Chapter 3-Truth or Dare? (Ginny POV)
It was late at night and I couldnt sleep. I walked down to the common room and sat down. Little did I know Seamus was sitting outside of my door. He was starting to creep me out on how posessive he was. He came down, pushed me flat on the couch, and well, jumped on me. So I punched him. Hard. Well, Harry was watching the whole time. This was so emberassing. Seamus jumping me, me punching him, and here I am staring at Seamus's motionless body laying on the floor. Harry walked over to me and sat down by me. I couldnt help it. I started crying. Harry put his arm around me to comfort me. I put my head up against his chest and just cried. Then when I began to recover I woke Seamus up and just whispered lightly to him "Its over." I ran upstaris, into my dormitory, and cried.
It felt good to cry, until the next morning when I walked down into the common room to find people staring at me. I looked in the mirror and found my eyes red and swelled from all the crying. I couldnt believe how I over-reacted so much. But I guess I realized how much I care about my morals last night. And Harry figured it out too.
So later that night I had recovered and Lavender, being the whore she is, suggested a little game of truth or dare. She may act all innocent, but I know what she does on the weekends.
"Ginny, Truth or dare?" She spoke.
"Dare" I replied. Oh shit. Did I just say dare? As soon as I spoke that four-letter word a smirk spread across Lavender's face.
"I dare you..." Oh no. I could feel my heart beating faster as she spoke those words. "To kiss somebody in this circle"
Well I couldnt kiss Fred, George or Ron. Fred and George stayed in their 7th year again. Well they're my brother's so...no. And that leaves Harry or Seamus. "Harry!" I suprised myself at how long it took me to answer such a simple question.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Well I walked over to Harry slowly and looked him in the eye. I think I might've even seen a little smile spread across his face. But if it did, it was only for a split second before he returned to looking akward and scared.
I felt someone tapping on my shoulder some and I slowly broke away
