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A/N: May I say again WOW! All you guys are fan-bloody-tastic! I love you guy's soooo much. Yay for you guys. Reviewers: Rock ON! Okay now on with the story, the idea of this chapter is probably WAY overdone but what can you do with a drunken sailor? So while we are still young I give you the next chapter.
Chapter 4
A Spoonful of Veritaserum
Ginny slammed her bedroom door almost knocking it clean off its hinges. She slid to the floor silent tears trickled down her face and dropped to the floor leaving tiny puddles which quickly disappeared as they dried into the carpet instantly. They continued to roll down her cheeks and plop to the floor. The door behind her moved.
"Ginny it's only me" Hermione said through the door.
Ginny moved slightly. Hermione squeezed through the tiny crack that Ginny had made for her.
"Oh, Gin what happened" Hermione gasped as she gazed at Ginny's tear streaked face.
"I made a fool of myself, Hermione jut like I always do." Ginny wailed.
"I'm sure it's not that bad. Tell me what happened" Hermione said softly trying to console the hysterical Ginny.
"Ron made Harry tell me all these silly rules. I could see he didn't want to Hermione but I being the loser I am kept asking him questions like why are these "rules" in place? And. Why were you sleeping beside me? I thought he might like me Hermione. Merlin I'm deluded. I wouldn't care if I never saw Harry or Ron ever again!" Ginny spewed.
"Oh, Ginny, I think Harry does like you it's all Ron's fault. I'm going to have a little heart felt talk with Ronald, give you some alone time." Hermione said softly.
Harry sat in the kitchen with Ron, Fred and George. His skin was crawling he felt dirty how could he of been that mean to Ginny. He could fell his blood boiling like molten rock beneath his skin. He wanted to lash out at Ron it was his entire fault that he felt like this, all his fault that Ginny was probably upstairs crying. He refrained from pummeling his "best mate" into a bloody pulp on the basis that he would have to share a room with him later. The silence was becoming highly unbearable not even Fred and George were talking. Ron broke it.
"God what was her problem" he sighed.
Harry closed his eyes, breathing deeply trying desperately to regulate his breathing, calm himself.
Ron continued. "I mean Harry everyone knew she had a crush on you but I didn't think she was so hung up on you or you know homicidal or anything" Ron smiled.
That stupid idiotic grin was enough to push Harry over the edge. His teeth were now aching as he was grinding them so hard against each other. He released the savage beast, the wild Hungarian horntail screaming inside of him.
"WHY do you have to be such an insensitive moron" Harry exploded. "If you knew she had a crush on me why did you make me say all that awful stuff?" Harry retorted.
"Ron…UGH...sometimes you are so…thick…yeah you are a thick plank!" Harry just realized how lame all that sounded he decided to make a dramatic exit, just to put the icing on the yummy, delicious anger-is-all-out-in-the-open cake.
He stormed out of the kitchen and marched off up to the back of the garden. Ron, Fred and George stared dumbfounded after him.
"Bloody Hell" Ron sighed. "What is in the water?" he asked.
"He is right, Ron" Fred started.
"Shut it Fred I am not an insensitive moron" Ron said.
"No not that, you are really a think plank" George smirked.
"UGH!" Ron groaned and stormed off in the opposite direction, towards his bedroom leaving Fred and George grinning after him.
Ron started pacing in his bedroom.
"I'm not a thick plank…I'm a thin plank, an intelligent plank even" he convinced himself. There was a soft rap on the door.
"Harry if that's you, you crazy git I'd advise you to move away from the door." Ron roared.
"Ron it's me" Hermione sighed.
"Oh, come in" Ron quickly pressed his hair down in an attempt to make it neater.
"Hey Hermione" Ron said smoothly when she burst through the door.
"Ronald why do you have to be such an emotionally stunted worm" Hermione glared.
"Oh boy" Ron sighed. "Let me guess…Why do I have to be such an insensitive moron. If, I knew she had a crush on Harry why did you make him say all that awful stuff? Oh and why am I such a thick plank" Ron said sing-song like.
"Got it in one" Hermione mocked. "You know he likes her right, probably not considering the fact you are a thick plank." Hermione smiled.
"Well I say he isn't allowed to like her!" Ron said plainly.
"OH Ronald, GROW UP!" Hermione slammed the door as she barged gracefully out of the room.
"Great, I must have missed the memo, it must be insult Ronald Weasley day." Ron said slouching on his bed.
Fred and George sat alone in the kitchen trying to spot Harry in the garden with a pair of binoculars Arthur had brought home yesterday.
"Well this won't do Fred." George exclaimed.
"Tell me about it George we apparate ALL the way home to spend some quality time with the family and it looks like we just walked in on an episode of that muggle show Harry showed us; Jessy Pinger was it? Fred asked.
"Something to that effect. Are you thinking what I'm thinking Fred." George said airily
"I'm thinking exactly what you are thinking. It's on the 2nd shelf on the left, right?" Fred asked. George nodded in reply. Crack. Fred was gone. George picked up the binoculars and looked in the trees for Harry again.
"Can you see him George?" Fred asked settling back in his seat.
"Nope did you get it?" George replied.
"Yep. Okay I think Hermione is in the sitting room, I'll take her you go look for Harry in the wilderness there he nodded towards the garden." Fred said heading for the sitting room. George went in search of Harry.
"Hey Hermione" Fred said cheerfully.
"Oh… Hi Fred." Hermione replied dully.
"Don't mind that big ugly troll upstairs sitting up there like a big loner I mean she's not worth it." Fred said.
"Fred!" Hermione giggled. "Ginny hasn't bothered me; Ron on the other hand is an ogre." Hermione smiled.
"Right of course he is. How would you like to play a little truth or dare? You can make Ron sit in a bowl of bogeys. Family fun at it's finest." Fred pitched.
Hermione laughed. "You're on."
Fred left Hermione scheming up ways to extract her vengeance on an unsuspecting Ron.
George finally found Harry lying under a large tree at the very back of the garden.
"Alright, Harry." George greeted.
"Alright, George" Harry replied.
"Ron is such an eejit sometimes." George started
"Wouldn't you just love to make him wear a pink dress?" George asked.
"What!" Harry asked.
"Ok I'll get to the point do you want to play truth or dare." George asked.
"Not right now George anyway revenge doesn't suit me." Harry said lying back on the grass
"Ok so I'll keep you company. Sit back relax and prepare to witness the fury of me naming all the three letter words I can think of; too, inn, ate, see, goo, egg, ebb, the, fix, mix, ask, gel, cow, man, ran, sun, bog, loo…" George continued.
Harry gave in. "Ok, ok. I'll play just shhh." Harry began to stand up. Harry and George started to make there way into the house.
"Can it be a pink, frilly, glittery dress?" Harry asked.
George told Harry to wait in the sitting room with Hermione. He headed upstairs to find his next target.
He could hear Fred in busy with Ginny he had to tackle Ron.
"How dare you just apparate into my room Fred" Ginny screamed.
"Oh dare, are you psychic or just a good guesser how about a game of truth or dare?" Fred said ignoring Ginny's little outburst.
"Are you paying any attention to me do I look in any mood to play a childish game like truth or dare" Ginny snapped.
"No you look like a zombie, eyes out of your sockets, green tinge to the skin, looking at me like you want to maul and eat my flesh yep it's a definite zombie vibe I'm feeling." Fred replied looking Ginny up and down and nodding.
"Fred! Shoo go away." Ginny said simply.
"Come on gin you can make anyone you want suffer; take Harry for example you can make him kiss Ron; or wait worse you can make Ron kiss mom. I mean sick or what? It is so not a childish game it's a mans game!" Fred tried again.
"Oh ok." Ginny smiled hitting Fred lightly with a pillow.
George knocked on the door a formality really as he burst through it without Ron answering.
"Ah, Ron my boy. Why are you sitting up stairs like a big ole loner?" George asked.
"I'm not a loner I'm simply spending time with myself." Ron replied.
"Roughly translated big stinky loner." George continued much to Ron's disgust.
"Did you come up for a reason other than to insult me?" Ron spat.
"Although it is a great joy in life I come on another mission to ask you to join in, in our little game of truth or dare. Drink a little pumpkin juice, eat some crunchy frogs, toast some pygmy puffs on the fire you know fun stuff." George stated.
"Only if we don't have to toast pygmy puffs." Ron said.
"Deal, to the sitting room, away." George said dramatically.
It was 6 o' clock by the time Fred and George had rounded up everyone. Arthur working late again and was expected home until early morning. Molly was over at Tonks trying to console her. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione sat together awkwardly in the sitting room. Ron was talking to no one Harry was talking to Hermione but now couldn't as she was talking to Ginny.
Fred and George were in the kitchen preparing the pumpkin juice. Fred pulled a beaker of clear liquid from his pocket.
"George get a teaspoon." Fred said.
"Read the label Fred." George replied.
"Dilute Veritaserum (mild). Add one teaspoon of liquid to 500ml to another liquid. Stir well. Side effects may include; itchiness, babbling, urges to lick other people's shoes, blurting, hair loss, tiredness, growth of new parts and broken hearts. (In the case of men if the swelling does not go down within one day contact your local G.P)" Fred read.
"Sounds like a hoot. I'd hate to hear the side effects of pure Veritaserum." George continued. Fred and George both began to sing as they mixed the potion to the pumpkin juice.
"A spoonful of Veritaserum helps your hair to fall out, hair to fall oooouuut, hair to fall out. A spoonful of Veritaserum helps your hair to fall out in the most delightful way."
Fred and George carried in the drinks and some snacks. They settled themselves on the rug comfortably.
"Yum you have got to taste this juice" Fred said.Everyone picked up their glass and took a sip.
"What, it's just plain juice" Ron said as he took a sip of the juice.
"Woah you must be missing something it is the most wonderful juice I have ever tasted that's for sure" George said. Everyone took another sip.
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Ron it tastes just like juice to me" Hermione said.
"Your taste buds must not be properly developed." Fred said.
"Oh please we are a debate about juice, we are having a debate and juice is in it. Can we just get on with the game?" Ginny asked.
"Ok ok, relax the kaks lil sis." George continued.
"Ok I'll go first. Harry truth or dare?" Fred asked.
"Truth!" Harry shouted before he could even think.
"Ok emm… oh do you fancy my little sister Ginny Weasley?" Fred asked.
Ginny turned crimson she shot an angry look at Fred.
"Yeah obviously." Harry said plainly. "Ok my turn now he said cheerfully."
Ginny, Ron and Hermione were staring at him but he paid no notice.
"Ron truth or dare?" He asked.
"Excuse me you can't just say something like that and continue like it was nothing that is way beyond the rules that's just… bad Harry bad…" Ron spluttered.
"I had to tell the truth! Ron truth or dare?" he asked again.
Ron sighed before even realizing it "truth" slipped out of his mouth.
"Yay good choice I've got one… what was the last thing you dreamed about?" Harry asked.
"Easy, Hermione's sweet cherry lips pressed softly against mine. But Harry you can't say you fancy my sister it's against all god and man." Just then it registered in his head what he had said he looked over at Hermione who was now a deep magenta colour. Fred and George were rolling on the floor in convulsions of laughter.
"Oh I mean, Hermione floating in trough my window." Ron said. That was not what he wanted to say spiders he thought spiders.
"Sorry last dream was Hermione standing on a beach her hair fluttering in the wind." He said. "Ok enough lets just continue shall we, Ginny truth or dare?"
"Truth" It came out. She really didn't want a truth after that little show.
"Ok. Is it true you hide deep, meaningful love letters to Harry under your bed?" he asked
"Yes. I keep them in a charmed shoebox the password is yrrah evol I; I love Harry spelt backwards." She spewed.
"I'll have to get my hands on some of them" Harry smiled.
A part of her was glad he knew she didn't really care knowing that he liked her.
"Right my turn. Hermione. "Ginny said.
"I don't want to play anymore I'm sleepy" Hermione said.
"You're not getting out of it that easy, last one of the night I'm wrecked too." Ginny smiled.
"Fine, truth, play nice Ginny." She said sounding terrified.
"Ok Hermione. Do you kiss a photograph of Ron every night before you go to sleep?"
"Oh, god how did you know." She said hanging her head.
"Woah, I really am tired" Hermione yawned bed time I think.
"It's 7 o'clock Hermione" George said.
Ron stretched "I'm jacked. I'm going to have a little power nap."
"40 winks sounds good to me." Ginny said yawning too.
"A little nap wouldn't go astray alright." Harry also yawned it was contagious.
The four of them filed out and trudged up the stairs.
The twins fell to the floor again in knots of laughter. "Are we good or what Fred."George said.
"Matchmakers we are, matchmakers." They both sang again.
"Matchmaker, matchmaker find me a match find me a find catch me a catch."
They laughed again. Suddenly the door opened Harry's head peered around it.
"Em, George all during that little game I had this uncontrollable desire to em… lick your shoes you wouldn't mind if I borrowed them would you." Harry said completely confused with his own actions.
George unlaced his shoes and handed them to Harry. "Work away mate." He smiled.
A/N:So everyone what did you think worth the wait or not so much...(I personally feel it is quite humourous in places, or am i simply a deluded pscyhopath? review tell me should i check myslef into the closest mental instiution?)