Chapter 3

The rest of that evening remained awkward. Ginny and Harry were avoiding looking at each other, just in case they started laughing. Hermione were taking turns glaring at each other, though, when they were sure that Harry and Ginny weren't looking, they grinned at each other. After they all went to bed, each of the four found their dreams filled with visions and memories of their particular boy or girl friend.

A few days later, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley announced to the family that they would be going to have dinner with Arthur's parents that night, and would anyone care to join them. Bill, Fleur and Charlie all volunteered to go, but Fred and George politely declined.

"Besides, someone has to supervise this lot" George said, indicating Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny with his head.

Mrs .Weasley pursed her lips, suddenly not so sure about how good an idea this was.

"You can invite some friends from school, if you want to, but, the house better be in one piece when we come back." Arthur added.

"Okay, Dad" Fred smiled, but, strangely, Mr and Mrs. Weasley were not completely convinced that afternoon when they left with Bill Charlie and Fleur.

As soon as the door closed after the adults left, Fred clapped his hands together gleefully.

"Alright, does anyone want to do anything in particular tonight?" he asked. Ron shrugged from the couch, where he was sitting. Neville and Luna, who had come a few minutes earlier via the flu Network, shrugged to, and Neville fidgeted nervously.

"What do you propose we do?" Ginny asked, knowing that the twins were up to something.

"Well, first off, we should eat this splendid dinner we were left." George said, waving his wand and levitating plates, knifes, forks, spoons, and pots of Mrs. Weasley's delicious cooking from the kitchen.

He sat cross legged on the ground in the sitting room, and the food dropped in front of him.

"A picnic?" Ron said, dragging himself off the couch to get closer to the food. Harry sat down as well, next to Ginny.

"Why not, little bro" Fred said, stoking the fire a little bit, and sitting down beside Fred and beginning to lade out stew onto his plate. Shrugging, everyone else joined in, eating their fill of the cooking. Hermione, Luna and Ginny cleared the dishes, and Harry helped them wash up. Once the dishes were done, they all sat back on the floor in a circle.

"What now?" Ron asked, bored already.

"We could play 'I never,' with out the alcohol, of course." suggested Hermione.

"What's that?" Fred asked, leaning forward in interest.

"It's a muggle drinking game, though we could use butterbeer or pumpkin juice. Going around in the circle, every person has to say something they have never done, and everyone who has done it has to take a Shot of the drink."

"Good idea Hermione." George said, "Fred, do we have any butterbeer we could use?"

"Yeah, I think so; I'll just get it, Accio butterbeer." A full bottle of Butterbeer flew

Through the air until it landed in Fred's hand. George conjured up eight shot glasses, and Fred pored the first round and handed them out.

"I think I've played this before, don't worry Neville, its not too bad" Luna told him. Neville swallowed nervously and took his glass from Fred.

"Hermione starts, because she thought up the idea," Ron said, and Hermione shrugged.

"Alright, I never drank alcohol before I turned 17."

"Boring" Fred said, as he, George, Harry, and Ron all took their first shot and repoured there glasses. Ron was next.

"I never had a crush on a teacher."

Hermione pulled a face at him as she took her first Shot, thinking of Lockhart. Fred and George took one.

"Ew, that's disgusting. Who did you guys like?" Ron asked. Both of the twins turned red.

"McGonagall" the both muttered in unison, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny all burst into gales of laughter.

"Okay," Harry wiped tears of mirth from his eyes, "I never cried when in the aftermath of a Quidditch match"

"And rightly so" Hermione said as Fred, George, and Ron all took a shot and refilled their glasses.

"That's just sad, I never told the person I love that I loved them until they told it to me first"

Blushing, Harry, Ron, and Fred all took shots.

"Who, and why was I not told earlier?" demanded George of his twin.


George let out a laugh and clapped his twin on the back. Luna cleared her throat.

"I never fell in love with a Quidditch player."

"Good one", Neville said as everyone except for Neville and Ron took a shot.

"Everyone has to say who!" Ron yelled.

That's not part of the game" George retorted.

"Oh, just say who it is. In most cases it's pretty obvious." Neville spoke up.

"Alright, youngest first. Ginny?"


"Harry, your next"

"Ginny" Ron shot him a glare, but didn't say anything, as Hermione had punched him in the side warningly.

"I can't believe you just admitted to that, Harry. It just proves how mental you are. Anyway, we skip Neville and Ron, so Hermione?"

"Ron" she coughed, embarrassed.

"Finally, she admits it." Harry laughed.

"Yeah, Ron doesn't look all that surprised, maybe he's smarter than we all took him for" Ginny said, and everyone except for Ron and Hermione laughed.

"Okay, Well, I'm with Angelina, so, who was yours, George?"

"Alicia Spinnet "

"Nice, so, apart from Won won, Neville and Luna, we all like Quidditch players. Okay. Neville's turn."

"I've never kissed a member of the opposite sex" Neville said, his voice only cracking with nerves once or twice."

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and both of the twins went.

"My turn. I never slept with someone of the same sex." George said.

"And, predictably, the subject matter gets dirty when we get to those to" Harry said as no-one drank. George took a two shot penalty and everyone looked at Fred.

"I never seriously though about finishing school."

"Bastard" Ron said as everyone except the twins drank.

"Okay, back to Hermione" Fred said.

"I never believe in creatures when there is no proof of their existence. Luna drank proudly, shooting Hermione a look when she was done.

"I have never got any further with a girl than kissing" Ron quickly said, hoping to prevent an argument occurring.

"Which doesn't surprise me" Fred said as he and George proudly drank.

"I never paid attention in history of magic" Harry grinned at Hermione, who glared at him as she took her shot. Neville and Luna both drank too.

"I never really liked my love's first crush."

Fred and George both took drinks, "What? Our girlfriend's first crush was the other one of us, so of course we liked each other, in a non romantic way."

"I never slept with anyone of the opposite sex." Luna said

Both of the twins proudly drank.

"I am so going to tell mum" Ron grinned.

"You are not!" the Twins said in unison.

"I never thought I'd have fallen in love when I got to my age" Neville said proudly, and both the Twins drank again.

"I never fell in love with one of my best friends" George said. Muttering, Ron drank, as did Hermione, Luna, and Neville.

"I never fell in love with my best friend's sister or my brother's best friend." Fred said, and Harry and Ginny both drank.

"Okay, I think we've had enough of that game, let's tally up." Hermione said.

Fred had taken the most shots, with nine, followed by George, with eight, then Ron, Hermione and Harry, who all had six. Ginny and Luna both had taken four, while Neville had three.

"Well, that was interesting, and educational" Fred said as he leaned back against a chair. Ginny nodded.

"Yes, very insightful" she said.

"You sound like Trelawney" Harry said, and Ginny whacked him in the arm.

"You know, Ginny really should have taken a shot for 'I never fell for a teacher', because she was after Harry, and he was a teacher, you know, for the DA." Neville said

"Good point Neville" George said, stretching.

"Well, it's been lovely to catch up and all that, but some of us have to be at work very early tomorrow, so we'll leave you young things and go to bed." Fred said, getting up.

"What? But its Christmas eve tomorrow." Ron said.

"Exactly, we're going to be very busy with everyone doing their last minute shopping, so we'll get home tomorrow, late probably. Tell mum to save us some dinner, okay." George said, Ron nodded, and the two left. Neville and Luna left shortly afterwards as well, leaving Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny sitting on the living room floor in front of the fire. Eventually, Ginny snuggled up against Harry's chest, and fell asleep, and Hermione did the same to Ron. Harry and Ron didn't last that much longer, letting their eyes drift closed as they leant up against pieces of furniture.

Which was exactly where they were when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked through the door a few hours later. Up in their room, Fred and George laughed, congratulating each other on the idea of slipping a generous amount of sleeping draft into the butterbeer. Before they had started the game, they both had taken an antidote, and they were rather pleased with the results.