So we had the whole Burrow for ourselves, just the four of us. Mum and dad was at some muggle convention about microwave ovens. A whole house with only four teenagers in it. That only meant one thing...

"Truth or dare!" I shrieked happily. That was my all time favourite game!

Hermione scrunched up her nose in disapproval.

"Honestly Ginny, that's a very immature game, don't you think?"

I just gave her a grimace and she snorted.

"Actually," Ron said, "that sounds kinda fun."

That earned him a smack on the arm from Hermione.

"Ronald!"

Harry sighed loudly and threw his arms up in the air.

"Come on 'Mione! Let's just do this. It could be really..." he paused and looked at me, while I unfortunately was picking my teeth, "interesting."

I took my finger out of my mouth.

"Well, let's get it on then!"

We got four big pillows and sat on them in the living room. I was really nervous, something Ron really didn't help as he kept winking at me and giving me meaningful glances, nodding at Harry. 'Damn it, why did I ever tell that git that I fancy his best mate!' I thought. 'Complete mistake, I see that now.'

"So," Harry said when everyone had gotten comfortable on the pillows, "Who starts?"

No one answered, so I sighed loudly.

"Oh, I'll bloody begin then! Ronald Weasley, truth or dare?"

"Why Ginny Weasley, I think I'll have to say dare," he grinned at me.

I thought for a moment. I had to think of something that'd kill him in the morning. Suddenly, as I got an idea, I grinned evilly.

"You're gonna go up to mums closet, grab the ugliest dress you can find," I paused for dramatic effect, and looked deeply into my brothers horrified eyes, "and put it on."

He looked completely petrified, but to my great surprise Hermione looked giddy. She didn't want to see Ron in a dress, did she? 'Cause that would just be... unpleasant.

"Bloody hell, Gin, you've gotta be kidding!" Ron looked completely petrified.

"Hmm," I said grinning even more evilly now. "For that comment I just think you'll have to dance a little dance for us in said dress."

Ten minutes later Ron stood before the three of us in a big maroon dress of my mothers. I grinned widely as I saw that there even was small flowers on it.

"You really went all out to find the ugliest dress, didn't you?" Harry grunted happily in between laughs.

But Ron just muttered something about it being the nicest one in the closet. Now I couldn't take it anymore, I laughed so hard I thought I would fall over. But Hermione looked expectantly at her boyfriend in a dress.

"Aren't you gonna dance?" she asked with a mile-wide smile.

Ron shot daggers at her. But he did it.

Another ten minutes later when the laughters slowly started to subside and Hermione looked like she was completely breathtaken, Ron smirked at me.

"Truth or dare, my precious little sister?"

I flinched.

"Truth," I said before I even could think about it. Damn, this would be bad, I could just feel it.

Ron grinned with an evil spark in his blue eyes.

"What is your exact feelings towards Harry?"

My eyes widened in horror. Then I said really low;

"Well, he's nice, I guess..."

I didn't dare look in to Harrys eyes so I just looked down at my hands resting in my lap.

Damn it! I had a perfectly good chance of telling Harry how I feel, and I screw it up so royally.

So I came to this conclusion today: being a Weasley means blowing every decent chance to tell certain people that you fancy them.

Why does that strike me as not the thing my dear brother meant when he told me about the Teories? Hmpf.

A/N: I know I haven't updated in a while, I just couldn't grasp the plot completely. But now I think I have, what do you think? Should I keep going? Reeevieeeew! ;)

TTFN - Ta ta for now!