Everyone was sitting in a circle at the Burrow. To Heather's right was her crush, Ronald Weasley. To her left, was her bestie, Ginny Weasley. They had all decided to play truth or dare after dinner. "So, who's starting?" her brother, Harry, spoke up. "Me! Heath, truth or dare?" Fred asked. "Dare!" she replied confidently. "You suree?," Fred asked again. "Yes, I am." she said, raising an eyebrow. "OK then, talk only in song lyrics for the rest of the game! The only exception is when you're asking." he said, earning laughs from the others. She just showed him a thumbs-up with a bright smile. Oh, they are so done for. 

After a lot of giggles, laughs, and goofy actions, it was Heather's turn to ask. "Ok, Ginny truth or dare?" she asked, turning to face her. "Dare!" she said, smiling. "Describe anyone in this room with song lyrics." I said, earning an 'Oi!' from Fred. She smiled even more and sang, 

"I pick you, Heather!" Heather? What's possibly so interesting about her? "OK, I'm gonna start - 

There was this girl, the most beautiful in the world

She had all the boys in town wrapped round her finger"  It sounded to Heather like she had heard this song somewhere...

"Oh, she would walk the halls and everyone would whisper and talk

'Cause all the girls in town wanted to be her."  Wait, she knew this song! Now, she sang along with Ginny, half-proud and half-flattered.

"But behind those emerald eyes, she's a devil in disguise,

the Prom queen has blood on her hands,

Every boy and girl she dates disappears without a trace,

so be careful when she asks you to dance..." There were gasps at this line. Heather slowly smirked. Ginny had cleverly revealed the plans she had for Pug-face Parkinson.

"She's a motherfucking killer queen,

a psychopath at 17,

a beauty in a blood-stained dress.

She'll fill your heart with kerosene

and light you up till you can't breathe

if you break her heart you might just lose your head."  Fucking genius, this girl. "Heather..." Harold started. "No, Hazza, it wasn't for you guys, it was for someone else." she said simply, like killing people was like blowing bubbles. She turned to her right to see Ron's face white with fear. She smiled at him, and hugged him. She could never think of hurting this boy. He was making feel something she had never felt - love. Harry was too absorbed in killing Moldy Voldy so, she never got some love from him. Hermione wasn't that close with her because Heather thought teachers were Satan's cousins. Ginny was her BFF, but she still got other friends. Fred and George only came to her when they felt like it. Ron was the only one actually spent some time with her, actually cared about her. "I could never hurt you," she mumbled into Ron's chest as he finally processed what just happened and hugged her back. She pulled back from the relatively long hug and smiled brightly, like she does when someone usually gives her a hug. "So, who were you planning on, y'know?" Ron asked, slightly stuttering. 'Godric, he's so cute when he stutters,' Heather thought. "Pug-face Parkinson. I have been doing some research on her family and they were one of the 'Sacred Twenty-Eight' and Death Eaters, so, losing her is going to be a huge loss to the Dark Side since she was also kind of helping Draco. Besides, she's so annoying. 'DrAkEy, WhO's ThAt GiRl yOu WeRe TaLkInG tO?' like who d'you think it is? Celestina Warbeck?" Heather said, slightly annoyed at the end. All the others laughed at her mimicry skills in relief, thankful that it wasn't one of themselves.