Ginny was uncomfortable. To say the least. The effects of the alcohol was starting to wear off, and she was more than aware of what she had admitted in the room, and the fact that whom it concerned was standing right next to her, waiting with her for Ron and Hermione.

"So…" She said, interrupting the silence. "Do you think they'll do it? Kiss I mean."

Harry grinned. "We know they both want to. But they don't know they both want to."

Ginny giggled. "Yeah, they're so into each other, it's pathetic! I don't know why they just don't admit it…"

She trailed off. Talk about putting your foot in your mouth. What an idiot.

Harry took his chance. He cleared his throat before continuing.

"Umm… What you said in there… You- Did you mean it?" He added the last part quickly, and looked away.

Ginny blushed faintly.

"Oh, I, well. You know, it's just a game" She blustered. As soon as the words came out she regretted them, for Harry's body stiffened.

"Yeah, a game." He muttered.

"No! I well… maybe" she added in a small voice.

The silence was becoming a problem.

Ginny had an idea.

"Harry, truth or dare?"

Harry turned to her, surprised.

"Uh, truth…"

"Do you, um, fancy anyone?" She managed a small smile.

Harry looked at her for a long minute.

"Yes." He answered.

"Do you think that you and that person may be able to… talk about how they feel?" She asked timidly.

"I hope so."

She decided to be more forward.

"Did you miss me Harry?" she asked, eagerly awaiting his answer.

"Yes." He whispered, stepping in front of her, so they were now face to face.

"Truth or dare?" she asked quietly.

"Dare." He answered looked at her intensely.

She was once more looking into his eyes, looking into his soul. She felt the heat radiating between them, a feeling of longing she had only ever experienced with Harry.

He leaned forward, and she parted her lips slightly. His lips had just grazed hers when they heard the door open behind them, and saw an upset Ron run up the stairs, and slam a door.

They looked at each other concerned, and a distraught Hermione, tears flowing down her face, exited the room, and also ran up the stairs, slamming another door.

They looked at one another again, the moment passed.

"I'd better…" Ginny gestured upstairs.

Harry nodded. "Me too."

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight Gin."