Disclaimer:: I don't own any of the characters you recognize from the books for big screen. However, I own the original characters as well as the plot.
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I probably should have told Fred and George about my dream last night, and why the voice seemed so familiar to me, but when I saw them both beaming at me as soon as I walked into the common room, I didn't have the heart to do it. I would hate to know that I would be the one who made those smiles fall off their faces, and in no way did I want a repeat of what had happened yesterday. So instead, I bit my tongue and convinced a third year to try some ton-tongue toffee.
Sitting on one of the many staircases that Hogwarts housed, with Fred and George on either side of me, we joked about Professor Snape after having to endure tortuous double potions with him. Without really thinking about it, I rested my head on George's shoulder, flinging my legs across Fred' lap in a more comfortable position as I laughed along with my friends.
"Do you think he's ever even heard of shampoo?" Fred snickered, feeling especially spiteful after the ridiculous load of homework he imposed on us.
"You'd think that because he's so excellence at potions that he'd just develop something to take the grease out permanently," George laughed with his brother, not seeming to mind that I was using him as a pillow.
"Yeah, but this is Snape, we're talking about. I think he actually likes it or something," I shuddered, trying to figure out why anyone would ever want to be covered in enough grease to make a dozen donuts.
"You've got a point, Andi," Fred agreed, stealing some of the tootsie rolls I had in my bag. My mother sent them to me last week, knowing that it was my absolute favorite candy and you couldn't find them anywhere in the wizarding world.
"I usually do," I shot back, taking some of the chocolate for myself before they were all gone.
The day had gone by peacefully slow, and pleasantly uneventful. Every once and a while, I enjoyed a little downtime, where we weren't causing mayhem or getting reprimanded for said chaos. I loved the quiet days were the twins and I got joked around lightly, doing nothing spectacular. Even though I loved a good prank just as much as the twins, it was nice to take a break and just relax, spending a day with my two best friends.
"Looks like it's going to rain, we better move," George mumbled, looking up at the sky darkening above us. As we were out in the open, in clear shot of the rain, if we stayed where we were we would certainly get drenched.
Groaning, I began picking up some of the books that had spilled out of my book bag when Fred tackled me to the ground earlier. Idly, I wished that the storm clouds would subside and take the promise of rain with it. I was enjoying myself right now, and I didn't want something as mundane as rainy weather to ruin it.
As Fred and George gathered up their books, I glanced up once more at the sky scornfully. I looked up at it once more, sure that I had imagined the lack of menacing clouds glaring back at me ugly. But I hadn't. Instead of the grey dismal sky threatening rain, the sky was a light cross of baby blue and the dullest grey, no cloud darker than the shade of eggshell, anywhere to be seen.
"Well, will you look at that," Fred smiled with incredulity in his shining brown eyes as he stared up at the now miraculously clear sky. "Looks like luck is on our side," With that he sat back down in his still warm seat and began to steal more of my candy.
George and I both nodded in agreement as we took our previous seats, and George went on to make snide comments about our various teachers. Barely listening, I couldn't help but wonder how much truth laid in Fred's words. It seemed silly, but there really was no other way to explain why the on-coming storm disappeared so quickly. Was someone, someone who wished away the clouds, honestly lucky enough to simply wish them away? I laughed at myself then, realizing that I had even thought for a second someone could control the weather with a bit of luck, thankfully George seemed to thought that I was laughing at the joke he had just made.
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"Awww, does Ickle Ronniekins have a crush on Andi?" Fred snickered at his brother who blushed when George tripped me, causing me to land straight into his younger brother's lap.
"No, I don't," Ron defended himself weakly, his ears matching his hair spot on.
I glared at Fred, "Leave your brother alone, he's adorable," I grinned, kissing Ron on the cheek lightly before jumping off of his lap for a seat next to Renae instead. We were all sitting in the Gryffindor common room, which was surprisingly uncrowded seeing as dinner just let out.
"You're terrible," Renae laughed as I sat down next to her, smiling back innocently at Ron's now stupid beaming. My lips might have landed a bit closer to his lips than I had originally aimed for…but at least it got his brother to shut up.
"I am, but you love me. We've been over this," I rolled my eyes at her, pushing the book she was reading out of her hands. She was a bit too concerned with school work for my liking. "So are you coming to Hogsmeade with the boys and I tomorrow?" I questioned brightly, happy at the aspect of the coming trip to the local wizard town.
"I'm, uh, I'm sort of going with someone else," She stuttered uneasily, a blush not unlike Ron's creeping on to her face.
"You're going with someone else?" I gasped stupidly, "Well, who is it?!" I demanded, leaning closer to my friend expectantly. Though, I should have guessed who it was right away. Or rather, the position he played seeing as I had no idea who he actually was. The look on her face gave away it was the boy that she had a more than small crush on.
"You're never going to tell me are you?" I scoffed, getting marginally annoyed. It wasn't the fact I was dying to know who caught my friend's attention, though that would be nice to know, I just wanted to know why she was so dead-set against revealing his identity to me.
"It's not the right time," she answered, shaking her head sadly. Sighing, I thought that it would be best if I just let it go, knowing that there was no way she could confess anything to me while we were out in the open. Groaning inwardly, I wished that maybe I would find her and her secret escort somewhere in the village when I was wandering around with Fred and George.
After giving up on Renae, I moved so that I was squished between Lee and George as they argued about which was the better candy, Acips Pops or Fizzing Whizbees. Fred appeared to be trying to convince Angelina of something or other. Thankfully, it was Renae who saved me from my boredom. "Guys, I'm bored," she proclaimed, resting her head lazily against the stone wall by the fireplace.
"Well, what do you want to do?" Angelina asked, happy to have an excuse to disengage in whatever conversation she was having with Fred.
"I don't know, let's play a game," Renae replied looking excited.
"Exploding Snap?" George offered, also ditching his argument of candy. It seemed that everyone was a little more than bored at the moment. Renae shook her head dully, looking for something more exciting than the over played game of cards.
"Gobstones?" Lee suggested, with a shrug of the shoulders, thinking of nothing better than that. Again, Renae shook her head, uninterested.
"Well," I began slowly, not sure it was a good idea to play suggest this game or not. But decided it would probably be the only thing to pass the boredom, "we could play truth or dare,"
"What's that?" Fred voiced everyone's confusion, seeing as none of them have ever heard of the muggle game, all of them being pure-blood.
"It's this game that you play with a group of people," I began to explain, knowing that everyone would love this game given the company I was in, "you ask the person 'truth or dare'. If they pick truth you have to ask them a question to which they have to answer truthfully. If they pick dare, you have to dare them to do something and they can't back out of it, no matter what," I grinned at the reactions I had expected to see.
"Wicked," the twins replied in one of those connected moment, and everyone else seemed to be in agreement figuring, as I did, that the game could definitely eliminate our boredom.
"Let's play in the boy's dorm, it's empty," Lee grinned, already standing up and offering me a hand, which I took appreciatively.
"Sweet, let's go," Renae radiated her approval of both the game and location, and for a second and a half I thought that she might've liked Lee, if I hadn't known for a fact that he would be accompanying Fred, George, and I to Hogsmeade tomorrow.
Sitting on a circle in the center of the boy's dormitory, with Renae on my right and George on my left, the game was just about to begin. Angelina decided that he was going to ask first, and no one had any objections. "Alright, Fred, truth or dare?" she beamed at her friend expectantly.
"Dare," Fred replied simply, waiting for her to do his worst with an easy-going smirk on his face.
"I dare you to…remove three articles of clothing and keep them off for the next four rounds," she laughed at the expression on Fred's face as he looked down at himself, making sure that he was wearing three articles of clothing. When he realized that he did, his relaxed expression returned as he stood up and began to strip.
This sweater was the first to go, then a plain white tee being the next, leaving his toned chest bare. It was hard not to stare at him, his entire body toned from playing Quidditch, but I did my best. Without hesitation, he reached for the zipper on his pants and disregarded his pants. Sitting down on the floor in nothing but a pair of black boxers, he continued to smile, not seeming to be bothered that he was the only one in his underwear.
"Renae, truth or dare?" Fred asked, his elbows resting on both knees, propping up his head.
With a quick glance at me, she reluctantly muttered a weak, "Truth,"
"What is one question you'd HATE to be asked?" Fred smirked, knowing that he just set up the perfect trap. After she answered the question, she's always have to pick dare or answer the one question she'd hate to answer. I had to hand it to him, for being his first time playing, he was really good at it.
"I guess, that would be…"she inhaled, knowing that she was completely stuck, "who I liked," I caught the meaningful glance she shot at me. I smiled at her innocently, knowing that if she was asked truth again, I would finally have the answer to my question.
"Andi," She started and somehow, I knew that no matter what I chose, I was in trouble. The smirk on her lips proved that, and there was no way I believed the innocence she was faking in her eyes. "truth or dare?"
"Dare," I said bravely, knowing that I could never answer the question burning on the tip of her tongue truthfully with George sitting right beside me.
"I dare you to…make-out with George, for a minute," She smirked at me, vindictively, knowing how badly this dare would effect me. I ran my tongue over my teeth, trying to keep my blushing to a minimum. If she was doing this to bother me, I had to do the best I could to show I didn't really care, even though I was freaking out on the inside.
"I'll do it if you will," I shrugged my shoulder, turning to my left. George was smilingly slightly as well, his hand itching the back of his neck. That caused me to smile a little wider, knowing he only did that when he was really nervous or embarrassed.
"I'm down," he replied nonchalantly. Not looking me directly in the eyes, but he seemed like he meant it.
"Time starts now," Renae told us with a flick of her wand, no doubt starting a magical hourglass.
Sitting on my knees, I leaned toward George who mirrored my position. Before I knew what was happening, George's lips met mine. I didn't think about the four other people in the room watching us, or the only reason we were kissing was a dare. Instead my head swam with the familiar scent of George, an apple orchard, the burnt smell of singes after a potion or spell gone awry, and the homey smell that his Christmas sweaters always smelt like, and the fact that it was George that I was finally kissing after all the time I've dreamt about it.
"It's been a minute, guys," Lee told us softly, as we both broke apart slowly. This time George didn't avoid my eyes, and they locked for a second, but that was all the time needed for my heart to start racing under my red and black striped sweater.
After the kiss George and I shared, we learned that Angelina could sing Opera--which we made her demonstrate--Renae would have white-blond hair, blue eyes and be extremely tall if she was a guy, and she would spend the entire time doing disgusting things that only guys can get away with in public if she was a guy for one day, George would use Fred as a slave for a day and make him go to all of his classes and do all of his homework if he had to chose one person in the room to be his slave, Lee would want to be stranded with Angelina on a desert island for the rest of his life because she was the least annoying out of all of us.
Not to mention, Lee had to sit on Fred's lap when Fred was still only wearing his underwear, Renae had to walk into the third year boy's dorm wearing only her bra and underwear and stay in there until she was done singing all of the Weird Sisters' "Do the Hippogriff", George had to put a bucket of ice down his pants and wait until they all melted until walking down into the common room and hold a conversation with someone looking like he had pissed his pants. Lee and I had to dirty dance with each other, which was kind of awkward and fun at the same time.
We continued to play until Kennedy Moore, the sixth year prefect barged in and told us all to get back into our rightful dorms. After I showered that night, staring at the ceiling as I settled into my bed, I couldn't help but think about the way George's lips moved against mine, and the way it felt so right. "Thanks, Renae" I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear.
"Anytime, Andi, anytime, " Renae replied without missing a beat. If there was one thing about Renae that I loved above everything else, it was her way of always forcing me to do things I wanted to do, but couldn't ever do it on my own.
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A/N : Any kind of feedback would be greatly appreciated! And I really hope you all enjoyed chapter three. (: