A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for, like, ever! Turns out I did have bad writers block, but then I just forgot about it. Plus, school has really been working up on me. Anyways, on with the story! But not before a quick…

…Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (although I wish I owned Daniel Radcliffe!)

Chapter 4: Ron's Dare

Dean said, "Ron, I have the best dare ever for you." "Oh yeah?" Ron said. "Yeah, yeah it's the best ever. You'd probably be to chicken to take it, though." Dean replied breathing heavily. "Try me, Thomas. Just try me." Ron said, with a hint of recklessness in his voice. "Alright, but you can't chicken out." Dean said, as if he was scared to give Ron the challenge. "Oh, don't worry. I won't be"

"Alright. Your dare is to go into your sisters room, grab some of her clothes, come back into here, put

them on, and--" "Do a belly-dance!" Seamus finished for Dean. Harry, Neville, and Dean just looked

at Seamus with stricken expressions, while Ron's face slowly turned a shade of pale green. "Mate,

that's sick." Ron said, but Seamus just shrugged, saying it would give them a good laugh. "Unless…

your, you know, to scared?" Dean said with a wicked grin. The green tint in Ron's face faded and

turned to a red. "Am not! Fine, but if my sister or brothers find out, your all dead." Harry wasn't to

sure about that, Fred and George did have their way of finding things out, even if they didn't go to

Hogwarts anymore. But, if Ron was willing to go through with it, its his risk.

A thought suddenly struck Ron. "Wait, the last time I tried to get into the girls rooms, the staircase

turned into a slide." Without thinking, Harry said "Just skip the first two stairs and step on the 3rd

one first." His roommates jerked around their heads to look at him. "How do you know that?"

"Hermione told me." Harry replied simply. "And, why did Hermione tell you?" Dean said with raised

eyebrows. Putting two and two together, Harry realized what they were thinking. "No! No, it' not

like that guys, it's just that I was wondering in case we ever had to tell her something important

without making fools out of ourselves like Ron here did." Harry answered smoothly. Casting him one

final awkward, but satisfied look, the guys put their attention back to Ron.

Not much later, Harry unwillingly found himself sneaking around the girls corridors with Ron. He had

absolutely refused to go unless Harry came along with him for the "journey". They passed many

rooms and would occasionally hear a screech or a bunch of laughing. They came to one, that had 5

yellow paper stars around the door, each containing a name. One of them said Ginny W., so they

knew they had found their destination. "Okay, Harry, they're not in there, lets go." They entered the

room, and, surprisingly, there wasn't a lot to look at. A few posters on the wall, but it all looked

normal. Ron found Ginny's trunk, and pulled out a pink sweater, and, thanks to Harry, a jean skirt.

Of course, on Ron, it would be knee length, because of him being so tall, and Ginny being a bit short.

"Okay, okay, I got the clothes, lets go already!" Ron pleaded. "What's the rush?" Harry questioned,

picking up two fuzzy pink hairbands. "Its just that whenever Ginny finds me snooping in her room

at home, she basically kicks my ass." Ron said miserably. Harry sniggered. "Aren't you the older

brother?" he teased, "Come on, grab some of her make-up for the fun of it." Ron sighed, but scooped

up what looked like simple powder. "I got the make-up, now lets just go!" Ron said, and without

waiting for a response, walked out the door, Harry following him.

Once back safely in their room, Ron slipped on his sisters clothes over his, struggled to put his short

hair into pig-tails, and began applying as little make-up as possible. When he was finished, he turned

to his friends. With one look at him, it was enough to send them into a hysterical laughing fit. "R-

Ron! Thank M-M-Merlin you're not a g-g-girl! You'd be hideous!" Neville wheezed. Harry, Dean,

and Seamus were to busy cracking up to say a word. Ron studied himself in the mirror, then turned on

them again, a fake puppy-dog look on his face. "You don't think I'm boo-ti-ful," he asked, batting his

disturbingly pink eyelids. That only caused all the boys to collapse laughing. Once Seamus had

whipped the tears from his eyes, he said, "Okay, Ron now do the second half." Already in a some-

what good mood from laughing, Ron gave a quick nod, stood up, took a deep breath and began wildly

dancing. Anyone standing outside of their room would have to think that the 5 boys would run out of

breath from laughing so hard.

A/N: Yay! Chapter finished! Okay, next chapter is even more embarrassment for poor Ron. I promise I'll try to get it done and up within the next week. I'm really sorry if I don't though. PLEASE read and review! No flames, please!

Yours truly,

Me!