Just Friends

late nights

Fred had asked me during charms that day if I wanted to go over to their dorm later tonight and hang out since it had been a while. I said yes, of course, and told him I'd be there by eight.

Eight o'clock came rolling around the corner and I made my way to the Gryffindor common room. George let me in and we walked up to the boys' room. It was just as I remembered. Their quidditch posters were hung up above their beds. George had his guitar leaning against the window and Fred had his stakeboard propped up against a chair.

Fred took his skateboard and sat down on it in the middle of the room, using his legs to move him slightly from side to side. George took a seat on the other side of the bed I was sitting on.

George leaned over his nightstand, opened his drawer, and pulled out the small bags of muggle-herbs. I had no idea how they had so much of it but I wasn't going to question it either. George handed the bags over to Fred who was sitting on the floor crisscross. Fred kicked his legs backward on the board and bumped into the wardrobe where he opened the door and took out what looked like a red and yellow glass potions beaker that was covered in stickers.

"It's a bong, love," Fred said to me, probably noticing my confused expression.

"I've only ever used paper. Is this very different?" I asked him. He looked at George who shrugged his shoulders.

"Not by terribly much," he answered.

"Wicked." I laughed at them.

Fred held the bong in his hand and his mouth up to the rim of the glass. I watched as he lit the bowl and inhaled. He pulled the bong away from his mouth and handed it to George, who handed it to me. Mimicking what Fred had done, I brought it to my mouth and let George light the bowl. I inhaled and watched as George took the bowl out. I pulled it away from my face and placed it on the bed. I laughed while exhaling, looking around the room at the two of them. I passed the glass over to George who did the same as Fred and me, and we all sat around. This continued a few more times as we all laughed and told stories. Fred told a story about how he had replaced all the Hufflepuff quidditch brooms with mops right before a match so that they had no choice but to forfeit the game that day.

Just then we heard a knock at the door. Fred got up to get it and when he got up, he pushed the skateboard back, and it rolled halfway under the dresser.

"Oi, Ron! How's it going, mate?" Fred stood aside and allowed Ron to come in.

"You guys are so loud, goodness. I thought there were more of you in here considering how loud your laughs were."

"Nah, just the three of us here." George laughed to himself and got up from the bed. Ron walked over to the wardrobe but accidentally stepped on Fred's skateboard, causing him to go flying before finally crashing down on the floor. The three of us couldn't help but laugh. Ron sat up, holding his head.

"You okay, Ron?" I asked between laughs. I hadn't meant to, but I really had very little control over myself at this point.

"Very bloody well, thanks for asking," Ron answered in a very sarcastic tone which only made me laugh harder.

I stayed with them in their dorm pretty late. George had started playing random songs on his guitar and then proceeded to sing made-up songs based on what was going on. Fred and I sat crisscross on the floor like little children, watching at George performed. The night went on and Fred showed me how to flip on his skateboard. George started laughing at me when I fell off.

"I don't suppose you could do any better." What I didn't know is that I was very wrong. He stepped down on the tip of the board, causing it to come up, and he grabbed it.