1Disclaimer: Don't own it, kiddies.

Warnings: Adorable redheads, mischievous brothers and the knowledge that cheaters do prosper.

Summary: Confused!Ron + Crafty!Hermione + Stacked!Deck One very interesting poker game.

"... what?"

Cinnamon eyes blinked slowly, warily.

"I said," she repeated, lips twitching at the corners, "Wanna play poker?"

More blinking.

"Well, do you?"

A red head cocked, strands of flaming orange falling into his (still blinking) eyes. "... sure?"

And a full blown, very un-Hermione-like smirk curved across glossed lips. "Excellent."

Ron glanced over the top of his hand at the brunette, fidgeting slightly. He'd lost every hand so far and had subsequently decided that poker sucked.

Not to mention he didn't like the look on his opponent's face.

"Ante up."

He sighed, exasperated. "I don't have any more chips!"

"Oh, you don't?"

Her tone was innocent. Her expression was decidedly not. "Well, then. I guess we'll just have to alter the stakes."

He fidgeted. Why did he get the feeling this was not going to end well?

"Winner gets one thing of choice from the loser. It can be anything."

Fidget. Mad fidget. "Anything?"

"Anything."

Teeth sank into his lip as his heart began a suicide dive into his stomach.

She collected the cards and distributed five new ones. He glanced at them with a raised eyebrow and a first faint glimmer of hope.

He had a straight flush- 9, 8, 7, 6, and 5.

"I call. Show your hand."

He grinned, dropping the cards. "Straight flush."

He distinctly did not like the way her eyes flashed.

"I'm sorry. I really feel bad about this, but..."

And she laid down a royal flush.

And the next week, it didn't take too long for Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley to put two-and-two together to figure out what exactly had happened to put Ron in a skirt.

And riddle Hermione's neck with hickeys.

"So that's why she was so interested when I talked about cheating at poker..."