A/N: thankyou to the two of you that reviewed on the last chapter: April Sunshine and 917brat. Thanks to 917brat for giving me ideas, they will be used!

Hope you guys enjoy the story, here it is!

Oh yeah, and I don't own Harry Potter: If I did, there would be about 50 more books published ;)

Chapter 2

After everyone had calmed down, Hermione span the bottle swiftly. Everyone did a drum roll to build up their own tension, and the bottle finally came to a stop at Ginny. She looked up at everyone fearfully, noticing that Fred had a particularly evil smirk on his face she hastily chose Truth, and smiled inwardly when Fred pouted.

"Okay then Ginny," George said, rubbing his hands together. "Who do you currently fancy?" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Don't you already know the answer to that?" she asked her brothers.

"Yes, probably, but he doesn't," Fred pointed out. "Answer the question!" he commanded.

"Harry," Ginny informed everyone promptly. No one looked particularly surprised, but Harry's eyes widened. Hermione sniggered.

"Are you telling me that you didn't even know that Harry?" she questioned exasperatedly. He shook his head slightly, blushing a light shade of pink. "You are so unobservant!" he smiled meekly.

"Well, it's the same for Hermione and Ron," George muttered to his twin. Neither Ron nor Hermione heard, but Harry did and smirked at the twins in agreement; they both winked at him.

"Okay, guys, who's next?" Sirius asked, hoping it would be him. He wanted to show the Weasley twins that he was just as good as them when it came to dares: he was a marauder after all! Hermione spun the bottle around, and it slowed, before stopping on herself. She groaned.

"Dare?" she requested tentatively.

"Did you just ask for a dare?" Ginny asked, surprised. Hermione nodded. "I thought you'd be too scared to do a dare," Ginny told her. Hermione frowned.

"I'm not such a 'good girl' as I might make out. Dare, please."

"Okay, I dare you to...Switch trousers with Ron!" Sirius dared her. Hermione grimaced, and Ron's mouth dropped open.

"Hey! It's not my dare! Anyway, there's no way I'll fit into her trousers, they're way too small!"

"Ron, stop protesting. It's all just a bit of fun, even more so if we can see you struggling!" George told him enthusiastically.

"But that makes it more of a dare for me than Hermione! I think we should spin again, and see who she should do it with. It's fairer that way." Ron moaned at George. Fred rolled his eyes.

"You're such a wimp, Ron. Fine. Hermione, come and spin again for us." Hermione sighed, hoping it would be Ginny. She flicked her wrist and the bottle followed her lead. It landed on Ron.

"See, Ron, it would have been you anyway," Ginny told him exasperatedly.

"Yeah, well, now it's fair. Come on then Hermione, don't worry."

"I am NOT worried, Ronald. I'm not that pathetic," she scolded him.

"Ooh, look at you two, arguing like an old married couple!" everyone but Hermione and Ron laughed at Harry's statement.

Hermione unzipped her muggle skinny jeans and Ron tugged off his tracksuit bottoms. Hermione then slid down her jeans and yanked them over her ankles. She blushed a bit when George wolf-whistled.

"Oh, shut up," she said to him.

"Well, Hermione, when did you get legs like that?" Fred asked her, staring at them. Ginny clicked her fingers infront of his face to stop him staring. Hermione flushed a deep crimson and handed her jeans to Ron, laughing at the prospect of him having to squeeze into them.

It took Hermione no effort at all to pull on Ron's trousers, although they were a bit big for her. She plopped herself down again on the sofa beside Fred, who jokingly tried to snuggle up to her. She pushed him away, in quite a friendly, but embarrassed way.

Everyone turned their attention to Ron, who was struggling immensely. He had managed to get half of them over his legs, but as the material got skinnier, he wobbled in his efforts and fell to the floor. Everyone burst into fits of laughter at his misfortune.

"There is no way these are going to fit," he concluded. "Can someone enlargen them?" Sirius pouted; he was enjoying watching this, but waved his wand in Ron's direction anyway. They expanded rapidly and Ron was able to slide them on easily.

"Ron, those jeans don't seem to suit you as much as they suit Hermione," Ginny commented, giggling at the sight of her brother in girls trousers.

"Well, that was amusing," said Hermione, reaching for the bottle again.

"Sirius!"

"Dare," Sirius replied promptly, grinning.

"Hmm, I dare you to go into the kitchen and break down into tears, begging them to let you back in!"

"Oh, that means I won't be able to play this anymore," Sirius pouted.

"Sirius, do you really think my mum will let you back in today?" Ron asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I guess not. Okay then," Sirius accepted his dare. He left his seat and made for the room where the Order meeting was being held. Everyone leaned nearer to the door, so as to hear what was happening. They heard a door open in the distance, and heard a body drop to the floor. They assumed Sirius had gotten to his knees.

"Molly, I'm so dreadfully, sorry, I can't believe how much of an idiot I was!" Everyone sniggered. Sirius sounded as though he was actually crying. "Please take me back! I'm heartbroken without you all!"

"Sirius! What on earth do you think you're doing?" they heard Molly say loudly. "You're interrupting the meeting again! If you think for one minute I believe that apology is genuine with my sons and you in the living room together-"

"You ruin my Gryffindor pride Molly. I'm sorry you don't want me back. I'll just...go." Sirius let out a realistic whimper, and the next thing they knew, he was running back to the living room, 'sobbing'. To everyone's intense amusement, when Sirius re-entered the room, there were actual tears running down his grinning face.

"Was that good enough for you?" he questioned, as they all laughed.

"Yes, I think that was good enough," Hermione decided.

"Good, because Weasleys: facing an angry Molly is not nice!" All the redheads agreed whole-heartedly.

"Well done Sirius. Right, who's turn is it now?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione, who once again, span the bottle to determine who went next. It came to a slow stop on George. He groaned slightly at the look of evil payback etched over Fred's face.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, sorry if the ending was a bit rubbish. Please leave a review, they will always be welcome! :)

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