A/N: Hey everyone! I am so sorry for not updating Thursday, when I was supposed too! I hope this makes up for it. And I just want to make a quick reminder that this chapter is rated M for a reason. They may or may not play a game of Truth or Dare, and the dares are a little saucy. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you've read in a book before. No matter how much I wish I did.

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The next week went by in a blur. Mrs. Weasley was running around like a gnome with her head cut off. She was preparing for the fancy family dinner, with all of the fiancés. She made everyone help with everything; I barely had time to sleep. Ginny and I stayed up late nearly every night sewing or preparing pies. I was starting to fall asleep at the table during breakfast. Mrs. Weasley always woke me up by conjuring cold water and dumping it on my head.

On the night of the dinner, I headed up to Ginny's room to get dressed. Apparently, we all had to dress formally. I didn't own any formal clothes so I had to borrow from Ginny. When I entered the room, she was wearing a short, strapless black number that went beautifully with her hair.

"Hermione! Good, you're here. I have the perfect dress for you!" Ginny said excitedly. I looked at her with wary eyes. I didn't want a slutty dress, a dress like… well, a dress like Ginny's.

"Alright, fine. Show me the dress. But if its too short, I'm not wearing it."

Ginny huffed and walked past me to her closet. She reached in and grabbed a white dress. I gasped. Usually I'm not a huge fan of dresses and dressing up but this dress was perfect. It was a short (but not too short) white number. In the front it had a modest neckline. There wasn't a back, however. It was a bunch of spaghetti strap strings that criss-crossed.

"I don't know about the back, Ginny", I said cautiously.

"The back is perfect. The dress is perfect. You are perfect. You will look perfect in this dress, put it on right now!" said Ginny with a playful snarl.

I slipped the dress on and turned to the mirror. It hugged my curves and made my breasts look bigger, not to big though. I turned around and craned my neck over my shoulder, trying to get a better look at the back. It wasn't too horrible. Ginny waved her wand and my hair settled into long ringlets. She waved her wand again and make-up appeared on my face.

"I told you you'd be perfect", said Ginny quietly.

"Shut up." I said. Then we headed to the dinner, chatting all the way.

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Fred's face was priceless.

His mouth was hanging open and he kept making these sounds like a dying fish.

"Hey Freddie", I spoke as seductively as I could, holding back a laugh. He was still making those fishy noises.

"I… uh…you…yeah. Hermione… you look stunning", Fred said nervously. I laughed, when was Fred Weasley nervous? Fred and I began to walk to the group, I felt something take my hand. It was Fred. I looked at him and he smiled. I blushed in response but squeezed his hand. Harry raised an eyebrow at us but said nothing.

Mrs. Weasley went the whole nine yards. A huge table had been placed under a white tent. There were rose petals everywhere, and the table was covered with a white table cloth. There were nameplates on each seat and food was covering the table. It smelled delicious, there was more food then I had every seen. Even more then the Gryffindor table at Hogwarts.

Fred led me over to our seats. We were near the end of the table and we were sitting across from Ron and Luna.

"Hello Hermione. Hello Fred, Are you alright? You look like nargles have gotten to you", Luna said dreamily. I followed Fred's eyes and realized he was staring at my arse.

"Enjoying the view?" Fred's head snapped up at the sound of my voice. He waggled his eyebrows. Luna tapped his shoulder and handed him and extremely large pair of socks. The socks were bright yellow and had tiny swirls all over them.

"Put them on your ears", she said seriously, "It will keep the nargles out."

Fred and I exchanged a glance and hastily began to drink from our water glasses.

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The next day, Ginny and I were playing exploding snap in our room. Suddenly, I heard Fred's voice call, "Hermione! Come up to my room for a second. I need to show you something!"

"Oooooh! His room!" Ginny said dramatically, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do", she leaned closer to me, "And there is nothing I won't do."

I gave her a quick slap and hoisted myself up from the floor. Whatever could he want? If it's a prank… I swear to Merlin… I walked out of the door and up the stairs to Fred's room. I heard scrambling inside of the room. I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Quick, she's here."

"Is it ready?"

"Yes, yes. Now open the door."

"You do it!"

"No, you!"

"She's your fiancée."

I knocked on the door again, "Hey guys? I can hear you, you know."

The door opened very suddenly and I fell into the room. Rubbing my arse, I looked around. Fred was sitting alone at a small table. There was nothing on the table but a bowl of red sweets. I looked around for George but he was nowhere to be seen.

"I heard voices. Where's George?" I said suspiciously. Fred shrugged.

"He left. It's just you and me."

"Well, what did you want?"

"George and I are looking into making a line of normal sweets. These are our first products and I want you to try one. They're cherry flavored", Fred said innocently.

"They look pretty suspicious to me. And I know you guys would jump at the chance to prank me. I'll eat one if you eat one", I replied, keeping a poker face.

"Fine, then. I promise nothing bad will happen. Just go ahead and try one! I'll do it with you."

I cautiously took a sweet from the bowl. I locked my eyes with Fred's as I put it in my mouth. Fred was right, they did taste like cherries. The taste was very good. I averted my eyes from Fred and looked at his hands as I tasted the sweet. It was a small sweet, however and with a crunch, it was gone. I held my breath for five seconds. Nothing seemed to be happening.

"Hermione?" Fred asked. I never noticed how sexy his voice was before. Rough with just the right amount of softness. If only he'd kiss me. That'd be sexier than his voice. I shook my head, what was I saying?

I noticed I had sticky red stuff on my fingers, remnants of the candy. I stuck my fingers in my mouth, one at a time, and sucked the sticky stuff off. Fred sucked in a quick breath.

"Uh… Could you stop doing that, please? It's really sexy", Fred said. I still couldn't believe how gorgeous his voice was.

"What? You don't… like it?", I stuck another finger in my mouth, "I think it's a good thing that it's sexy. Do you think I'm sexy. Frederick Weasley?"

Fred took a sharp intake of breath. Why was I saying all of this? This wasn't me. But an unknown force seemed to force me to do it. After a moment of fighting, I gave into the force.

"I just want to remind you", I got up from the chair and stood behind him, "that we are going to have to have sex soon. Why not now?" I ran my finger down his face, "It'll be… hot."

"I don't think that would be a very good idea", said Fred, getting up from his seat and backing away from me. I noticed his problem in his pants.

"Want me to fix that?" I murmured. Fred shook his head and continued his retreat. I pounced on him, pushing him to the bed. He fell onto his back and I straddled him. Fred started to look super nervous.

"Hermione, in about a minute, you're going to be really embarrassed by this so just stop. Please, stop."

"No", I growled with a laugh. I took off my shirt and kissed Fred with all I had, "Freddie… You have way too many clothes on." I reached down and started to unbutton his shirt.

Fred whipped out his wand, "Petrificus Totalus!" My legs and arms snapped together and I was frozen, however, my mouth still worked.

"Freddie, why'd you do that? Now we can't shag", I did my sexiest pouty face, "Maybe I should just talk dirty to you, hm?"

"How about we play the quiet game?"

"How about you shut up and fuck me?"

"5…4…3…2…1… Hermione, you should be feeling normal now."

I felt the forceful control leave. A wave of embarresment washed over me as I realized what I had just done. Fred is going to be in so much trouble. It must have been those sweets. Fred swished his wand and I felt the hex being lifted, I could move again. Not caring that my shirt was still off and I was standing there in my bra, I whipped out wand.

"Frederick Fabian Weasley. If you ever pull a prank on me again, you won't be able to make babies. Understood?" I growled. Fred nodded, looking very scared, "As for the time being, I will get you back for this. Not now, but when you least expect it. I was the one who taught Ginny the Bat Bogie Hex, don't make me use it."

I was about to send a hex at Fred (one that would make his balls hurt for days), when Ginny burst through the door, "Hey Fred, Hermione. We're all going to play truth or dare in Ron and Harry's room! Hermione… Where in Merlin is your shirt?"

I blushed and quickly grabbed my shirt. I pulled it on and Ginny looked from Fred to me, then back to Fred.

"What's going on here?" she asked playfully. I pushed her out of the room and closed the door, "Be at Ron and Harry's room in five minutes for truth or dare!" she yelled through the door.

I turned to Fred. He backed away again, his hands in the air.

"What were those? Why didn't they work on you? Do you want to play truth or dare?" I bombarded him with questions.

"Hey! Only one question at a time. They were Lustful Lollipops, without the stick. They make you lust after the first person you see. They only last for 2 minutes however, we're working on making them last longer. I didn't eat mine, so obviously it didn't work. And sure, let's play."

I kept my glare at him strong as we headed out the door.

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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter will be truth or dare, so I have a little contest for you. Here's what you do:

Review this chapter and give me a truth or a dare. The people playing truth or dare are: Ron, Harry, Ginny, Luna, George, Fred and Hermione.

Tell me who the dare is for and whether it's a truth or a dare. The people who's dares I choose, will be credited.

Please don't make the dares too inappropriate. We want a mild M here, not MA.

And in case your wondering, truth or dare is only going to happen once. I'm not going to make it the whole story.

I'll try to update within the next week, I have to see how many truths and dares I get.

Much love!