Ron sat there, slightly inebriated. The world was a little fuzzy, though if he squinted, he could see everything well. This was his first time drinking Firewhiskey, infact, it was his first time drinking anything like it, and he was enjoying himself. He knew Ginny had taken the bottle from the twins old room, but he had no idea where they had gotten it. The muggle game was actually pretty funny, he was having a good laugh. Hermione, Harry and Ginny were also a bit toshed, and right now were in hysterics at the fact that Ron had once called Mrs Weasley, McGonagall.

It was Hermione's turn next, and she chose Ginny.

"Truth or Dare?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. Not one of them had chosen dare so far, they all knew what that could lead to.

"Truth!" She giggled.

Hermione had a wicked grin on her face.

"Who do you fantasise about? I mean, who do you really fancy?"

Hermione must have been really drunk, Ron figured, because she wasn't the slightest perplexed by Ginny's glare. While Ginny had blushed, Harry had sat up a little straighter, trying not to act too concerned, but failing miserably.

Ron nearly laughed.

"Well?" He asked, winning himself a glare from Ginny.

"That's not fair! None of you have had a question like that so far. I'm not answering." She folded her arms across her chest.

"Aw, come on Ginny! It's just us four! We won't tell him." Hermione giggled.

After much prodding and teasing from Ron and Hermione, Ginny muttered something along the lines of, "'Arry."

She looked determinedly at the floor, and Harry took a new interest in his glass, but couldn't hide the grin creeping across his face.

Suddenly, Ginny looked up, and spun around to look at Ron.

"I choose… Ron" Now it was she who wore the evil grin.

Oh no, he thought. I know what she'll ask me. He started to panic.

"Truth or dare?"

He smiled back.

Ohh… She wasn't going to get him to talk about his secret… fantasies.

"Dare" He answered with a triumphant smile.

Ginny looked stumped for all about two seconds.

Then she smiled.

I hope she doesn't dare me to eat some spiders or something, the very thought making Ron shake slightly.

"I dare you to… kiss someone in this room. Really kiss. And whoever he chooses has to comply."

Ron glared at his little sister. What a snotty little… He stopped himself just in time.

Harry was smiling, and Hermione was now looking down.

Ginny announced, "Well, it can't be me, that's gross, so it's either Harry or Hermione. Take your pick" She looked positively gleeful at the colour of Ron's face.

"That's not fair!" He hissed.

"Too bad. Harry?" She turned to him, and pulled him up.

"We'll give you some privacy."

They walked out, and closed the door behind them.

Now Ron really started to panic.

"We don't have to, you know. They'll never know." He told Hermione, not looking at her directly.

"Don't you want to?" She asked in a high voice.

"No, I- I mean yes, I mean well… I- it's like this… I-"

He broke off, as Hermione leant over, and looked at him, straight in the eyes.

They held eye contact for a few seconds, before Ron gathered all the courage he had. More courage then it had taken him to face Death Eaters. More courage than it took for him to face his mother.

And kissed her.

At first it was uncertain. Not exactly awkward, but filled with trepidation. Then, as he realised she wasn't pulling away in horror, he kissed her more.

This was like nothing he had ever done before. Nothing else had ever made him feel like he wanted to explode and cry all at once. This was it.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, their tongues meeting, each time sending shivers down his back, and causing butterflies to fly around in his stomach.

His hand moved up to her hair before he realised what it was doing. She placed her arms around his neck, as they moved closer, until she practically sat in his lap. Her hair was soft, as were her lips, and he couldn't get enough. This was what he'd always wanted, and yet-

He pulled back, ending their kiss.

She was drunk. Otherwise this wouldn't be happening.

She looked at him questioning, as they both caught their breath.

"It- it was a dare" He managed to stutter, before standing up, and making a quick exit to his room. He couldn't let her think he had feelings for her. It would ruin everything they had. Because he was certain that Hermione Granger would never, ever feel the same about him.

He didn't look back. If he had of, he would have seen the heart-broken look on Hermione's face.