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A/N : Anyone actually remember this fic? Well too bad if you don't! Haha lol this is the one I'm updating for today! So if you don't remember/don't want to read it then good luck and enjoy finding some other fic to read! But for those of you who DO remember it (you're all my favorites!) here you go! Hope yeah likes! Enjoy!

And The Truth Comes Out

Plan Executed

Chapter Five

'What do you say to that, Mione?' Ginny grinned evilly from where she sat on the Common Room sofas.

Ginny had just cornered both Ron and Hermione and Harry was forced to bare witness to the whole ordeal; partly because the youngest Weasley sibling had him wrapped around her little finger, and partly because he had been in on the plan. It had been Ginny's idea to simply sneak a truth potion into Ron's drink and force him to tell Hermione how he felt about her, but even Harry had to admit, she was good. He never would have thought of something this cunning, which was why she was head of the operation. Now though, Harry sat on Ginny's left, watching his best friends go very red in the face.

'I ... er, well ... I think we should ...' Hermione stuttered uncomfortably as she moved from the edge of the sofa and shifted away from Ron just a bit.

'Is that a no to my question?' Ginny asked her sweetly, 'you don't have any specific questions you'd like to ask my darling brother? Nothing about an undying love or anything?'

Harry moved closer to Ginny and shook his head, she was pure evil. 'Well, lucky for you, I'm sure Ginny has plenty of questions to ask.'

She feigned shock, 'No way, like I said,' she smiles, 'Harry came up with this whole thing! Very clever of him, though, don't you agree! A real mastermind.'

'Yeah,' Harry said dryly, 'Must have a very corrupt way of thinking.' He grinned when he saw the look on Ginny's face, sarcasm and a hint of pride mingled together.

'I'll show you corrupt,' Ginny giggled, poking him in the side, 'Just wait.'

Harry poked her back in response and continued, 'So, what shall we ask dear old Ronnie anyway?' he wondered aloud to her.

'Well, Harry I know that if I had thought of a few questions for Ron the first on the list would be,' she stopped and turned to face her brother, 'do you love this girl? The one you have a crush on?' she asked in an over exaggerated tone.

'Yes,' he spit out bluntly.

Harry and Ginny turned to each other and let out a long 'Aww!' while Hermione shrunk away into the sofa looking rather like a child would if they passed an ice cream truck without buying a cone.

Ginny ignored the look on her face and carried on with her torture, 'Do you want to kiiiiiss her?' she sang out.

'Yes,' he mumbled, going even redder in the face.

Ginny shrieked happily, 'Do you want to hooold her?' she batted her eyelashes.

'Yeah,' the tips of his ears were on fire now.

'Hey Ron?' Harry interrupted Ginny's torture, 'how long have you been in love with her?'

Ginny clapped her hands and placed her elbow on Harry's knee, leaning forward to rest her head in her hand, looking sweetly up at her brother, 'Yes, how long have you loved her for?'

Ron sighed and buried his face in his hands and mumbled 'Since fourth year.'

'Merlin! If you're talking about Fleur!' Hermione jumped to her feet angrily.

His head shot up quickly and looked around, 'God, Hermione! Shut up and sit down. Do you want more people to come and watch?'

She sat down reluctantly and, in a huff, threw herself back into the sofa. Harry looked sidelong at Ginny, grinning. He muttered, 'Wow, they're both real thick aren't they?'

Ginny stifled a giggle and looked amusingly at Ron, 'I think Hermione wants to know, Ron. Is it Fleur?'

'No,' he said automatically, although Harry had to wonder if that was really the truth potion or him trying to defend himself.

'Hey, speaking of fourth year, though ...' he trailed off and waited for Ginny to pick up, which she did within seconds.

'Yes, speaking of fourth year, Ron didn't you have a cow when you found out Hermione was going with Krum?' She looked at Harry with a look of fake question, 'What ever happened to that Krum figure you got at the World Cup?'

'I mangled it,' he said quietly.

Ginny burst out giggling and barely managed to get out her next question, 'Why?'

'Because I didn't like that he was going to the ball with Mione,' he answered flatly.

'Ron! You have to let this anger go!' Harry beamed, taking on the tone of a councilor's.

'Honestly, you're so immature about this. I must have told you at least a million times by now, Viktor and I are only friends,' Hermione rolled her eyes.

'Yes well ...' Ron trailed off, annoyed.

'Do something before they start to fight, that'll really make it hard for him to say, "Yes, I like Hermione,"' Ginny whispered quietly to Harry, moving closer to him.

Harry cleared his throat and plowed on, steering the subject away from Krum, 'So, Ron. You said you liked- sorry loved this girl. What year's she in?'

'Sixth.'

'Sixth?' Harry repeated, 'Now doesn't that mean she's in our year?'

'Yes,' Ron glared at his best friend.

'Is it Padama? Honestly Ron, how could you like her? She had a horrible time at the ball!' Hermione jumped to her feet again.

'Bloody - Hermione if you don't sit down I'm going to get Ginny to sit on you!' he pulled her down next to him again. 'Crazy ...'

'Is it Padama?' both Harry and Ginny asked in unison.

'Copy cat,' Harry grinned under his breath. Ginny just responded with a light kick on his leg with her shoe.

'No,' Ron gave a revolted face.

'On a scale from one to ten ... how much do you like this girl?' Ginny smiled sweetly at her brother.

'One being the least bit and ten being the most,' Harry added for clarification.

Hermione threw them a look that clearly said "you guys are really strange."

'Eleven,' he answered automatically.

'Aww! Hermione did you hear that?' Harry beamed.

'Is that not the sweetest thing in the world?' Ginny batted her eyelashes at Hermione.

'Ginny, you're a twelve to me,' Harry joked.

'Oh I know Harry, I know,' she patted his knee and rolled her eyes.

'How sick,' Ron mumbled, shaking his head.

'Jealous that I've found the girl of my dreams and you can't even tell yours that you like her?' Harry teased.

'Seriously, Ron. You should be happy for us! After all, we are getting married,' Ginny joked, moving closer to Harry again.

'Bloody mad ... they're crazy,' Ron informed himself, as if to clarify this.

'Actually, I just might go crazy if Ginny gets any closer to me. She's practically sitting on my lap already,' he grinned and turned to her, 'Ron's going to torture me for helping you with this potion plan, then he'll kill me for hitting on his sister.'

'Thanks for that plan of action,' Ron mumbled, eyeing the two of them, 'I needed one.'

'Am I not worth dieing for, Harry?' Ginny asked dramatically as he poked her cheek and grinned.

Hermione coughed, interrupting the situation.

'Yes, yes, Mione you're right. This is not the time for us to discus Harry and my relationship, we have a much more important issue at hand,' Ginny said, putting on a serious face while trying very hard not to laugh.

'I didn't say that-' Hermione started but was cut off by Harry who was feigning shock.

'Our relationship isn't important to you, Gin?'

'What bloody relationship? You two are just mental, you act like you're going out but you're not! Ginny just broke up with her boyfriend last week! Bloody hell, you're both crazy,' Ron nearly shouted.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other, blinked and averted their attention back to Ron, 'So? Why do you like this girl so much Ron?'

He stared blankly at them for a moment before the truth potion took over, 'Because she's smart and funny and pretty. And even though she's a complete know-it-all I can't help but love that about her. And she's just as stubborn as I am and she's crazy when it comes to things she believes, like Spew. And her stupid hair that's gotta be two times the size of her head, which I can't help but love. And the way she's always nagging me to do my homework which we both know isn't due for at least two weeks, and yet she somehow manages to get me to do anyway. And because I love the way she smiles and laughs and the way she sticks her tongue out just a bit when she's writing and concentrating hard and the way her eyebrows furrow when she's reading a book. And because I love the way she reads for fun. And because she can make me do things like homework and studying after only saying two stupid words "please Ron?" and the way she gets so horribly annoying when reminded us that OWLs are only three months away. And the way she fiddles with her cloak when she's nervous ... like the way she's doing now.'

Silence ... and then, 'Mione? I think he's talking about you.'

'Aw, man! Ginny you totally killed the mood there,' Harry whined, pulling her closer to him.

Neither Ron nor Hermione, though, seemed to care because right then Hermione pushed herself up to Ron's level and kissed him lightly on the lips. She pulled back and very quietly said, 'It's S.P.E.W, Ron, not Spew.'

And with that she took out a book and began to read, leaving them all shocked and silent.

xoxox

The End