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Flashback:

Hermione conjured a fourteen-sided dice and a bottle and turned to the others.

"I'm improvising it so here's how the game works: When it's your turn, you roll

the dice. Whatever body part it lands on, you have to kiss. The 14 sides are

forehead, ear, nose, lips, cheek, hand, neck, chest, butt, thighs, calf, shoulder,

spine – which means down the spine, by the way - and all-over, which is all of

the above. You spin the bottle and have to kiss whoever it lands on.

Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Harry saluted, grinning. "You go first."

"Fine." Hermione huffed, rolling the dice.

She winced when she read the words, 'All-Over'. Closing her eyes, she spun the

bottle. When she opened them, she looked where the bottle's tip was pointing.

George.

OOOOOOOO

Hermione's mouth went dry and she glanced at Fred worriedly before looking back at George.

"Can I pass?" She said finally.

"Oh come on, Hermione." Ginny grinned. "I mean, sure, it's the wrong twin but what the heck. It's

just a game."

"Just a game." Hermione repeated to herself. She turned to Fred. "Do you mind?

"Do whatever you want." Fred was glaring at George.

"It's not George's fault, mate." Harry pointed out. "Hermione was the one who spun the bottle."

"Well, I didn't mean for it to land on George." Hermione said defensively.

"Am I that repulsive?" George grinned.

"No, but she's kind of going out with your brother." Harry said.

"Just roll again." Ron suggested.

Hermione rolled the dice again and checked what it said.

Shoulder.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and crawled over to George as he rolled up his sleeve.

She hurriedly gave his shoulder a peck before going back to her place.

Fred was still frowning slightly and Hermione kissed his cheek. "It's just a game."

Fred sighed. "Yup."

Trying to get the subject off Hermione almost having to kiss George all over, Ginny rolled the dice

and spun the bottle.

The dice stopped rolling: 'NECK'.

She looked to where the bottle was pointing and grinned.

It had landed on Harry.

"Lucky me." She murmured, and Harry smiled.

She slowly kissed his neck, sucking gently on the soft skin. She sucked for a while longer before

pulling away.

Hermione smiled when she noticed the light purple bruise on Harry's neck but didn't say anything,

just in case Fred, George and Ron hadn't noticed.

Ron spun the bottle and checked who it landed on before rolling the dice.

He groaned when he saw that the bottle was pointing to Fred.

"Please tell me I can spin again." Ron said as the dice landed on 'CHEST'.

Harry stifled a laugh. "Of course you can, mate."

Ron spun again and it landed on Hermione.

"Phew, I was hoping it would be you," Ron said, but seeing Fred's glare, he added quickly. "I

mean, since you're the only one who isn't family or a guy."

Hermione hit Fred's thigh softly. "You're so possessive."

Fred smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Sorry."

"What happened to the funny part of you?" Hermione smiled back.

"He's in hiding." Fred laughed.

"She's right! You're getting to be too serious, mate." George said. "Lighten up!"

Fred rolled his eyes, but grinned.

"Hello? We're still playing." Ron said, re-rolling the dice. It landed on 'CHEEK'.

Ron kissed Hermione's cheek lightly then sat back down.

Just then, Mrs. Weasley came in. "It's almost eleven o'clock, dears. You should go to bed."

"Alright, mum." Ginny stood up, taking Harry's hand. She turned to the others. "We'll continue the

game tomorrow, okay?"

The others nodded in agreement and went to their bedrooms.

OOOOOOOO

Hermione brushed her hair as she sat cross-legged on her bed in Ginny's room. "Why do you think

Fred's acting so possessive?"

Ginny rolled her eyes as she crawled into her own bed. "Do you even have to ask?"

"Well, I know he went out with Angelina before…but he didn't seem possessive then." Hermione

put her brush on the bedside table she shared with Ginny.

"That's because he was sixteen." Ginny said, pulling her pillow over her face. "He's much older

now, you know."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Nineteen is 'much older'?"

"Compared to sixteen." Ginny said. "Don't worry about him, he'll be back to normal in a bit."

"I guess." Hermione sighed, lying down and tucking the covers under her chin. "G'night, Gin."

"'Night." Ginny yawned.

OOOOOOOO

"Where're the girls?" Fred asked as he sat down at the table the next morning, helping himself to

some food.

"They're still sleeping." Harry replied.

"Oh." Fred looked a little crestfallen but grinned at George. "So, what shall we do today?"

"Well, pranks are definitely on the list," George said. "But shall we start the day with pranks or end

it with pranks?"

"Start, of course." Fred stood up. "And I think Ginny and Hermione are the perfect victims."

"The 'Dream A-Loud'." George smirked. "Perfect."

They crept into Ginny's room and Fred slipped a 'Dream A-Loud' into Ginny's bed before

slipping another one into Hermione's.

The 'Dream A-Loud' was an item Fred and George had just perfected. Once it was on your bed,

it would cause you to act your dreams out.

Fred and George sat back to watch.

Ginny stood up and started to sing. "Once upon a time, I was falling in love! But now I'm just

falling apart!"

She flailed her arms wildly, shrieking. "Forever's gonna' start TO-

NIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHTTTT! FOREVER'S GONNA' START TONIGHT!"

Fred sniggered. Ginny's singing sucked.

At that moment, Hermione got up and started dancing. "Whoo-hoo! C'mon everyone!"

George frowned. Hermione's dream sounded weird.

Ginny was still singing loudly ("And I need you now tonight! And I need you more than ever! And if

you'll only hold me tight! We'll be holding on forever!) and Hermione was dancing even more

vigorously.

"Um, remind me never to look into a girl's dream ever again." Fred said, grabbing the Dream A-

Louds.

They turned and realized Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway, mirth dancing in their eyes.

"What're they for, anyway?" Ron asked. "I mean, the Dream A-Louds?"

"Glad you asked." Fred beamed. "If someone's blackmailing you, put a Dream A-Loud under their

pillow and when they fall asleep, sneak in and watch the show. Put the memory into a Pensieve, and

hey, presto! The next time they try to blackmail you, blackmail them back!"

"Um…that sounds kind of useless." Harry grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Yeah, they are kind of useless." George agreed. "We were bored when we made them."

Hermione stirred slightly and the boys rushed out of the room.

Ginny rubbed her eyes and sat up in her bed, yawning. "You know, I just had the strangest dream.

I was serenading Harry then suddenly, everything went black."

"Weird." Hermione agreed. "I just dreamt I was leading an Aerobics class, then everything went

black too."

"Oh well." Ginny slid out of bed. "We'd better not keep the boys waiting. We have a game of

K.I.S.S with our names on it!"

Author's Note: So? What do you think? I love it so far, although I couldn't think of an interesting invention, so I made up the 'Dream A-Loud', which I think is very lame. LOL, but I couldn't think of anything else.

YAHOO! This chapter is a decent length too! Thanks again to all my reviewers! I'll write again before Christmas this year, hopefully. LOL. See you then!