks' hands. "Come on," she hissed. Ginny allowed Hermione to drag her out of the kitchen and into the sitting room. Tonks dropped Hermione's hand, and followed lazily behind her; secretly delighted that Hermione kissed Ron instead of Remus.
Once they reached the sitting room, Hermione let go of Ginny's hand and wobbled, hyperventilating over to a deep black, velvet couch that almost spread the length of the room, and sank down on it. She dropped her head down between her legs, wheezing with the lack of oxygen.
"Hermione?" Ginny whispered again, stepping towards her. "Are you all right? Do you want to talk or…?"
"Whose turn is it?"
"What?" Ginny asked, dropping to sit on the dusty matching arm chair next to the wall.
"Whose turn is it now?" Hermione repeated.
"Ginny's," Tonks supplied, sitting cross legged in the middle of the room. She stifled a yawn, and tried to remember why she was here, at Grimmauld Place, playing Truth or Dare with a couple of teens and not home at her own apartment doing work.
"I dare you Ginny," Hermione shouted, sitting up straight. "To kiss Sirius Black."
"Oh, that's why I'm here," Tonks said, ignoring the fact that she meant to say that in her head. A wicked smile played across her face; this was way too much fun.
Ginny's mouth dropped in shock and she stared straight across the room at Hermione. She wasn't even sure if the girl on the couch was her friend Hermione. The girl on the couch had an odd dangerous glint in her brown eyes, her curly hair was sticking up wildly around her ears, her breath still staggered unevenly into the heavy air, and her lips were an unusually bright red from their recent adventure.
"You're mad," Ginny said, finally. "You've gone insane from snogging Ron…of course, you'd have to be insane in the first place to snog Ron."
"I thought he was Remus!"
"Professor Lupin," Tonks corrected, sternly.
"You," Hermione shouted, pointing at Tonks. "That's the dare, Ginny," she continued, not wanting to yell at Tonks, she is her elder; a very odd, irresponsible elder, but Hermione still didn't want to disrespect.
"Maybe I was going to choose truth, Hermione," Ginny said. "Why are we still playing this, anyways?"
Hermione ran her fingers through her hair. Anything to stop thinking about kissing Ronald, Hermione admitted to herself. "We can stop if you want," she said to Ginny.
"I don't," Ginny said, moving and sitting on the very edge of her chair. "But, you should still offer me truth! I mean, the game is called, truth or dare."
Tonks cleared her throat. "You didn't offer her truth before the whole…snog thing."
Hermione smiled smugly at Ginny, nodding her head.
"Oh fine," Ginny sighed standing up. "Why I'm protesting a dare to kiss Sirius is beyond reason in the first place."
Ginny spun towards the door, but stopped before taking any steps. She turned back around and walked over to Hermione.
"Breath?" she asked, before exhaling onto Hermione's face. Hermione screwed her nose up and sat back.
"That was unnecessary," she said. "And you can use a mint."
Ginny fished into her pocket, pulling out a random Bott bean. She raised her eyebrows and popped it into her mouth. "Strawberry," she squeaked, before leaving the room, with purpose in every step.
Hermione had to admit that she was a little shocked that Ginny took her seriously; but then again, why wouldn't she have.
"Um…come on," Tonks squealed, grabbing Hermione's hand. Tonks and Hermione scrambled to the door, and peeked out into the kitchen.
"You know," Hermione whispered. "The fact that you're letting us kiss adult men defiantly puts you under the immature and irresponsible category."
"You should try it there some time," Tonks retorted in a barely audible whisper. Hermione ignored her and peered into the kitchen.
Ginny approached the door, but stopped in her tracks.
Sirius' unmistakable voice was heard streaming from the dining room and into the kitchen. "Game over, then? Guess I win!" His voice was so loud, even Hermione and Tonks were able to recognize it as his.
Ginny turned and winked at the pair of eyes shining through the crack of the kitchen door. Ginny wanted to kiss Sirius, more than anything in the world; but, she couldn't forget that he wasn't alone in that room. Her father and older brothers were in there. The last thing she wanted to do was kiss Sirius in their presence.
A scuffle of chairs was suddenly heard, and the words "I'm leaving" blasted weakly above all the noise.
Ginny's stomach flipped. How perfect, she thought. I can't possibly go in there…so fate's sending him out to me.
"Another victory for the lovely Remus Lupin," Sirius shouted, laughing at his own obnoxiousness.
They all saw what happened when Ron left the room, and Sirius knew that Remus, against his better judgment, was sad that he would never be able to kiss Hermione like Ron could. Plus, Sirius would do anything to not see his best friend lose, once again, to his number one foe.
"I quit," Snape snarled, rising to his feet. "You're cheating, Black. I don't know how, but you are."
Sirius smirked at Snape, ignoring both Remus' and Mr. Weasley's look of warn. "Is ickle Snivellus upset because he lost?" Sirius asked, adopting a sickening baby voice.
"To him? Yes," Snape spat, nodding towards Remus.
"What is that supposed to imply?" Sirius said, standing up.
Snape laughed, ignoring Sirius' question. "I have better things to do. See you at the next meeting…unfortunately."
Remus and Mr. Weasley stood, apparently on the verge of bidding good day to their odd poker partner, when Sirius spoke ahead of them.
"Game over, then?" he asked, shouting loudly at Snape's retreating back. "Guess I win!"
Snape spun around, and winced at the smug look gracing Sirius' face. "Which one of us is leaving with the most money, Black? Which one of us is even leaving, actually?"
Sirius, finally fed up with Snape's constant reminders that he is stuck in his pit stain of a family house, launched across the table, disregarding magic or wands for raw fists.
Fred and George watched Sirius in silent admiration, while Remus and Mr. Weasley tried desperately to drag Sirius off of Snape. Sirius kicked a couple chairs out of his way, as his hands wrapped around Snape's slimy neck. "I'm leaving," Snape shouted hoarsely, over the sounds of Sirius screaming and more chairs being flung.
Remus managed to grip Sirius around the waist and yank him back. Snape immediately stormed out of the room.
Ginny braced herself as the dining room door started to swing open. She caught a glimpse of black robes, and black hair, before she flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around a thick neck, and puckering her lips.
Luckily, she kept her eyes open.
Ginny screamed and fell backwards. Snape stared down at her, his face pale and his hands twitching. "What were you trying to do?" he hissed.
"N, n, nothing," Ginny stammered, shaken to her core,
Snape closed his eyes for a moment, and shook his head. "Fifteen points from Gryffindor when we return to school," he muttered. "Abnormal freaks," he added, before he apparated out of the house completely.
Ginny sprang to her feet and shuffled quickly over to Hermione and Tonks. Hermione was holding a hand over her mouth, her chest perfectly still.
"Go ahead," Ginny hissed, sinking back into her chair. "Laugh."
Hermione and Tonks stumbled over to the couch, cackling insanely the whole way. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Hermione said, shaking her head, and looking sympathetic at Ginny. "But…you almost kissed Professor Snape?"
"I thought he was Sirius," Ginny shouted. She shuttered and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat.
Tonks buckled over with another wave of laughter. Sitting back up, she started wiping the tears that were hovering under her lower eyelid.
"Nymphadora," Ginny called icily; Tonks stopped laughing and raised an eyebrow at Ginny. "Your turn." Ginny sat back, thinking of something to make Tonks do.
"Hello, ladies. Having fun?" Mr. Weasley said, as he entered the sitting room. He smiled brightly at Tonks and made his way up the staircase.
A wide, crocked smile spread over Ginny's lips. "I dare you to kiss my Dad," she stated.
"Ginny, he's married," Hermione said.
"Oh, it's not like he would tell Mum," Ginny tried to reason. "That's my dare; take it or be burned."
Tonks sighed, and stood. "My near porcelain skin does not appreciate the threat, Ginevra," Tonks dead-panned. She bowed her head, and saluted as she made her way up the stairs.
Hermione and Ginny sat in giddy silence, waiting for Tonks to return. Or hear someone scream, which is exactly what happened.
Tonks bounded down the stairs, laughing hysterically. She tripped on the corner of the small table next to the couch, and fell face first into the cushions.
"That was Ron screaming," Ginny said, her voice all ready lit with giggles.
Tonks nodded; face still pressed into the couch.
"Did you kiss him?" Hermione shouted, angrier than she ever intended to sound.
"Almost," Tonks said, sitting up, eyes puffy from all the happy tears that were streaming from her them. Ginny bounced onto the couch and motioned for Tonks to explain.
"I thought…I saw red hair walk into the bathroom. You know red hair attached to someone's head-"
"Hair attached to someone's head…how unusual," Hermione murmured, interrupting Tonks.
Tonks playfully pushed Hermione and continued. "So, I was positive that it was Arth…your father, Gin. So, I followed him into the bathroom…only it wasn't your Dad…it was R, R, Ro-on," Tonks voice started to falter with more laughter. "And I…I…didn't reali…realize it was him, until….my lips were dangling almost pressed against his."
"And he screamed?" Ginny managed before she fell over laughing. Hermione allowed her self to laugh too; after she heard the word 'almost', but never would she acknowledge her relief.
"Yes, he, um, ahem, well I screamed when he threw someone's hair brush at me…after I, ahem, changedmyappearanceintoHermione."
"…what?" Hermione asked, her smile dropping instantly.
"I made myself look like you….it was a joke!"
Ginny held her hands over her mouth, and stared terrified at Hermione, who was glaring at Tonks.
"Game over?" Tonks asked.
"Most defiantly," Hermione confirmed, nodding.
Tonks stood up, and stretched her arms out, extending her bellowing yawn. "Wow, its 8:00! I'm going home." Tonks waved to the girls before she disappeared.
"It's not that late," Ginny commented. "What do you want to do, Hermione?"
Hermione stood up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Nothing," she shrugged. "I think I might go grab a book."
Ginny flopped onto her back as she watched Hermione shuffle over to and up the stairs. Sighing loudly, Ginny tried to come up with something worthy to do with her time. She closed her eyes, only for a second, to block out the light that was making her head pound.
Ginny reopened her eyes, and sat up. What she saw made her eyes widen and a smile blast across her face. Surrounding the couch where she slept were dozens upon dozens of bright red roses. They covered the entire floor, and blocked the doorways in and out of the room. There were so many, that in one corner, they were stacked up on top of each other, the petals of the very top flower brushing against the grey ceiling.
Ginny placed her feet in front of her, on the small patch of floor that wasn't covered, and instantly a clear path split through the bouquets. Ginny let her eyes travel the length of the path and her breath caught in her throat at what she found at the end.
Leaning against the wall, twirling one perfect rose in his fingers, was Sirius. He was wearing tight black robes that opened up slightly at the top, revealing a perfect chiseled chest. His long black hair was shiny and hung dangerously over his eyes. Sirius started to walk towards Ginny, and as he got closer Ginny noticed that his face seemed to be lifted of his years in prison. She never saw him look more handsome.
"Hello, Ginny," Sirius cooed in his husky, silky voice.
"Sirius," Ginny gasped. Sirius bent down and dragged his hand down Ginny's jaw line, allowing his thumb to flick over her bottom lip. Ginny's breath hitched and she felt her face burn where Sirius touched it. "Is this all for me?" she whispered, barely able to speak.
Sirius nodded and playfully twisted his fingers into Ginny's ginger hair. He brought his face closer to hers. "I wanted to show you how I felt, Ginny," he said, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. The heat was almost too unbearable for Ginny to survive another second not kissing this man. Sirius stood up and motioned with his hand for Ginny to do the same. "Now, kiss me. Get up, off that couch; now."
Ginny didn't need to be told twice. She stood up, wrapping her arms around the man of her dreams, and drove her lips against his.
"Ginny?" Ron screamed, pushing his sister off of him. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
Ginny shook her head and looked around the room. No roses, no tight robed Sirius. Just Ron blushing with anger, and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"I told you to get up, off that couch…not try to make out with me! Ugh! Please tell me you were delirious?" Ron asked, stumbling backwards.
Ginny unable to speak, just simply nodded her head. "I, I, I was dreaming," she managed.
"I hate my life," Ron said. Still gagging, he ran out of the room.
Ginny leaned back against the couch and stared straight ahead. "That," she said out loud to anyone who happened to be listening; "was the most disgusting thing I have ever done in my entire life." Ginny swallowed and rubbed her eyes. That is also the second time I should have ended up kissing Sirius!
"Ginny?"
Ginny looked over towards the kitchen door. Hermione's head was sticking out of it, but by the blank look on her face, Ginny could tell that luckily Hermione didn't see anything.
"Are you awake?" Hermione asked. Ginny nodded, and stood up. "Come play cards with Remus, Sirius and me."
Ginny, eager to forget what just happened, bounded over to Hermione and followed her into the dining room.
Sirius and Remus sat at the end of the table. Remus attempted to shuffle a deck of playing cards, with Sirius trying to grab them from him. Hermione sank down into the chair next to Remus and nodded her head towards the chair next to Sirius. Ginny sat down, and tried to nonchalantly scoot her chair closer to Sirius.
"Hello, Ginny," Sirius said, in the same voice he had in her dream. Ginny felt the butterflies gauging for flight in her stomach.
"Do you know how to play poker, Ginny?" Remus asked her, starting to deal cards out to each of them.
"Nope," Ginny said, smiling wide and prodding the cards in front of her like they might be poisoned.
"Oh," Hermione said, looking up at Remus. "Should we teach her?" Remus and Hermione shared a weird smile, and Sirius dropped his head onto the table with a sigh.
"I'm sick of sitting here, Moony," he shouted. "Let's do something else?"
"What else is there to do?" Remus asked him, gathering all the playing cards back up.
"Well, I can think of a couple things," he said, smirking. Ginny kicked Hermione under the table, smiling with excitement.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled her chair back. "How about we play charades?" she asked. "It'll give us something to do, and give you exercise Sirius."
"Charades?" Sirius and Ginny asked together, sharing the same look of puzzlement.
"Do you know how to play charades…Remus?" Hermione asked, trying to casually call Remus by his first name, but she couldn't stop her voice from cracking.
"Yes, Hermione," Remus said, smiling sweetly at her. "You'll enjoy it Padfoot. You get to act obnoxious and insane, for a reason."
"Sounds good to me," Sirius said, rubbing his hands together.
"Ok, we need to split into teams," Hermione said. She started pointing her finger between her and Ginny to indicate that they be on a team together. Her brain immediately thought of the most efficient way to play the game; since Ginny didn't know how to play, Hermione would be on her team and Remus would do the same for Sirius.
"What if we just split the table in half," Sirius spoke up, dragging a long finger across an invisible line between him and Remus.
"Sounds good to me," Ginny squeaked, unable to contain her excitement.
"But neither of you know how to play," Hermione pointed out.
Remus cleared his throat loudly. "Odds are on us, then," he whispered to Hermione, eliciting a bright smile from her.
It took twenty minutes and two examples until Sirius and Ginny completely understood charades. Still unsure that they really got it, Hermione suggested that Remus and she go first. Sirius and Ginny giggled as they wrote something for Hermione to act out on a slip of parchment and handed it to her.
Hermione opened the piece of paper and read the words written lopsided across it. She sighed loudly and glared at the two, who were still giggling, perched on the ends of their chairs. "This doesn't fit into any category we choose," she said, referring to the three categories that Remus set up to for them to choose from; movies, music or literature.
"Forget your precious categories," Ginny exclaimed. "This is much more fun!" Sirius and Ginny nodded enthusiastically, and Remus smiled, motioning for Hermione to just continue. "You have thirty seconds," Ginny added.
Hermione sighed again and counted the words on the paper. She held up her hand, accompanied with a look of utter disgust.
"Four words," Remus said.
Hermione dropped to the ground and began crawling around in a circle.
Remus looked over at Sirius, who was bouncing with laughter. "Padfoot," he said.
Hermione nodded and stood up, brushing dust and dirt from her knees. She gave Remus another look of disgust and tapped her head. Think about it, she mentally screamed at him. Don't make me act this out.
Remus, to even Hermione's surprise, knew exactly what Hermione meant by her finger tapping. "Padfoot is the sexiest…?" he announced, a little unsure of himself.
Sirius' and Ginny's face dropped in shock, and Hermione jumped up and down. "Yes! That's it," she shouted, showing Remus the parchment.
"How…?" Sirius stuttered.
"I know you," Remus said, laughing. "Now, what should we make them act out?"
"We want a category," Sirius shouted.
Hermione shook her head, but her icy demeanor melted after one second of being looked at by Remus's soft eyes. "What do you want your category to be?" she asked, her mind suddenly fogged.
"Candy," Sirius squealed. Ginny nodded her head in agreement.
"Muggle candy," Hermione added, smiling wickedly at Remus. Remus matched her smile and tore off a piece of parchment. He grabbed his quill and quickly wrote something down and showed it to Hermione. Hermione laughed at Remus's extensive knowledge of candy and folded the parchment up, handing it off to Sirius.
Sirius stared at the paper, at Remus and back to the paper.
"You have thirty seconds," Hermione said, holding her watch up.
Sirius panicked and held up two fingers.
"Two words," Ginny said.
Sirius frantically pointed at Hermione.
"Hermione," Ginny said. Sirius shook his head vigorously and pointed more fiercely at Hermione. "Oh, uh, she? Girl? Her?" Sirius jumped up and down, nodding and holding out his hand to tell Ginny to stop. "Her? Her," Ginny said, still confused.
Sirius once again pointed towards Hermione, who was now hiding her laughing face behind Remus's shoulder. "Her! No? Hermione? Girl?"
"Ten seconds, Padfoot," Remus said, grabbing Hermione's wrist to look at her watch.
Sirius squeaked and waved his hands towards Hermione.
"Hermione? Girl? She...She?"
Sirius sat down next to Ginny and nodded his head, trying to motion for Ginny to put the two together.
"Her and she?" Ginny said, confused. Sirius nodded. "Her-she…?"
"Five seconds," Hermione said.
"Her-she," Ginny said again. Sirius nodded and puckered his lips, pointing at them with his finger. "Her-she…lips?" Ginny mumbled. "Oh, those crazy wax Dracula lips!"
"No," Sirius hissed. He covered his mouth and furrowed his brow apologetically at Remus.
"Three seconds," Remus said laughing with Hermione.
Sirius pointed to his lips again and then at Ginny's mouth. "Her-she…lips…?" Ginny tried again.
"One second," Hermione squeaked.
Sirius, frantic with the thought of losing, grabbed Ginny's face and kissed her softly but with determination. Pulling back, Ginny was a mess of nerves, blush, desire, and shock.
Ginny swallowed hard, and Sirius sat back, suddenly realizing what he just did. "Her, Her, Hershey Kisses," Ginny announced, shifting her foggy eyes over to a very surprised looking Hermione.
