(A/N: This is from another one-shot I read. )

"Let's play a game," Draco Malfoy yells to whoever was in the room. They were all standing around the room of requirement. Or as they call it, the fifth common room for everyone. 

Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Luna, Padma, Pansy, Blaise, Theo, Cormac, Zacharias, Dean, and Seamus all gather around Draco. 

"It's a fun muggle game. It's called never have I ever," Draco grins at the group of students before him. 

"Oh, I love this game. Each person has to say a sentence starting with never have I ever. If you have done whatever the person says, you get a point. If you didn't, you don't get a point. Whoever gets ten points first wins. Well, that's one way to play it," Hermione starts babbling about the game and Draco rolls his eyes playfully. 

"Okay. Who wants to go first?" Draco asks and immediately, Hermione's hand shoots up in the air. "Okay everyone, sit first, then Granger can start,"

After everyone is settled on the floor, Hermione starts with a mysterious gleam in her eyes. "Never have I ever...shagged anyone," She grinned and watched the circle of friends put one finger down on their hand to keep track of points. Hermione mentally kept track of her answers in her mind as the game went on.

After a few turns, Hermione has nine points. Its Georges turn to ask a question, "Never have I ever...snogged George Weasley," 

Hermione couldn't believe it, she had ten points. George looks in her direction and they both blush. "I, umm, I have ten points," Hermione squeaks out.

"WHAT!?!?" Ron yells as he jumps up, "You snogged my brother? But we're dating!"

"Not anymore Ronald," Hermione and George stand up and George pulls Hermione back. 

"Ooh, thats the tea sis," Ginny and Luna whisper to each other.

"Love, let's go," George pulls Hermione's waist towards him and they walk out of the fifth common room together. 

As they are walking down a corridor, Hermione suddenly looks at George and smirks. Hermione stops and pulls George into an empty classroom. "H-Hermione, what are you doing?"

"Doing something backwards," Hermione whispers as she kisses George gently. George was getting giddy and excited but didn't know why.

"George, I know you're older than me. And I know we've been together for almost two years. But will you maybe sort of marry me. When I'm old enough, of course," Hermione whispers into his ear as she wraps her arms around his neck, causing George to feel Hermione trembling in his arms.

"Mione, you love me as I love you. Let's get married in two years. You'll be almost twenty-one and we can run the joke shop with each other, and Fred of course." George grins even though Hermione can't see. "Now come on, Mi, we're gonna be late for curfew. Race ya!"

And Hermione and George run hand in hand to the Gryffindor common room, together. Always.