*cigarette duet by princess Chelsea*
About a half mile away from 12 Grimmauld Place, there was a heavy flowing stream. By the time they arrived it was somehow even darker outside. They all used their wands to cast "lumos" and stuck them in the dirt so they could see their general area.
The six of them sat in a circle on the grass and took unorganized turns telling stories that every time, without doubt, ended in an ensemble of laughter. All of their clothes were still soaked and nearly all of them had grass stains on every article of clothing.
At a certain point y/n had completely zoned out, the grass twitched and tangled against her fingers as she leaned back into the earth. The flowing stream was loud and the crashing water echoed in her skull, combining beautifully with the music from her MP3.
The only thing able to wake her out of her day-dream state was the memory of the small cardboard box in her pocket. Her cigarettes."I'll be right back guys." she said, uncrossing her legs and bringing herself to her feet.
Cigarettes were not a habit for her, but with school starting again tomorrow she decided she was in desperate need of releasing some stress. She walked about 20 feet away from the others, leaning herself up against a large oak tree. She cuped the cigarette around her lips and used a lighter to light the end. As she took her first deep inhale she noticed Fred stand up from the circle and start to make his way over to her. His hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet.
"You know" he started, now only a few feet away from her, "smokings bad for you"
"your one to talk." she retorted
"It's different" he said extending his hand out to y/n "give it here"
Assuming he was just going to take a hit and give it back, she handed it over. But much to her surprise he dropped it onto the wet grass and rolled his sneaker over it.
"motherfuc-" she started but Fred grabbed her wrist gentle once again.
"come 'ere"
He walked her all the way up to the very edge of the river bank. They both looked down at where the water was flowing relentlessly. And all of the sudden y/n found her self much colder then she was before.
"not gonna lie, this sort of seems like the moment in a horror movie where you'd kill me and dump my body into a river" she turned her body towards him.
He smiled and locked eyes with her
"do you wanna play a game?" He asked.
"...shit..." she sighed "more than anything"
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FanfictionAs morally incorrect as it may be, y/n faces the challenge of choosing between Fred, George, and Ron 😃👍 eh nvm y not all 3- WARNING -SMUT -SUBSTANCES -VIOLENCE -SWEARING