Disclaimer: I'm British, blonde, female, and enjoy writing about Harry Potter. Can I have the copyright now?
A.N. Sorry about the length time it took me to update. Everybody's busy this time of year though, aren't they?
'Ahm' said Dean cautiously. 'I think they've forfeited the game. Shall we keep playing?' everyone nodded, so he addressed his ex. 'Gin, truth or dare?' 'Dare' she replied defiantly. 'Only option for a Gryffindor' this met with general approval. 'Ok, I dare you to…' his face lit up evilly 'Declare your love to Snape, tomorrow morning at breakfast!' Ginny nodded, looking sick. 'Harry, truth or dare?' she asked, miffed. 'Truth!' he said hurriedly 'I don't want to declare anything to Snape!'
Ginny grinned wickedly 'Apart from Cho, have you ever liked a girl better than me?' The veritaserum took over 'Nope. It's always been you, Gin'. Ginny smiled 'I might not have to kill you at all, if you keep this up'. Harry smiled back at her. This continued for roughly five minutes, until Hermione coughed. 'Harry, on with the game? At least until you two get somewhere private, perhaps?' she suggested tactfully. Harry blushed 'Of course, mate, you're right. Truth or dare?'.
Damn, thought Hermione. Didn't expect him to say that. Out loud she said, looking more confident then she felt 'Truth, I suppose'. Hopefully the 'getting to know you session' with Ron would be enough. Harry got an unusually devious look 'Do you fancy anyone in here?' he asked. Ginny returned his look, realising what he was up to. 'No' she answered honestly. What she felt for Ron had passed out the other side of attraction to something much deeper LONG ago. Next to her, Ron visibly deflated. Hermione asked him, for safety, 'Your turn. Truth or dare?'.
Ron was scowling miserably. 'What's the point? It's a stupid game anyway'. Hermione sighed 'Just pick one'. Ron rolled his eyes, but before he could reply Parvati chipped in angrily. 'I'm not having him set her dare, he'll give her something easy! They're dating, he'll just dare her to kiss him or something'. Ron and Hermione blushed. Harry made a motion to offer, but she shushed him. 'Not her best friend, either! You'll give her just as easy a dare'. Ron glared at her. 'Who said I was going to pick a dare?' he asked indignantly. 'I'm having truth! I don't know what you were planning to have me do, Parvati, but tough luck. Ask me anything, though'.
Parvati looked furious. 'Fine! I want you to tell us here, in front you your boyfriend, his baby sister, and your best friend, the exact date and nature of your last naughty dream about the gangly redhead'. Ron stared, open mouthed. He thought they had
been joking when they said she screamed his name occasionally in her sleep. 'I can't' he answered truthfully. Hermione hadn't mentioned anything like that. Well, she wouldn't, would she?
Parvati's eyes glittered. 'I thought you might say that' she smiled evilly 'LAVENDER!' she called up the stairs to her dorm. 'WHAT?' came the reply. 'SHE SAID WHAT YOU SAID SHE'D SAY! BRING THE MAGAZINE!'. There was the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. A very red and flushed Lavender appeared at the staircase entrance. 'I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER!' she bellowed up the stairs. Apparently Seamus had not yet sufficiently been dealt with. Lavender pulled Parvati over excitedly, and they began whispering. Lavender produced a magazine, Ms Magic, and her wand. They burst out in giggles, and seemed to have made a decision. 'Right' said Lavender, advancing, wand raised, on Ron 'This won't hurt a bit, Hermy'. Ron jerked his head back fearfully.
'What the Hell are you going to do to 'her'?' asked Hermione, furiously stepping in front of Ron, blocking him from view. She knew how sadistic her roommates could get. 'Ron, darling' cooed Lavender 'Don't worry. We won't hurt her. We've just got a fabulous spell that's perfect for this truth. She won't tell, so we'll show' she laughed delightedly and, before Hermione could stop them, had aimed a purple mist at Ron. Suddenly they were in Ron's last dream. Ron was lying on his bed, his head resting on his hands. He looked like he was waiting for something, or more likely, someone.
There was a light tapping on the door, obviously someone female. Hermione began praying Please, please don't let it be Lavender. If they think I dream about them together, I'll just have to leave school. Perhaps they'll take me at Durmstrang…Ron jerked his head off the pillow, looking eagerly at the door. She stared as her own body snaked around the crack of the door. Harry and Ginny nudged each other, smirking. Harry raised his hand 'Do we have to watch? It's not gonna be nice for Gin, to see her brother, or me, because Hermione's practically my sister, to see them, uh, well' he coughed, embarrassed. Lavender tutted 'Fine. Be boring' she tapped each of them with her wand, and they faded back into the common room. Ron hastened to get himself tapped too, not wanting to be there when Hermione saw what he knew was coming. Lavender frowned and held her wand behind her back. 'No! Naughty Hermione. If there's something you can dream about, I'm sure you won't mind sharing it with the group'.
Ron groaned. WHY did he have to go out with this maniac? He couldn't bear to watch, particularly as Hermione was staring at him, brow furrowed in confusion. The Ron on the bed was grinning in anticipation, as if this was a situation he was well used to seeing regularly in his dreams. Dream-Ron made a motion to speak, but dream-Hermione shushed him with a finger to her lips, which were curved into a very un-Hermione-like smile. Dream-Ron grinned knowingly, and made a zipping motion across his mouth. Dream-Hermione frowned teasingly, kneeled either side of his legs so she was straddling him, reached down and 'unzipped' his mouth and replaced her hand with her lips on his, forcing his shoulders back onto the bed beneath her.
Lavender nudged Parvati, trying desperately not to giggle and break the horrified trance the 'couple' were in whilst watching the dream. She whispered, not too subtly 'Ooh, I never would have guessed! Looks like our prissy bookworm's been hiding a dominant streak all these years. I'm not sure Ron'll appreciate it though, he always liked to be the forceful type when he dated me'. Parvati raised an unbelieving eyebrow, holding onto her friend for support as she collapsed in lung-bursting snickers.
Unfortunately, this seemed to have broken Ron's trace (though Hermione was still unable to turn away, open mouthed as the action unfolded before her eyes). 'Lavender, shut up. You know NOTHING about what Ron does or does not like. Stop going on about when you had that frankly embarrassing week or two.' Lavender was about to angrily reply, her shoulders squaring against Ron's as if preparing to fight (what with her thinking it was Hermione, not Ron himself). However, both were interrupted by Hermione. 'Lavender, if you don't tell me what spell you used this second so I can reverse it, I swear on um, my, uh, broom! Yes, my broom, that I will, er, tell everyone what you did happened that night' she said in a threatening manner.
They glanced around her large frame to see why she was so bothered. Ron groaned and covered his eyes, cursing himself. 'My, my, Hermy' cooed Parvati 'Not quite as proper as we all thought, are we?'. Dream-Hermione, being in Ron's dream after all, was wearing very little. In fact, she was wearing only one of Ron's big shirts, which barely reached down to her calf. Lavender was looking rather pale, and mumbled some spell or other. Hermione glared, flicked her wand and they all faded back into the common room.
Lavender shot off to bed with a nervous backwards glance at Hermione, Parvati following, smirking. Ron was avoiding meeting Hermione's eyes, even though she was staring at him, her arms folded severely. He coughed. 'Um, well, I suppose I'll be getting off to bed, er, somewhere, if we're done here. Ginny and Harry have disappeared, so the game's over'. He made a motion to slink out of the door, but Hermione beckoned him back. 'That veritaserum was Snape's. You'll still be under the influence. First of all, I guessed that in such a sickening relationship, something embarrassing would have happened, and used it to bluff our way out of that. What happened?'
Ron blushed bright red. 'Do I have to tell you?' he asked, his voice cracking slightly. Hermione glared silently. 'She was going to, uh, you know, but I said no' he mumbled. Hermione raised an eyebrow. 'I'm not gay!' he assured her quickly. She smirked. 'I know. Why did you turn her down? She's gorgeous'. Ron's mouth moved of it's own accord. 'I never planned on going that far with her. I knew it'd ruin my chances with someone much more important'.
Hermione grinned. 'Bet she loved that, I don't think she's ever been turned down before. Come to that, I don't think she's ever turned anyone down before either' she sneered, mollified. 'Am I in your dreams often?' she asked quietly, staring intently at the floor. 'Yes'. Ron was tomato-coloured. Hermione met his eyes. 'Good. Come on, bed-time, I think. We're going home tomorrow, I need sleep to face your family'. Ron looked vaguely affronted 'Hey! They're not that bed! Well, Percy's the most boring person on Earth, and the twins are just annoying, and Bill's mad with wedding plans, and Ginny's so wrapped up in Harry we have to keep an eye on them at all times, but…' he trailed off. 'I see you point'.
'Where are we sleeping tonight?' Ron asked as Hermione led him out of the portrait-hole. 'Well, not the room of requirement because we've discovered it's not safe, not here because I don't want any more humiliation than I've already had tonight, so I'm almost out of ideas' she had a glint in her eye 'Almost'.
A.N. Hahaha! I love magic, it means I can do ridiculously unlikely things to the characters and just say it's a spell.
Sorry about the unbelievable chapter, the slowness of the update, etc. I could give excuses, but I'll spend my time on the next chapter instead.