It all started with that game...

(Dudes, this is all from Ginny's POV in this chapter. It'll change in upcoming, but...yeah I'll notify you and stuffff. Okay enjoy this one :) I'm not too sure where it's going...but I think I have some stuff figured out. If you like it, then please tell me by leaving a review. Thanks! Read on.)

Disclaimer: Unless you've been under a rock, I don't own Harry Potter. That's Mrs. JK Rowling. Yep. I own the plot, that's it.

Chapter one

"Ginny!" Called Parvati from the dormitory next door. Ginny groaned.

Ginny closed the book she was reading. They always got so giggly on a Saturday night with nothing to do. She had nothing to do either, so she would just go and see what they wanted.

Upon walking into Parvati, Lavender, and Hermione's dormitory, Ginny found they had every single item of clothing strewn across the floor, make up and hair products out on their bed, and a bunch of teenage wizarding magazines were opened up on the floor.

"Hermione?" Ginny was shocked to see her in on this type of thing - she wasn't exactly the girly girl. "What are you doing?"

"We're getting ready to play a game...come over sit here." Hermione grinned mischievously, something she hardly did, and moved a shirt so that Ginny could sit next to her on the floor.

"What game?" Ginny said. She was hardly in the mood to play any games. Even though it was Saturday, things kept going wrong all day, so she figured they wouldn't go wrong if she just sat in her room by herself. Unfortunately, this plan was broken.

Lavender giggled. "Truth or dare," she said dramatically. "When Parvati and I had sleepovers over the summer we used to play it every time she was at my house."

"How do you play?"

"Well," began Parvati. "Well, one person starts, and they ask another person 'Truth or Dare'. If the other person picks truth, then they ask them a personal question or something, but if they choose dare," She looked around, grinning. "Then they get dared to do something. Who wants to start?"

Ginny was surprised when Hermione spoke up. "I will!" She said, smiling. She looked around at the other three girls, as if making the last decision of her life. This was SO not like Hermione. There was something behind this, there had to be. After a few seconds, Hermione turned to Ginny, and an evil grin spread across her face. "Ginny."

"Oh, no."

"Truth," she paused. "Or dare?"

Ginny thought about it. If she picked truth, it could be really embarrassing. But dare...what if she didn't want to do the dare? Oh, hell. I'm a Gryffindor.

"Dare."

Lavender and Parvati grinned at once. "We've got a really good one for you." Said Lavender. "I used this on Parvati when she spent the night at my house, but yours is slightly different."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Hermione looked her old self again when she asked her. "I mean, you don't have to but it's always fun trying anyway."

"Yeah, I wanna do it. Tell me what it is." Ginny said, resolvingly.

"Yes! I told you she would," Parvati said, looking at Lavender. "Anyway. We want you to go to the boys' dorm." At this, Lavender just about fell over laughing. "Shut up! We want you to go to the boys' dorm, and steal a pair of Harry's boxers from his dresser."

Ginny stared. "Sure, I'll do it. He's not in there right now anyway."

"No no no...When he's sleeping." Lavender said.

"WHAT?!" Ginny yelled. "I'll get caught! I have the loudest feet out of all the Weasleys. No. I'm not doing it!"

Parvati looked down at the floor in mock sadness. "Fine, then, you'll just have to deal with the consequences."

"The...consequences?" Ginny said.

"Oh, yeah, nothing big...just us doing something behind your back, hair dying, spots, that sort of thing..."

"Okay. Fine. I get your point -- I'll do it."

"Okay. Well it's only 11:00 right now...we'll send you in at 12. Harry has Quidditch in the morning, so he'll probably go to bed early." Said Hermione, a gleam in her eye. "When you get the boxers, you have to wear them to bed that night. Deal?"

Ginny laughed. "Yeah, deal."

* * * *

An hour later, Ginny was being pushed down the stairs by the three other girls.

"Go on! You'll be fine...if you're gone more then 20 minutes we'll come find you, okay?" Said Hermione as Ginny was walking down the steps.

What have I got myself into, Ginny thought to herself. This was Harry Potter. The boy she USED to have a crush on. Yes, she told herself, USED to. I'm over him. Really, I am.

When she got to the boys' dormitories, she stood in front of the door for a minute. This will be quick and easy, in and out. Slowly, Ginny cracked the door open. Hogwarts was old, for sure, but the doors didn't creak, much to Ginny's relief. She peered inside. That was Seamus, Dean, Ron and -- Harry. Oh, goodness. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest.

She gulped and tiptoed over to Harry. His bureau was right next to his bed - she had a fat chance of not waking him up. Ginny stopped and stared at him for a moment. His glasses were off - he looked much different. His mouth was slightly open, he was breathing silently, and he didn't have a shirt on. Wait. Ginny's heart stopped. Harry had no shirt on. She gulped again and tried to tear her eyes away from a site she knew she shouldn't see. Okay, Ginny, tear your bloody eyes away from the boy. Pretend he's got a shirt on. Pretend his chest just isn't even the slightest bit muscular. AHHH.

Ginny stared ahead of her. That was the bureau. That was where she wanted to be. Which drawer would they be in? She opened the top one a teeny bit, making a small noise. She cringed and squinted her eyes as if that would stop her from being seen. She opened one and looked at Harry - still sleeping. Breathing a sigh of relief, she started to open he drawer again, but this time, it made a creak. A louder one. Ginny almost fainted when Harry shifted in his sleep, throwing his arm over his side, making his hand come with in an inch of Ginny's leg. She inched away as quietly as she could. She couldn't get on with this.

She peered inside of the half-opened drawer, trying her hardest to see what was in there. It was too dark. The only option she had was to use her wand light, which was too bright - it would wake anyone up. Ginny decided on trying to open the drawer a bit more.

What a bad idea. It made a very loud screeching sound. Ginny left it that way and sprinted out of the room in a panic, down the staircase, up the girls', and flopped herself onto Parvati's bed.

"Almost..woke..up..." she panted. "The dresser...it creaked...I didn't get them..." Ginny sat up and tried catching her breath.

"I can't go back tonight. I'll tomorrow. I promise."

The rest of the girls agreed, and then nagged Ginny for the story, in which she described in great detail, much to the delight of them.

* * * *

When she finally crawled into bed that night, Ginny's head was filled with the image of the asleep Harry she had seen an hour ago. Then she remembered the bit about him being shirtless. She grinned into her pillow. She hadn't told the girls that - she didn't intend to, either. It was too good of a secret to share.