Bill chuckled nervously, "Wow 'Mione, right for the jugular on that one huh?" His right hand nervously scratched the back of his neck and he took a long slow sip of his firewhiskey, hoping the alcohol would inebriate him further, "Easiest way to put it I guess, we realized we aren't right for each other." His eyes seeking out Fleur's, checking that she was still okay.

"That's a cop out, but fine, I'll get the truth from Fleur I s'pose," Hermione responded, baring glancing at Bill. "It's your turn now."

A devilish smirk spread across Bill's face, he knew he was treading dangerously into deep water with this but he couldn't care less right now. "Fleur," he stated all of a sudden very serious about the matter at hand, "Truth or dare."

Fleur's nerves were on edge, not knowing which of the two was safer to pick, all eyes were on her, and she quietly answered, "Truth."

"I've always wondered, back when we were together, why your parents always seemed so disappointed in our relationship."

Fleur closed her eyes, steadying herself for a minute before answering. She knew Bill was aware of the answer, but, after Hermione's question, she knew he just wanted her to say it out loud. "Because, you are not my mate and zey did not understand why I would be wiz you instead."

She downed the rest of her glass and clapped her hands together after placing her glass back down on the table. "Now, hoo iz next?" She looked to her left, seeing Luna and Neville, who looked at each other sheepishly before declaring it too late and leaving quickly, holding onto each other for support. "I tink zey are 'iding somezing. Well zen, zat leaves you, Ron."

"Dare," Ron said confidently, his arms wrapped around Hermione.

Fleur paused for a moment, trying to collect herself and regain control of the beast within her, rearing its head once again out of jealousy. She tried to come up with the most embarrassing task possible, even if it was quite a juvenile reaction. "Zing 'God Save ze Queen' naked on ze balcony."

The rest of the group couldn't help but laugh at Ron's misfortune and his currently bright shade of red.

"Merlin, I'm not one to forfeit, but that is brutal" he said as he made his way to the balcony, while the rest of the group continued laughing at him.

The rest of the game continued on as Ron stood out on the balcony nakedly wailing at the top of his lungs until his return. He wasted no time when he returned, "Harry, truth or dare."

"Truth, mate, I'm not doing anything that embarrassing, not enough booze in the world for that."

"Tell us who you've been seein'."

"Shit, maybe I should've gone with dare after all."

"Oh come on, it couldn't be that bad whoever it is."

Bill cleared his throat and moved over towards Harry, "Maybe I can help answer that one," he slurred, wrapping his arms around Harry and giving him a kiss on the cheek, much to the dismay of the rest of the group.

Ron couldn't hide his surprise, "Harry, mate, you can't be serious! You! With him!"

"Oi, watch what you say! I'm your brother!"

"God don't remind me! Last thing I wanted to know was Harry was shaggin' my brother!"

Harry looked over at Hermione as the Bill and Ron continued to drunkenly argue.

"So, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Right. Um, celebrity crush?"

"Present company excluded?" She questioned back.

Harry couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that, "Depends, is the answer different?"

She sheepishly nodded her head yes. Harry made to answer, but found himself cut off by Ron and Bill noisily making their exit, "Sorry 'Mione, Harry, but we'll have to finish this another time, Bill and I have some things to discuss." He shot a look at Harry who had the good sense to look embarrassed about the situation. As they were walking out the door, Bill turned back to the group, an impish smile on his face and shot them a thumbs up.

Fleur gave Harry a questioning look, feeling like the two of them had been plotting something.

"Go on Hermione, including present company if you would, please."

Hermione and Fleur both found themselves looking down at their glasses, once again full of alcohol. "Fleur" It was barely a whisper, but as soon as she heard it, Fleur's head shot up, eyes wide.

"Moi?" The two of them stayed, looking at each other nervously, unsure of how to proceed.

"Right, well, I'll just go so you can figure this out..." Harry trailed off, talking to nobody in particular.

"You 'ave 'ad a crush on mee?" Fleur's voice going oddly high at the last syllables.

Hermione nodded her head slowly, nervously, silently questioning how this information would impact their friendship. She however, was not expecting what did happen. Fleur nervously whispered, "I 'ave 'ad a crush on you too."