Friends? Fred Weasley x OC

Chapter two

It was after 9 pm and dinner was over. Everybody was sitting outside around the bonfire making s'mores that Mr. Weasley recently had discovered in his muggle studies. As kids Hermoine and Amelia once went camping with their parents, so they had experience in that matter. "Moine, do you remember when went camping with mum and dad?" Amelia asked laughing as she remembered what had happened that night. "Yes, oh my god, dad wanted to make us s'mores and got caught up telling us this funny story from work and burned not only the marshmallows but also the sleeve of his sweater." Everybody laughed as Hermoine told the story about our camping memory. "He was so eager to make us s'mores that he just took of his sweater and started toasting the marshmallows all over again." Amelia loved this memory of her family, and even though they write each other all the time, Amelia still missed her parents a lot.

After a while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went to bed leaving the kids alone. Fred and George looked at each other with an unfamiliar look, before sprinting inside the burrow. The others looked around all confused with the behavior of the twins. "Where did they run of to?" Harry asked Ron and Ginny hoping they had the answer to every one's question. They just shrugged their shoulders as confused as everyone else and waited for them to return. A few moments later the twins returned with a grin on their face as they each hold two bottles of booze. Fire whiskey to be exact.

"Where did you get that from?" asked Ron with a thrilled voice. "Dad receives them from work every year and gives them away from time to time" Fred sat down next to Amelia handing her a plastic cup before pouring her some whiskey. "Thank you!" said Amelia with a smile taking a sip from her cup. "Well, won't he notice if they suddenly went missing" Hermoine asked. "Well, he still has about 5 bottles and if he asks, we will just tell him that he gave them away" George answered her question as he went around pouring everyone a drink.

Once they all had a drink George suggested that they played truth or dare but with a slight twist. The person who chooses 'truth' had to take Verita serum.

"So, let's start, Harry truth or dare?" Ron looked at his best friend with a slight grin. "Truth" Harry replied confidently taking some Veritaserum. "Did you ever kiss my sister?" Harry turned a bright shade of red as he directly looked at Ginny who turned a similar shade of red. It wasn't a secret that the teens liked each other but teasing them was just fun for everyone. "yes" he mumbled under his breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. Teasing looks were shared and comments were made. They all had drunk a few Fire Whiskeys, and the backyard was buzzing with laughter and conversation, but there was a certain hazy warmth to everything. The drinks had loosened everyone up—jokes became funnier, stories louder, and glances lingered longer than usual. As the night went on, the group started to feel more daring, the fire in their bellies matching the glow. Laughter echoed around the room as the teens took turns playing Truth or Dare, each round pushing boundaries just a little further. Hermoine being the girl she is, had already gone to inside to drink some water feeling a bit too tipsy. When it was George's turn, he grinned mischievously, eyes gleaming with mischief, as he looked over at his twin brother Fred. "I dare you," George said, leaning forward with a smirk, "to kiss Amelia on the lips."

Fred tried to act casual when George dared him, shrugging like it wasn't a big deal. "Alright," he said, glancing at Amelia with a nervous smile. The group fell silent, all eyes on them, waiting. Amelia's face flushed, clearly caught off guard by the dare. She smiled nervously, her fingers fidgeting with her hair as she nodded, signaling for him to go ahead.

Fred leaned forward slowly, not wanting to make it awkward, but the air between them was thick with anticipation. The kiss started soft, just a quick, gentle brush of their lips, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, for reasons neither of them fully understood, the kiss lingered. What had started as a simple dare shifted—Fred leaned in a bit more, and Amelia didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, too.