#bang the doldrums

Bang the Doldrums | f.w.

a/n: i am absolutely in LOVE with this song and fred weasley!!! i highly suggest listening to Bang the Doldrums by Fall out Boy either before or during your read!

c/w: alcohol use

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You and Fred Weasley always had a sort of- how to put it- tension. Since you had met in your 3rd year, there was always a wink or sly remark thrown your way, and vice versa, but you thought it meant nothing from him. You kept it to yourself, but, you had always had a crush on the lanky ginger boy who had grown to become your best friend. You would sooner enter the forbidden forest alone than ruin your friendship with him over some little feelings.

Tonight, though, you were toying with the idea that maybe your crush was not so little. You, the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were playing a game of Truth, Dare, or Drink. Now, this wasn’t so bad until the twins brought out a small green vial and sat it in the center of the criss-crossed circle you all had formed on the floor.

“Firewhiskeyand veritaserum? Really boys?” Hermione complained, her tone suggesting that, this time, they had taken the game too far.

“Whaat? It’s not like we’ll ask anything too revealing,” Fred replied with a wink at you. Your cheeks grew hot, probably just the whiskey, right? You always hated truth or dare, your friends had a habit of choosing the most embarrassing dares and the most revealing truths, but then, what was a Weasley game without some spark?

“Fine but I’m choosing dare on every single one of my turns,” Hermione rebutted with a knowing grin.

“Sure! No shame in that,” the twins said in unison. You always wondered just how they did that, sometimes their joint sentences were so long it was almost impressive.

“Alright settle down ladies and gentlemen, the game is about to begin!” George said in a mock-announcer voice. “What brave soul dares go first?” Your stomach ached slightly with nerves hoping that someone would volunteer before one of the twins chose you first.

“I think Y/n should go first!” dammit Fred. Of course, the group murmured a cluster of agreement. “Right then, truth or dare?” he asked you innocently.

“umm… dare?” you said, silently cursing your friends who put you into this awful position.

“Dare! Wonderful choice, Y/l/n. I dare you to eat a puking pastille!” Your face contorted with disgust. Fred saw this and cheekily replied, “or you could always drink instead!”

“Drink it is,” you replied before taking a swig from your glass, coughing at the burn in your throat.

The game continued on for a few more rounds with Ron telling his most embarrassing school story, George receiving a chocolate that caused him to make varied cat-noises for 30 seconds, and Harry taking at least 3 drinks. When it got to Hermione, though, you were less than focused on her play. Fred had removed his jacket, and you noticed his collar had been undone slightly, and his hair, God, it was perfectly messy, and his smile was lethal, and those eyes-

“Right, Y/n,” Ginny started, “truth or dare?” Your thoughts were cut off, as the game had finally returned to you. You dreaded your answer, but the dares thrown at the others seemed to grow worse with each round, so you reluctantly replied, “Truth,” immediately regretting your words.

The group cheered and George handed you the vial of veritaserum. You took a sip, and as you swallowed, Ginny asked her question. “Do you fancy someone in this room?”

You nearly choked on the potion. You could feel the redness creep to your cheeks, but you couldn’t help yourself from replying, “Yes!” Startled by your own words, your hands flew to your mouth. Everyone leaned in toward you, overlapping their “oo"s and whistles.

"Really?!” She replied, now excited, having received a different answer than she expected. “Who?” she pried. You hoped that Hermione would but in just then, stating that two questions weren’t allowed in the rules, but she was just as interested to know as the rest of them.

You fought to keep in your answer, but it found itself to your lips and you unwillingly replied “Fred!” You cringed and dipped your head down to avoid eye contact with your friends, but the girls squealed and the guys began patting Fred on the back, echoing in cheers and praises.

Suddenly your ears were filled with questions about how long you’d fancied him, did he know, and why didn’t you tell us?! All you could do was blush and grip your glass close to your mouth, pretending to drink.

The game was now over, this new, exciting information took precedent over some silly game. You hadn’t even stopped to notice the red tint on your counterpart’s cheeks, or the fact that he hadn’t spoken a word since you blurted out your secret.

Eventually, George said something that took the attention off of you and Fred, and you were able to talk to him without the extra pairs of eyes and ears on you.

“Hey I’m sorry about that it’s probably just the whiskey I-” your rambles were cut off by Fred’s interruption.

“It’s alright, we’re best friends!”

You blurted: “Better off as lovers, and not the other way around,” and again, your hands covered your mouth. Was it leftover veritaserum? Or was it just the newfound confidence you felt now?

Fred looked shocked, your confidence faltered, he doesn’t think the same as you, of course he doesn’t. He steps toward you. “Do you really think so?” Your eyes become glued to the shag carpet beneath you. Then, he lifts your chin with his finger. “Darling I’ve been waiting to hear that for ages, you have no idea.”

Your eyes grow wide, “You’re not joking are you? Fred if you are it’s not funny,” you say with a warning tone.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m not that cruel,” he says with a chuckle. Princess, huh? That used to be something he said when you were being lazy or pouting, but now it felt different.

“So what now?” you asked.

“Can I kiss you?” he replied. You can’t believe he even asked, that was way out of character for your best friend. You nodded, nevertheless, and he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You were way too enthralled by Fred’s lips on yours to notice that the room had gone completely silent, and your friends had turned their attention back to you.

Eventually, Ron and George started cheering and Harry joined in. You pulled away abruptly and your cheeks grew red once again. Fred laughed and your fingers touched your lips, still in disbelief that your best friend just kissed you.