Truth or Dare
(Gifs not mine)
Pairing: Fred x Reader
Summary: A game of truth or dare with the twins and Angelina goes wrong… or, right?
Damn, detention was boring. It was that bloody Snape again. He gave you a detention for a nosebleed. A nosebleed! He just automatically assumed that you had taken a nosebleed nougat to skive from his lesson, and when he refused to let you go and see Madame Pomfrey, you walked out. Well, Snivellus wasn’t too pleased; he gave you a week’s worth of detentions. He brought this on himself, you thought; you had only taken potions as it was required to become an auror.
Two hours later, after every bottle was labelled and filled, you left the dungeons, barely holding in a scream. To your relief though, two familiar redheads were stood outside of the doorway, figuring out some kind of new sweet for their skiving snackboxes.
“What about measles mints? That might wor- oh, Y/N! Hey? What took so long?”
“Snape, that’s what happened. I walked out of his class because I had a nosebleed, and he wouldn’t let me go and see Madame Pomfrey, because he though I had taken a nosebleed nougat - oh, which reminds me, fuck the pair of you too! If you hadn’t invented the skiving snackboxes, maybe I’d be out earlier!” you explained in mock anger, to which Fred replied by pressing a hand to his chest, feigning hurt; you both ended up giggling like first years.
“Hey, are you still in for truth and dare? We wouldn’t want to lose our fourth player.” Angelina asked with a grin.
“Yeah I’m still on. It’ll help me get my mind off snaky Snape I suppose.” you mimicked her grin.
“Great! Let’s be on our way then!”
One hour later, Gryffindor common room…
You four were going to be in so much trouble. Fred had dared Angelina to place a bouquet of pink lilies and carnations on Snape’s desk, labelled: “To: My dear Severus; From: Your secret admirer xoxo” If he ever found out who the culprits were, you would never get out of detention. But honestly, it was worth it.
When you finally got back to the common room for the second time that night, and you had all settled down from your giggling fits, it was Angelina’s turn to ask the question.
“Okayyy, who to torture?” She pretended to think, overdramatising her actions. After an antagonizing wait, she looked you in the eye.
Shit, you thought. You knew this was coming before she even said. and you knew it would have something to do with your crush, Fred.
“Y/N: Truth or Dare?”
You could have said truth, and made things easier for yourself. But a little voice in the back of your mind convinced you there was a glimmer of hope. That maybe, just maybe, if you chose dare, she would say something daft like send McGonagall a box of fudge or something. Oh, how wrong you were.
“I dare you to kiss the person that you find the most attractive in this room.”
There was only really one obvious choice for you: Fred. Angelina was trying to get you two together; you could just tell. She’d been doing it for months, but you’d managed to avoid it. But now she finally had you cornered.
“Can I back out? Or switch or something?” You tried one last, desperate attempt to try and keep your secret intact.
“Nope. We won’t let you.”
You couldn’t do anything else. You dreaded this, and how it would all pan out, but you only had your dignity to lose.
Here goes nothing.
You moved really quickly; even you didn’t register what was happening. You placed a shaking hand on Fred’s jaw, turning his face towards you, and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You pulled away as quick as you had kissed him, red faced with a pounding heart that you swear was going to smash your ribcage to pieces.
“Um, I uh, gotta go. I need some air.” You left, not daring to look at anyone for fear of betraying what you really felt, and sprinted to the room of Requirement, the one place you knew you would always find comfort. There, you found a room filled with soft pillows of every shape, size and colour, and blankets galore.
You threw yourself into the middle of the pile, face down, and cried for what felt like hours. You weren’t entirely sad; at least you got to kiss him once, before the inevitable end of your friendship. You decided you needed to have words with Angelina, although you did appreciate her efforts.
Long after the room fell silent, the only sound being your strained breathing, you heard a soft click, signalling that someone else was entering the room.
“Not now, Angelina, I’m not in the mood.” You didn’t feel like social interaction at that moment in time.
“I’m not Angelina, I don’t think I have the correct parts.” You heard Fred’s voice coming from behind you, and, before you could come up with an excuse to get him to go away, you felt him sink into the pillows next to you. He was practically a human fireball; you felt the heat radiating off him adding to your own.
“So, you think I was the most attractive person in the room then?”
His forwardness brought forward an irresistible giggle. You turned to face him, a smile gracing your lips.
“There she is!”
Before you knew what was happening, Fred pressed his lips to yours, placing a large hand on your cheek.
“You won’t even be able to fathom how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Fred told you after you had broken apart. “I’m actually glad you had the guts to kiss me first; I was afraid you didn’t like me that way.”
“I was afraid I was going to regret it,” you replied “I didn’t know if you’d like me back either.”
“At least we know now, eh?” he kissed your forehead, and grabbed a nearby blanket. “How about we just stay here tonight? I can’t be bothered to walk back to the Gryffindor dorms.”
You cuddled into his side, relishing in the warmth.
“I think I’d like that.”
And that’s where George and Angelina found the two of you in the morning.