Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting on Ron's bedroom floor making scissor cut designs on their bodies when Ron suddenly got an idea.

It was their third night at the Weasley's for Christmas break and already they were bored out of their minds. Harry actually secretly wished he could be back at the Dursley's this Christmas, even if all he'd get in the way of presents was one of Uncle Vernon's used condoms. At least at the Dursley's place he could spy on Dudley and his Aunt taking their nightly showers together. (Dudley always did forget to get between his lard rolls.)

"I've got a great idea chaps!" Ron squealed.

"What's your idea?" inquired Hermione.

"Oh do tell us!" chirped Harry.

"Well how about a game of….Truth OR Dare!?" He pulled out a battered old video camera that seemed to have a few special additions on it, no doubt something Mr. Weasley had cooked up in the garage without his wife's knowledge. He had many secrets Mrs. Weasley would probably never find hiding in that garage.

Hermione was practically peeing herself with excitement when she gushed, "I'll go first! DARE I choose DARE!"

Then Ron said in his best "solemn" voice, "Okay Hermione-I dare you to make love to me right now!"

"Uuuurgh," Harry growled under his breath and left the room. He was in no mood to watch Ron role play tonight. He had been looking forward to getting his turn. When he passed by Ginny's room he peeked inside. It had changed a lot since he'd last visited the house. There were no longer dolls and story books on her shelves, or her rock pets she'd been attempting to charm into living creatures. All the little girl had been drained from the room and replaced with shelves of smutty romance novels and pictures of half naked Quidditch players. Harry noticed a few of them had actually personally been signed and quickly slid a wallet-sized portrait of Victor Krum into his pocket.

"You can have that one if you want." Harry spun around, startled by the voice. Ginny had been sitting on a chair behind the door in her room's corner. She was hugging her knees and looked as if she'd been crying, "I don't like it very much anymore-his uni-brow gives me the creeps." Then she picked a pill out of the prescription bottle onto the desk next to her and took it with a swig of whiskey.

Harry nodded quickly and made a squeaking noise, then fled the room. As he emerged Ron and Hermione came running up to him looking rather flustered, "Harry! We weren't finished playing yet! Truth or dare?"

Harry sighed, "Truth I guess…"

Ron put both hands on Harry's shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes, "So tell us dear Harry-Is it true you want to date Draco Malfoy?"

Harry stared at him with his mouth agape, How could they have ever found out? Then he noticed Hermione bent over in hysterics and realized they'd only been kidding. He forced out a few harsh chuckles and fled to his room for the rest of the night.

He was awoken with a quick start, his heart beating fast. Everything was dark. He could feel Thomas's cool long fingers on his arm, "What are you doing here Tom? If anyone sees us you in here you'll be in buckets of trouble!"

But to Harry's surprise it was a female's voice who answered him, "Harry? What the devil are you taking about? I'm staying here too...remember? And did you just call me Tom?"

Dear Diary,

Oh me! It is a sad day indeed! Or night I should say. I just walked in on Harry and Hermione doing the most heinous of acts together! How could she do this to me! And how could Harry- my friend betray me like this? They were…Oh! It's all just too horrible for words! I don't think they saw me though. I don't know if I should pretend that nothing happens or confront them in the morning. I always knew she liked Harry better, everyone likes the famous Harry Potter better than Nose-Picking Ronald Weasley, son of the poorest man in Britain! Oh Diary, sweet, unspoiled Diary, you're my only true friend now.

Signing off,

Ronsie