8 o-clock. The party was starting now, and I was still being tormented by my room-mates. I hardly ever wore makeup, or curled my hair, but apparently it was really fun for them, as they had been at it for nearly two hours after they had both been mostly ready. I had managed to talk them into letting me wear jeans instead to a quite frankly atrocious dress, but they then decided between themselves that I would wear a push-up bra and a t-shirt that was about two sizes too small.

Eventually they decided that I was done, my lips were a deep red, but other than that I looked surprisingly normal, my lashes longer and darker, but that about rounded it off. My hair was wavy as opposed to its usual straight, and it came to just above were the high-waisted jeans stopped. I didn't look like myself but at the same time I did.

With that I was dragged down the stairs, I just wanted to get my hands on the firewhiskey and start going at it. But when I got down there, Fred and George weren't anywhere to be seen, I knew that they had it, but where were they?

It was 9 o-clock before they showed, but they didn't bring a bottle with them. After seeing that I was looking at them, George looked at me and beckoned me over, I complied if only to try and find the drink.

"We aren't gonna stay down here, you go get Angelina and Eliza and meet us in our dorm," George said into my ear. I nodded to show that I understood, and went off to find the two of them.

After around fifteen minutes I had them both on the way to the boy's dorm, Eliza hadn't been happy that she had had to stop her make-out session with a hot guy in the year above us, but at the prospect of a drink drastically altered her opinion.

When we made it to the dorm it already sounded like they weren't so sober, I pushed the other two ahead of me and entered the room that was practically identical to how it had been when I had come up here with Fred earlier, albeit there were more people in it now than before.

"So girlies, we were thinking truth, dare or drink to start, then see where the night takes us, any objections?" stated Fred, and since no one objected he simply announced that he would start. "Soo… Jess, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Which caused him to raise an eyebrow, making me regret it, but I wasn't going to let him know that, so I just raised my eyebrow right back at him.

"I dare you, to…" he looked around the room, looking for inspiration. "Um…. Kiss Lee." I hadn't even noticed Lee was in the room until that point.

"Kay," I hopped off of the bed I was say on, went over to Lee and pecked him on the cheek, before returning to my original seat. "George, truth or dare?" I could feel Fred scowl that I had only half done the dare but ignore him.

"Truth."

"Gods, you are boring. What is the thing you are most afraid of?"

"Not living." He was staring at Angelina as he said this, it was cute dint get me wrong, but it was a little corny how they look at each other like that. "Lee, truth or dare?"

"Um, truth…"

"Who do you like?" George raised his eyebrow as he said it.

"And I'm gonna drink." He stated and he took swig from the bottle that sat in the middle of the floor.

"Oooooh, Lee can I have your turn to ask?" Eliza practically squealed. Without even waiting for him to answer she leapt into asking Fred.

"Dare." He looked straight into my eyes as he said it, as if trying to be defiant.

"Snog Jess." She said it with such glee that I could barely process it, I glared at her. "Oh please Jess, I mean so what if its your first, I'm sure Freddy is great." Her smile did not help the situation as my face turned scarlet.

"Come on then," Fred took my hand and dragged me into the small bathroom just off of the bedroom, my heart leapt into my throat. "Look, we don't have to, just smear some lipstick on me and we can just pretend that we did." He said in a conspiratorial whisper as we closed the door behind us.

"Um, actually, I mean, because we are friends and all I kind of was wondering if we could, get it out of the way," I just word spewed all over him.

"Are you sure?" I nod, though I'm uncertain.

Taking my face gently in his hand, he tilted it upwards so that I was looking him in his beautiful brown eyes. He slowly brought his face to mine before his lips fell onto mine, I could tell that he was trying to hold back, so slowly I began to move my face with his. I felt his tongue flick across my lips, so I opened my mouth, unsure of what else I wanted to do, so I followed what he did, picking up that my tongue would move into his mouth, but gods did he taste good. He tasted like sweets and whiskey, and the flavours danced inside my mouth as butterflies danced in my stomach.

And before I could think any further I felt him begin to pull away, I started to follow before I felt his hand move from my face to my lower back. "Easy there tiger," a low chuckle escaped his lips as he said it. "You gotta pace yourself."

I pouted at this, before I got a look at his face, to see the lipstick smeared across his face. "I'm sorry," I said as I began to chuckle, reaching up to try and wipe some of the colour away with my thumb, before he grabbed my hand. Now I really just wanted to kiss him again.

"Don't bother cleaning up halfway through love." Just like that his hands were around my waist and his lips on mine, my thoughts nowhere else but on him. We began moving backwards towards the counter, as he lifted me up onto it, my legs around him. My stomach was doing backflips, I was kissing Fred Weasley.

There was a knock on the door. "You have got to be kidding me," Fred muttered into my ear as he pulled away.

"Um guys, are you two going to come back?" came a small voice from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, give us a minute." I looked at Fred apologetically, I didn't really want to go back out there, but I knew that people would start thinking we did more that kiss in here the longer we stayed.

"Okay, because I think George and Angie are gonna need the bathroom soon." I practically leapt to my feet, I didn't want to think about them together, like that. Apparently not wanting to think of something means that it becomes the only thing you can think about, so I just tried to focus on Fred, just looking at him, his nose was slightly up turned at the end, and his eyes had a dark splodge of brown in one of them.

"Guess we gotta go then," Fred sounded as disappointed as I felt, but he still took my hand and lead me from the bathroom back into the dorm, which smelled like someone had doused it in firewhiskey.

"Took ya long enough," Lee slurred from across the room, he was so drunk that he had started to suck his thumb as he lay face down on his bed.

"So, we still playing or are you guys gone?" I asked, trying not to sound bitter. They were all off their heads while I hadn't even had a drink yet and they all looked so darn happy. When I didn't get a response I grabbed the bottle from the middle of the room and went to sit on Fred's bed, he looked at me like he wasn't sure how to react to that. He decided that it couldn't do any harm to sit beside me.

But as we sat there, I felt myself wanting him, his voice, his hands, the way he looked at me, I wanted that. We passed the bottle between the two of us, talking and laughing, losing track of time. I felt happy and safe with him.

After hours I didn't even feel myself fall asleep, I just closed my eyes and slipped into a comfortable sleep, dreaming of nothing and peace.