[A⁄N: Note to self: Post updates immediately after they are written so they don't sit on my computer for two months. Yes, this is a good idea.]

I arrived back at Hogwarts just before anyone noticed I was missing. I entered my dorm to find Hannah and Emily laughing and giggling and carrying on like crazy. Hermione and Parvati also seemed to be in good spirits.

"Well I see that you lot enjoyed the rest of your Valentine's Day," I said.

"Lynn, where have you been? We've been looking for you," Emily said.

"Yeah, I had to tell you that I totally hooked up with Harry Potter. Bitches are so gonna hate me now, but I don't care," Parvati said with a little dance.

"My day was rather uneventful although I enjoyed myself, right up until I walked in and found Harry feeling up my roommate," Hannah said lightly.

"Harry Potter's hands-."

"Stop talking about it. Please, don't tell me anymore about my brother. I just could not care less," Hannah said.

"Besides, Emily's had a better day than all of us," Hermione said.

Emily hopped up to her feet and held her left hand out. I examined and lo, there on her ring finger was a small, gold engagement ring.

"You're getting married?" I asked.

"Yes I am. Fred and I are getting married. Not until next year some time, but yes we are," Emily said dancing around.

"Well, congratulations," I said, wishing I could be at Grimmauld to see Molly getting the letter telling her that her son had proposed to his girlfriend.

"Hannah'll be next," Parvati said with a wink.

"Bitch, please," Hannah said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not even sure that I love Draco. I am not even thinking about marrying him."

"Harry would probably weep tears of joy if he heard you say that," I said.

"He so would," Hannah agreed. "Anyway, after that speech he gave I'm jealous that Emily gets to marry Fred."

"Oh, that speech," Emily swooned, sitting down on Hannah's lap and resting her head on her shoulder. "I never knew Fred had such a way with words."

"I'm sorry I missed it," Parvati said. "I was too busy making out with Harry Potter and having all of my dreams come true."

"You're speaking very highly of this experience," Emily laughed.

"Em, you don't get it. You know you have expectations when you kiss someone or anything like that, and I set mine pretty high for Harry, but if he didn't just blow them all out of the water," Parvati said. "God bless Harry Potter and that tongue of his."

"Stop talking about my brother like that," Hannah said. "He's supposed to be the decent one, I'm not. Do not tarnish the way I look at my brother. Do not take him down from my pedestal."

"Oh, Sweetheart, I'm putting him up on pedestal much higher than the one you've got him on," Parvati said. "Say, doesn't your brother wear a size 12 shoe?"

"Fuck you, Parvati, and you stay away from my brother's penis," Hannah said firmly.

"All right then." We looked to the door and Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Harry Potter," Parvati said with a wink.

"Hey Parvati," Harry said nonchalantly. "How're you, Emily?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Emily said.

"Oh, and Lynn, you're back," Ron said. "Where'd you disappear off to?"

"Library," I lied.

"I can't believe you had all these boys throwing themselves at you and you chose to spend it alone in the library," Parvati said.

"Well I had plans, but someone ditched me to make out with Harry Potter with all afternoon," I said.

"Oh, I didn't mean to steal her from you. I wasn't expecting my ex-girlfriend to suddenly turn into a psychopath is all," Harry said.

"Well good riddance to her. I told you last year she'd be nothing but trouble," Hannah said.

"I'm always telling you Malfoy is nothing but trouble and look at what you've gotten yourself into," Harry said.

"Yeah, but Draco's the good kind of trouble. Not the kind that kind doesn't shut up about her dead ex-boyfriend and then throws coffee on me," Hannah said.

Harry glared at Hannah and she patted Emily triumphantly on the head.

"Well, I'm going to slip out now before this room becomes even more uncomfortable," Ron said. "Congratulations, Emily. Goodnight, Hermione."

"Goodnight, Ron," Hermione replied.

"Don't forget truth-or-dare after breakfast!" Parvati called out.

"Truth or dare?" I asked.

"Oh, Lynn, you've never played with us before, have you? You're in for a treat. Maybe Harry will take his shirt off again," Parvati said.

"I will murder you in your sleep!" Hannah cried out.

888

On the grounds the next morning, it was unseasonably warm for February, and so we all gathered there for a very large game of truth-or-dare. From what the children had told me at Christmas, these games were usually pretty out there.

It started off as a usual game would—Kassia admitting (with some difficulty) that she liked Draco's best friend, Blaise; Draco putting peanut butter and jelly under his armpits and making a sandwich from it, but then I commented, and I shouldn't have.

"You're all crazy," I said, as Draco finished eating his peanut butter, jelly and armpit sandwich.

"Glad you think so, Lynn. . . Truth or dare," Draco asked, patting me on the back.

"Oh. . . Uh. . . I uh. . . Dare," I said reluctantly. All I could hope was that I didn't drown in the madness like the rest of them.

"All right, this should be perfect for you, Little Miss Innocent," Draco said. "I dare you to unbutton Potter's shirt with your teeth."

"Pardon me?" I asked.

"Unbutton. Harry. Potter's. Shirt. With. Your. Teeth," Draco repeated.

I looked over to Harry who was looking around at everyone who knew that I was in fact Tonks, and not Lynn. I couldn't unbutton Harry's shirt with my teeth. He was like my kid almost. It was horrible and wrong. But everyone had been talking about how my punishment would be Ginny's Bat Bogey Hex and almost nothing was worse than facing that down and she'd even once put Remus in the hospital from it.

"Just do it, T. . . Lynn. Ginny's hex is not worth it," George assured me.

I let out a sigh and sucked it up. I couldn't blow my cover, that would be horribly bad and lots of people would go to prison. I just had to do it. I crawled over to Harry and let out a deep breath. I inched closer and closer and closer and—

"I can't do this," I said. It was immoral. It was wrong.

"Then Weasley will have to destroy you," Draco said. I looked back at Harry.

"I am never going to live this down," I said. He knew exactly what I meant, that as soon as word got back to Sirius about this I would never ever stop hearing about it.

I took a deep breath and took the first button with my teeth and undid it.

"This is almost painful to watch," George said.

"Oh, but the stories we'll tell," Fred said.

I could hear them all snickering away in the background.

"You're working awful fast there, Lynn," Hannah teased.

"Maybe she's experienced," Draco said as I undid the last button.

I was in no mood for this.

"We all know you two are," I said.

Everyone snickered as Hannah nodded, glaring in my direction as if to say touché.

"So now it's my turn is it?" I asked. "I'll have to make this memorable since it's my first time playing."

"You already have," Harry grumbled as he brought his hands up to his shirt.

"Hey, whoa, Harry, what are you doing?" Parvati asked.

"Closing my shirt back," he answered.

"Why?" Padma asked.

"The view is nice and you won't take that away from me," Melanie said.

"All right. . . Shirt stays open," Harry said. This was followed by a lot of head nods from random girls in the group. Sirius would shed a tear of pride if he saw this.

"Hmm. . . Neville, your turn buddy. Truth or dare," I said.

After a brief pause, Neville chose dare.

"I dare you," I started, rummaging through the small bag of items that had been brought for the game and pulled out a packet of sugar. Took a book and poured it out. "I dare you to snort a line of sugar."

"Brilliant," Ron laughed.

Snorting sugar was harmless as far as I knew. It dissolved and wasn't an actual drug.

Neville took the book and adjusted it accordingly before snorting it, causing everyone to fall out into a fit of giggles.

"It burns!" Neville said, his nose red and his eyes watery. "Seamus, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Seamus answered.

"Who's the hottest chick in the group?" Neville asked. "I think my nose is starting to bleed."

"Hmm. . . Lynn. Yeah, Lynn is the hottest," Seamus said.

"Thanks," I said with a wink. I may not have been in my actual body but I would take self-esteem points where ever I could get them.

For a while things were uneventful, Pansy had her face made into a clown by Draco and retaliated by daring Hannah to give a speech about how sexy she thought Dumbledore was at the end of the game, Luna sat on Neville's lap, and George proclaimed that he had made love to a chipmunk for laughs. Then it was Dean's turn.

"Ginny, truth or dare?" he asked.

"Dare me," she said sweetly.

"I dare you to French Hannah," Dean said.

"Not this bit again," Hannah mumbled.

"I can't very well hex myself so I have to do this," Ginny said. "Although, yes, Dean, this is getting old."

"I disagree," Seamus and Dean said in unison.

After being threatened by Harry and the Weasley boys, Ginny came and sat across from Hannah.

I wanted to look away, but I could not. Ginny leaned forward, cupping Hannah's face in her hands and kissed her. It lasted a few long seconds before they pulled away from each other. Ginny went back to her seat and Draco sat there gawking at Hannah.

"What?" she asked.

"You had another girl's tongue in your mouth," he said.

"And?" she asked.

Draco shook his head. "Just thought I'd share that with you."

Things didn't stop there for the Potters, at least not for Harry. Angelina dared Adrian to kiss Harry, Seamus, George, and Neville and rank their kisses from best to worst (Neville won). This was followed up by Kristen being dared to whisper something dirty into Harry's ear. And then there was the cherry on top of all of the Harry Potter abuse when it got to Jasmine's turn.

Fred tossed Harry a can of whipped cream.

"Okay, wait a second. . . First you have Lynn unbutton my shirt with her teeth, which you take pictures of and then convince me to keep my shirt open, then you make Adrian kiss me, have Kristen whisper something extremely dirty in my ear and now you're tossing me a can of whipped cream. What am I supposed to think?" Harry asked

"That Jasmine is supposed to eat whipped cream off the side of your face," Fred said nonchalantly.

Harry sighed and opened the whipped cream, spraying some onto the side of his face. "Get it over with."

After this, Harry raised his hand.

"New rule. Harry Potter is no longer allowed to be used as a sexual object," Harry said.

The game drew to a close when we reached Hermione's turn.

"Besides Ron, who in this group have you ever made out with?" Parvati asked.

Hermione looked around cautiously.

"You've made out with other people besides Ron and Viktor?" Hannah asked.

"Only one person and it was third year. We only did it because were so convinced that we liked each other and after we made out it was weird and then we realized we didn't like each other and that we'd made out for no reason," Hermione said. "Suffice it to say, I was lucky my first kiss wasn't a bad one."

"Who was it?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed. "Harry."

"You made out with Harry?" Ron and Hannah practically shouted.

"Once at the beginning of third year and then it never happened again," Hermione said.

"Oh, my God," Hannah said. She looked as though her heart might give out from the sheer volume of her friends that had made out with her brother.

"Well, Ron, I guess since you're the last person, truth or dare," Hermione said.

"Truth," he said.

". . . What would you do for a Klondike bar?" Hermione asked.

Ron paused before answering.

"Anything you ask me to," Ron said with a wink.

888

Hello boys,

Things today have been just weird. Valentine's Day was, as you recall, quite benign, but today was a bit out of control. There's a lot of peer pressure here, threatening to be cursed and what not and truthfully, I fell into the madness during a game of truth or dare which can only be talked about in person because I really have no words for how I feel after this. Only that someone should really speak to the Gryffindor's about using Harry as a sexual object. It's both impressive and horrifying.

Tonks

I sent the letter off with the owl and started down from the owlry when I bumped into Hannah.

"And who are you writing to today?" I asked her.

"Another letter to Snuffles. I'm sure he got my last one, but just to be sure I'm sending another along in the hopes that maybe I can actually coax him into speaking to me," she said. "You told him that-."

"You've been incredibly well behaved since I showed up and that you're sorry and that you've gotten everything together," I said. "I told him all of that, but he's still very upset with you."

Hannah sighed, tying a letter to the leg of an owl.

"Maybe he just hates me now," she said.

"Sweetheart, I know for a fact that's not the case," I said.

Hannah shrugged and sent the owl out of the window.

"He's such an idiot. How can he just ignore me like this," Hannah said. "I know I have to earn back his trust but he can still at least pretend that he loves me. What the hell am I trying so hard for if he's not going to care?"

"He does care," I promised her.

Hannah headed toward the steps of the owlry.

"He's got a funny way of showing it," she said going down them.