Hermione smiled gratefully and nodded, feeling horrid as Ron took her flush of guilt at this lie to be embarrassment. It was Hermione's turn now, and she turned to Harry, the only person who hadn't been truth or dared yet, she had the perfect thing in mind for her friend.
"Harry, " she said, breaking the awkward silence "truth or dare?"
"Dare." Harry said grinning devilishly hermione smiled sweetly and leaned towards George, who was sitting diagonally from her. She whispered in his ear, giggling, George's face looked angry, his expression then changing into glee. He got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind some books in his bookcase, then grabbing his wand from a bedside table. Harry blanched, turning pale as George cast a silencing charm on the room.
"Um, Hermione?" Harry asked in a high voice, Hermione just smiled.
"Harry, I dare you to do that thing that Ginny has fantasized about since she was nine, pierce your nipple." Ginny giggled nervously as 2 of her brothers and Harry turned to glare at her, the third shaking the whiskey bottle in Harry's face and conjuring a needle and a clamp, obviously meant for one of Harry's nipples. Their entire gaze now turned to Harry, expectantly. Ginny whispered something in his ear, running her lips up the side and nuzzling his neck. Harry smiled weakly and nodded, turning to Fred and asking;
"Have you ever used one of them things before? Is it sanitary?"
"We're going do it with magic you twat!" Fred replied, slightly miffed that Harry was taking it so well. Harry started to take his t-shirt off, his body sculpted from quidditch, and asked Fred for the whiskey (A/N yes, I know that this is very cliché, but it's gotta be true, I'm sure that it's a great ab work out, you try sitting on a small piece of wood, arms outstretched, trying to catch a small winged thing and not developing muscles from it!) Hermione giggled, and Ginny looked anxious, Harry took a few large swigs from the bottle, and Fred put the clamp on. In a matter of minutes the needle was through, Harry gasped at the quick entry, Fred asking him if he wanted a barbell, or a ring. Harry pointed to the ring, and readied himself for the shove of slightly larger metal through flesh, when Fred was finished he muttered a spell and flicked his wand over Harry's nipple, it healed immediately, the pain now just a memory, the hole now neat and new.
"Good job mate", Fred congratulated Harry, who grinned down at the nipple ring he was now wearing. Ginny oooh-ed girlishly, running her hand over Harry's chest, it was immediately smacked by Ron, scowling irately. Harry smirked and pulled his shirt back over his head. Harry turned to Fred and said absentmindedly (for he and Ginny wee still making eyes at each other),
" Fred, truth or dare?"
"Dare I guess.?"
" Go snog Hermione in the closet for ten minutes" Hermione looked totally shocked, true the thought brought the good kind of flutter to her belly, but what was Harry thinking!
Ron would kill him! Fred shrugged and offered Hermione his arm, she hesitated and then took the muscular limb in her grasp, deciding to blame whatever Ron got mad at on the spell, it was time for her to have some fun. Fred led her over to the closet and closed the door. It was a medium sized closet, room enough for two people to stand slightly apart, but more room if they were close together. Hermione put her arms on Fred's neck; he put his on her back, asking her if she really wanted to kiss him, she didn't really have to. In response she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, starting off softly, but building in ferocity and lust, hermione slid her hands up the back of Fred's shirt, his hands slid down to her rear, pulling her up and pressing her into him, he was kissing her passionately, and she hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist, Things were tumbling from the shelves around them, towels, sheets, and blankets until they were all on the floor unfolded and trampled, and that's when Harry called time. Again. Hermione stopped, disentangled herself from Fred and walked out quickly; pulling her nighty self-consciously downs her thighs. Fred leaned against a shelf, breathing heavily. "That was not just the spell, she wanted me!" he thought to himself "and I want her to so why shouldn't we have each other?" he straitened his shirt and came out of the closet, all seemed the same; Ginny was sitting on Harry's lap talking with hormone, George was bickering with Ron about quidditch, and Harry was trying to control a hard-on. The only person that noticed him as he came in was hermione, she winked at him enticingly, then returned to her conversation. Fred sat down, thinking how bloody surreal this all was, it was all the same, right after he had just had the guts sucked out of him by hermione. This was very odd, very odd indeed.