truth or dare

request: from anon: hi love!! can i request fred one shot with #28 & #29? thank you in advance!!!

prompt(s): “professor, i swear, it was me.. just—don’t hurt him.” | “oh my god, you’re in love with the bloke.”

word count: 2k

A/N: changed up the prompts just a little to fit the story—i hope that’s okay, love! and i’m bringing juvenile muggle games into this because it‘s silly and definitely sounds like something fred would love to do. also, writer’s block is hitting hard, been trying to work on requests for days and this was honestly really bloody difficult to write.. yikes! sorry if it’s rubbish

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“Truth or dare?”

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement—now that Umbridge had taken over almost completely, there was barely any area of the castle that was not overturned or watched. At least you still had your sanctuary. She couldn’t bother you in there, could she?

For all she knew, each Gryffindor was sound asleep.

“Isn’t that a bit.. juvenile?” Hermione asked as she flipped through a book, not looking up from its pages.

Ron just rolled his eyes, turning back towards the group and continued on, completely ignoring Hermione’s statement. You could hear her huff loudly on the other end of the common room. “So—who’s up first?”

Katie Bell nervously said, “Can’t we just play truth or truth instead?” You playfully slapped her on the arm and continued to laugh.

Seamus snorted and replied, “That’s hardly a game at all!”

“Blimey,” Dean said, plopping himself down on the floor next to Seamus, “I’ll go first.”

As the sky grew darker and the fire grew warmer, it was becoming easier and easier for Gryffindors to spill their most well-kept secrets. Was it the Butterbeer? The impending doom of Umbridge completely destroying what was left of your school? Voldemort’s return that people were still not entirely believing? You weren’t sure—all you knew is that for the first time since returning to Hogwarts this year, Harry actually looked happy, for once. You reckoned the distraction was a good one.

You turned towards Fred, who had been strangely quiet during the game—merely observing, grinning cheekily, waiting patiently to take his turn. “You’ve been awfully quiet,” you told him, “got something up your sleeve, have you?”

“Aw, Y/N—what perfect timing you’ve got.” He playfully nudged your arm and stood up. “Pipe down,” he told everyone, their laughs continuing to bounce off of the walls in the common room. He glanced right at you and raised his eyebrows up and down. Shit. You swallowed over a lump in your throat. Sure, Fred and George were your best friends, but it didn’t stop them from teasing and pranking you mercilessly. If anything, it just gave them more of an excuse too. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you blurted out a little too quickly, because whatever Fred Weasley had planned, you knew deep down in your heart you did not want to do it.

“Finally going to admit to everyone you’re in love with me, then?” He winked.

You were sure your face was red now. Maybe you could blame it on the copious amount of Butterbeer you’d consumed? Blimey, it was warm—you wished the fire would die down. Everyone seemed to be snickering but not necessarily taking Fred that seriously. Doing your best to not wear your heart on your sleeve, you rolled your eyes at him and replied, “I’m not in love with you, you prat.” So that counted as your turn, yes?

But Fred just peered at you and cocked his head to the side, as if to say, Really, Y/N? You’re a bloody awful liar, which was true. You were. A bad liar, yes, but also—head over heels for him. Always had been. You thought you’d kept your feelings rather hidden, but nothing could slip past Fred Weasley, you supposed. Next to you, George kept glancing at you and was doing his best to stifle a laugh. Bloody hell—couldn’t get anything past him either? You shoved George, took a breath and asked mockingly, “Anything else? Or does that count?”

“Nah—but I haven’t any more truths,” Fred told you, shrugging his shoulders.

“Got to do a dare now,” Harry said, and you shot him a look of, who’s side are you on, Potter?

“Reckon Harry’s right,” George said, and when you narrowed your eyes at him, he put his hands up in surrender, “just playing by the rules!”

You groaned and stood up. “If doing this stupid dare is going to move this game forward, then this dare I shall do.” You turned towards Fred, whose arms were folded and he was looking rather impressed indeed. “Let’s have it, then.”

“Sneak into Umbridge’s office with me,” he began, and you already didn’t like where this was going, “want to give her a little gift, courtesy of George and I—some toffee she can have with her evening tea,”

“What will it do?” Ron asked admiringly. Hermione rolled her eyes yet again.

George laughed, “Hopefully her tongue will swell so much she won’t be able to bloody talk for awhile. Can’t stand listening to that woman speak.”

The common room erupted with laughter while Fred awaited your response. “You’re both idiots. Well—you coming, or not?” You asked him as you walked towards the portrait hole. “I’d like to make this as quick and painless as possible.”

“You’re actually going to do it?” Neville asked you, his eyes growing with worry.

“If it gets Weasley here off my back—yes,” you replied, and then a bit softer, “no worries, Neville. We’ll be back in a jiffy.”

The two of you climbed through the portrait hole and out into the corridors, being as quiet as you possibly could be. “Enlighten me, Fred,” you whispered, walking stealthily throughout the corridors, keeping close to one another, “how in the hell d’you expect to get into Umbridge’s office and lure her away from there?”

“I happen to know for a fact that Umbridge spends these evenings in Dumbledore’s office, going over rules and guidelines straight from the Ministry,” he shook his head in dismay, “so we’re in the clear. Besides, nothing like a bit of an adrenaline race, eh?” You were closer to him than you ever had been before, and he was right—your adrenaline was racing, but not due to the dare.

It was seemingly easy to break in, actually. A simple Alohomora unlocked her office door—kind of pathetic, really, quite an easy bit of magic—and you walked into the irritating sounds of meows coming from every which direction. “Blimey—how many bloody cats does this woman have?”

“Just hurry up, Freddie,” you growled through gritted teeth, watching the door like a hawk, as Fred took his time placing the toffees down gently, neatly mixed in with the cookies already next to her tea cup she’d surely gotten from the kitchens. “I’d like to get back to the common room in one piece.”

“Oi, relax, woman,” he replied, making sure nothing looked out of the ordinary, “I’ll get you back before your bedtime.” You nearly shoved him into her desk as he stifled a laugh, and he then gently guided you towards the door.

You were out of the office, thank Merlin, and nearly halfway down the second corridor back towards the Gryffindor common room when Fred said, “Look at you! Being all adventurous—didn’t hurt now, did it?”

“I hate you,” you replied with a grin, before you felt a hand grab at the back of your shirt and pin you both against the wall.

A sickeningly sweet giggle reverberated off of the walls and you shot Fred a glance, as if to say, If we survive this, I’m going to murder you. “Bit late in the evening for a stroll, yes?”

“Couldn’t sleep, Professor,” Fred replied and cleared his throat.

“Ah, so it was your idea to sneak out of your common room so late at night, was it, Mr. Weasley?” Umbridge seethed, “Planning another one of your pranks, perhaps, yes? Where is he—your twin—I reckon he’s out here too?” Umbridge looked so short compared to Fred, but she wasn’t afraid to place her wand right up to his face. “Clearly, the discipline at Hogwarts is not working the way it should. We need something that will—sink in, yes? Perhaps—yes, maybe a bit of torture would do?”

What? She was out of her bloody mind! For sneaking out of a common room? That was hardly a reason to torture a student—mind you, it was illegal! What kind of brainwashed maniacs worked at the Ministry, anyway? Fred sucked in a breath and raised his eyebrows at you, as if to say, Run while you can, but instead you found yourself drowning in fear and tugging on the ends of Umbridge’s robes—

“Professor, I swear, it was me.. just—don’t hurt him.”

What had gotten into you? You might as well have just blurted out that you’re in love with him, at this point.

“What?” Umbridge and Fred asked at the same time, surprise noticeable in their voices. Then Dolores continued, “Taking the fall for your boyfriend, are you? Noble, yes—but, you silly girl, now you’ll pay—”

Just then, Peeves swept himself throughout the corridor, laughing maniacally and tossing many things at Umbridge’s head. Screaming and letting go of Fred’s shirt, she began to run throughout the corridor as Peeves chased her down towards the Great Hall—surely, her yells waking everyone in the castle. Without thinking on how Peeves just saved you both, you tugged on Fred’s arm and said, “Let’s go!”

You both stopped short right before the portrait hole, gasping for air and breathing heavily. “What a night,” Fred teased, noting the annoyance in your eyes.

“I could seriously kill you,” you replied, swatting him with your sleeve, “you’re lucky she didn’t beat us! That crazy old bat.”

“Yeah,” Fred agreed, running a hand through his hair and smirking excitedly, “but c’mon, don’t lie to me—I know you enjoyed yourself. Want to do it again?”

“Isn’t this the kind of thing you do with George?”

“Maybe I just wanted some alone time with you—you know, since you’re mad for me, and all. No denying it now—you took the fall for me,” he mocked Umbridge, and continued to tease you mercilessly.

Well, guess you couldn’t get out of it now? You smirked at him and shook your head.

“Maybe he was helping me out a bit?”

What? “You’re mad,”

Fred reached out and placed a piece of hair behind your ear. It was a small, intimate moment, but one shared just between the two of you—and it wasn’t something you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon—you knew that for sure. You swallowed over a lump in your throat. “Maybe I am,” he said, and grinned from ear to ear. What the bloody hell was he doing?

You heard voices around the bend and jumped—desperately scrambling to get back into your common room. When you both climbed back through the portrait hole, your heart beating rather rapidly, you were tugged to one end of the common room with the girls where they began giggling animatedly.

“I can’t believe you did it! Tell us everything!” Parvati squealed.

A few minutes later, you heard the boys erupt in laughter and yells on the other end of the common room, while the girls listened with baited breath for you to finish your story about your untimely encounter with Umbridge. Then, Hermione peered at you questioningly.

“Why on earth did you take the fall for him?” she asked you, squeezing your arm. “You’re lucky Umbridge didn’t throw you in detention—or worse—actually use that Unforgivable Curse on you!”

Katie replied, “What—you in love with the bloke, or something?” She, Ginny, Parvati, Angelina, and Hermione all fell into fits of giggles, when you peered across the common room at Fred, who turned away from the boys to meet your eyes, and winked at you.

You wished everyone else would leave for their dormitories, leaving you and Fred alone. You wished you had more time to sneak around the corridors late at night. But everyone was awake and alert, doing stupid things throughout the common area and revealing silly secrets, even though it was now nearing two a.m.—and besides, it was your turn now, anyway. You couldn’t wait to get Fred back for his ridiculous stunt.

“So,” you started, sitting yourself down next to Fred, and waiting to continue as everyone took their places. Fred’s firey eyes met yours, and you wanted nothing more than to pull him close to you and press your lips to his. But after the night you had, you knew you’d have a lot of time for that—was sneaking out of the common room going to become a new thing for you both? He placed his hand around your waist and squeezed your hip. Yes seemed to be the answer.

You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a smirk that would certainly send him into overdrive, “truth or dare, Freddie?”

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