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He tilted the bottle in her direction and raised an eyebrow. Hermione bit her lip. She'd had too much already. 'Fine. Truth.'

Viktor's grey eyes gleamed. 'Which Weasley?'

Hermione frowned. 'What do you mean?'

'Which Weasley?' he repeated, his lips curving into a wicked grin.

She blushed. 'Oh.' Damn the man. Why had she ever allowed him to persuade her into playing this childish game. 'Well, um, I suppose...' It would be easy to say Ron. If only she knew how to lie more convincingly.

'Truth, Her-my-nee.'

She pulled her skirt down a bit further over her crossed legs and looked determinedly at the fire. 'Percy. Okay?'

Viktor stared at her for a second, then began to laugh. Hermione watched in some annoyance as Viktor wheezed his way through the next five minutes.

'It's all right,' she told him tartly. 'I know perfectly well he's not interested in me.'

That caused a fresh outburst of laughter.

Eventually Viktor got himself under control. 'Poor Her-my-nee.'

She shrugged and turned away. 'I don't see why it's so funny, though.'

Viktor's lips twitched again but he manfully held back his giggles. 'Is not funny.'

Hermione glared at him.

'Is only that... I also.'

'You also?' She frowned. 'You, um, fancy Percy?'

Viktor winked. 'I have good taste, no?'