Ron Weasley's Fan Fiction

c h a p t e r . s e v e n t e e n

" t h a t . w a s . s o m e . d a r e "

The four friends were having a jolly good time on the way back to King's Cross, but none of them wanted the fun to end. After a while, Hermione had a good idea.

"Hey, why don't we play Truth or Dare?" she suggested.

"Yeah! That's so much fun!" Ginny cheered.

"Oh, are you serious?" Ron whined.

Harry agreed with him. "Yeah, that's such a girly game!"

"Have you guys actually ever played it?" Hermione asked. After they looked at each other then silently shook their heads, she continued, "That's what I thought. You'll really like it. Its more fun than it seems! So, who wants to go first?"

"I will! I will!" Ginny said.

"Okay. Truth or dare?"

"Ugh, I can't believe we're playing this," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Um, dare! No wait, truth," Ginny decided. "Yeah, truth."

"Hmm.." Hermione thought. "Have you ever even once thought that Malfoy was hot?"

Ginny grew extremely red in the cheeks, then answered slyly, "What girl at Hogwarts hasn't?" Ron then quickly turned his head directly at Hermione, who wished she hadn't asked that question.

"What!?" She squealed.

"Well, what girl at Hogwarts hasn't then?"

"Oh for goodness sake, Ron. He's good looking. Big deal. Too bad his personality needs a crucial make over. And besides, you can't tell me that you don't have a picture of a certain French student of magic inside your pillowcase."

"Whatever are you talking about?" Ron said, lying badly.

"I found it the other night when - um.." she stopped, realizing that both Ginny and Harry seemed a little too interested in this, and that she wasn't to tell anymore. "Well however I found out it doesn't matter. But I don't care."

"Uh.. Ron, truth or dare?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject before his friends got in a fight. Again.

"Oh, I suppose I'll take a dare."

"Really?" Hermione said. "Well, I guess Ginny will have to make it up, since she went last . Go on Ginny. Think of something absolutely horrid!"

"Hey you!" Ron shot back, poking her in the side.

Ginny sat in thought for a moment. What could she dare her brother to do? She heard the trolley coming down the corridor. "I dare you to tell the trolley lady that you love her and kiss her on the cheek!" All four of them broke out into hysterics, but Ron agreed to do it. When she opened their door and asked if anyone wanted anything, he spoke up.

"Actually, I'd like to tell you something, sweet, sweet, trolley lady!"

"All right dear," she replied, uncertainly.

"I.. I.. I love you!! With all my being!" He shouted, and leapt up to her and planted a big kiss on her cheek.

"Oh! I don't believe this! Absolutely inappropriate you naughty little boy! I'll have your wand for that!" And she continued to grumble as she left their room. "Utmost disrespect! Foolish--"

"That was brilliant Ginny! Absolutely brilliant!" Harry shouted through snorts of laughter.

"Wasn't it though? All right Harry, your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Well, since Ron'll be making it up, I better take truth. I'm not so sure I want to go through with any twisted dare he's brewing up."

"If you say so Harry. Now, let's see.. hmm. There's already so much I know about you, but Hermione and Ginny don't know very much of that!"

"Ron! C'mon be reasonable! There's plenty of dirt I got on you too!"

"Okay, okay, something not so embarrassing. What to ask, what to ask.. OH! I don't know this little tidbit of info. Who is it that you fancy?" Ginny leaned in closer to hear his answer. But Harry wasn't quite sure what to say. Ginny was sitting right next to him and he wasn't sure how she'd take it.

"Uh.. Ron, you know that. It's - er - Cho!" Ginny sat back in her seat again, tears welling up.

"No, no, no. Its impossible for you to honestly fancy her. The only time you've ever talked to her was when you mumbled your way through asking her to the Yule Ball back in fourth year! Who do you really have your heart set upon, eh?"

"Well.. um.."

"You have to answer," Hermione reminded him. But even though you'd think he'd be mad, something about the way she said it made Harry feel really comfortable and unafraid. Her words were very reassuring.

"Just some ginger-haired fifth year girl who's name happens to be Virginia."

"Virginia?" Ron repeated. "Red-haired fifth year.. Who the bloody hell is that?!"

"Just the most beautiful, wonderful girl at Hogwarts..." Harry said, gazing straight into Ginny's eyes.

"WHO?!"

"Ron, you - are - embarrassing me, you stupid git!! He's talking about your SISTER!!

Ron just sat and stared for a minute. Then he started rambling at a mile a minute. "What the-!? Ginny?! You - can't - like her! I mean that's - incest or - or something, isn't it!?"

"No. That's if you fancied her Ron," Harry said, coldly.

"Aw, I'm just messin with ya Harry! Heh, you should've seen the look on your face! Priceless! So Ginny, you've been rather quiet, what do you have to say to all this?" He assumed the voice of Gilderoy Lockhart. "Famous Harry Potter -- the Boy Who Lived -- fancies the one, the only, YOU! What are you going to do now?"

During this excellent impression she had been hurriedly jotting something down on a torn piece of paper. "Actually - I'm speechless. OH MAN! What was that?!" she shouted and pointed out the window. As everyone else turned their heads to see what she was talking about, Ginny slipped the note into Harry's hand. He quickly opened it up and read it as Ginny tried to convince Hermione and Ron that she saw a flying cat. The note read:

Meet me outside the bathrooms in five minutes. ;)

~ Virginia

"So Ron, I believe it's your turn." Hermione declared, convinced that there in fact was no flying cat whatsoever. "Truth or dare?"

"Four minutes," Harry whispered to Ginny.

"I think I'll take dare -- don't want to reveal any deep dark secrets, no do I?"

"Two," she whispered back.

"Okay. Hmm... let's think of a good dare for you."

"Now," Harry said, inaudibly.

"No," said Ron. "Harry has to come up with --" But he was interrupted by Harry and Ginny rushing out of the door in a frenzy. "What's with them?"

The two took off at a full sprint after they got into the hallway of the train. When they got to the nearest bathroom, Harry turned the handle of the men's room and jumped up against the door. With all his adrenaline, he forced it open.

"Harry?!" Neville was already in the restroom, standing up, right in the middle of a pee. "What are you doing?!" Ginny?! OH NO!!"

"Hey Neville. how you doin?"

"GINNY!" Harry screamed, almost crying.

"Oh calm down, I'm just joking. Shut that door. Bye Neville." Harry shut the door and Ginny walked over to the girl's room and knocked. When no one answered, she opened the door and pulled Harry in with her. Immediately they locked the door, so they would not be disturbed.

"Oh Harry.. I've been waiting t- to do this since .. mm.. first year!"

"Yeah. Third year for me-- uh.."

"That's okay.. oh.. as long as we.. we're doing it.. now ..ahh..."

Ginny stopped for just a second, and pulled away. "Just for the record, we're not having sex. Okay?"

"Fine with me." And they were straight at each other once more.

Even though they had just admitted that they had feelings for each other, they were playing games with their tongues and groping up and down the other's body. Soon shirts were lost on the floor well, let's just say they were really going at it. All of that physical love they've had bottled up inside was flooding out of their skin.

Meanwhile, Ron and Hermione had been continuing their little game of truth or dare, sticking mainly to truth. But now Hermione was ready for a dare.

"A dare huh?" Ron laughed. "Let me see if I can think of one... hmmm... oh! I got it!! Heh heh heh."

"What? What is it?!"

"I dare you to kiss me..."

"Aww Ron, that's soo roman--"

"...wherever - you - want."

Hermione just stood there, dumbfounded (for the first time in her life). She had often secretly thought about where she wanted to kiss him if she had the choice. But she never thought she'd actually be put into the scenario. At least not this soon. "Anywhere?"

"Anywhere," Ron answered, with a slight smirk on the edge of his lips.

"Okay, but close your eyes," she said, shyly. She still wasn't sure where she would kiss, but she knew she didn't want him watching as she pondered. Then she came to a decision. She walked up to him, placed her hands on either side of his mouth. She raised up to her tip-toes and kissed his forehead. Then moved down to the tip of his nose. And then ever so lightly, she pressed her lips to his. Gently at first, then opening her mouth a little bit. She started to nibble on his top lip every now and then. Returning the favor, he did the same to her bottom lip from time to time. She slipped her tongue in his mouth slowly, met his, then pulled it out, again slowly, enticing his to follow.

This game went on for a few minutes, when Ron started to caress Hermione's back. She moved one hand behind his neck, and the other one up to finger through his ginger hair. Ron moved his mouth down to her neck, as she tilted her head back to take him in. He soon missed the feel of her lips, and kissed his way back up to her lucious mouth.

They made their way onto the floor. Not being able to restrain himself any longer, Ron removed his hands from her back and began unbuttoning her blouse. They parted for just a moment while Hermione got out of her sleeves and Ron out of his tee-shirt. Quidditch has done his upper body good, Hermione chuckled to herself. They again embraced each other and were in a complete lip lock. Ron began to unzip his pants as Hermione massaged the side of his neck with her mouth.

When he had his pants removed, she let her hand slide down his back to settle on his bum, although not for long. As they continued to kiss and let their tongues dance, her hand traveled over his hip and down to his manhood, which she grabbed tight enough to feel good, but almost hurt. He moved his free hand over her breast, moving his hand side to side.

After a few minutes of random hand and arm placement, Hermione's hands found Ron's, and they intertwined their fingers. They went back to just kissing, without tongue, opening their mouth now and again. They kissed once more, when Hermione just laid her head on Ron's chest. They laid in one another arms for a while, just listening to the railroad ties go under the wheels, breathing in sync. Then, Hermione broke the peaceful silence. "That was some dare."

Ron chuckled at her comment, and replied, "I'll say."

When the train pulled into Kings Cross at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred, and George were waiting, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Harry would be living with Ron for the summer, which is why his muggles weren't anywhere in sight. After several students appeared from within the train, the two pairs of love birds staggered out the door themselves, hair and clothes slightly disheveled. Hermione ran over to her parents and gave them a big hug, as Mrs. Weasley did the same to Ron, Ginny, and Harry.

"Nice hair, Ron," George laughed.

"Yeah, what happened, stick your head out the train window?" Fred joked along.

Hermione left her parents for a moment and walked back over to Ron, who was just shaking his head at his brothers' comments.

"Well Ron, I think we're leaving now. Dad's in a big hurry to get back to the office."

"Hermione," Ron said, taking her hand. "I want you to know that I love you. Don't forget."

"I won't. I love you too."

"Come on Hermione!" her dad shouted to her.

"Ron -- I have to go now." Hermione took a step away, but Ron didn't let go of her hand. "Ron, let g--"

He pulled her into him so hard, you could just about hear their collar bones hit together. He put one hand around her head, one behind her waist, and plunged into her mouth. All the while comments were being spewed out by the onlookers.

"RONALD WEASLEY! GET OFF OF HER THIS INSTANT!!" Mrs. Weasley belted at him. Then Mr. Weasley continued scolding.

"GET YOUR TONGUE OUT OF HER MOUTH!!"

"More like 'get your tongue out of her throat!'" laughed George, falling to the ground in hysterics.

"Yeah!" Fred piped in. "If you go in any further you'll be in China!"

Finally Ron followed their advice, and pulled away from the passionate kiss. Hermione took a step back, arms stiff, and eyes wide open. Her mind was clouded with the depth of that kiss. She then opened her mouth to speak.

"Bloody Hell."

~~ Finé ~~