𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 - 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

Chapter Eleven

I sat in the common room with George and Lee while Fred was taking a shower. It was just getting dark, and there was loads of people in the common room. But rather than relaxing, as it was Friday night, we were doing our homework.

"Ughhh." I groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Why is there so much homework? It's only been a week!"

Lee shrugged, checking something in one of his books and writing it down on an essay from Snape, or as we called him, greaseball.

Fred came downstairs and over to us, sitting down next to me, his hair dripping from his shower. "Just do this all tomorrow!" he said, leaning back with his hands behind his head. "Relax. It's Friday night."

I sighed, putting down my quill. "Fred's right. We should relax, I mean who cares about good grades when there's a thing called fun."

"That's the spirit!" exclaimed Fred, patting me on the back as George and Lee out aside their books. "Right then, what do we do?"

"Sneak around the castle?" I suggested. The three of them nodded in agreement, and we all got up and left the common room.

"Where to, then?" asked Lee as we snuck along the corridor.

"Filch's office?" prompted George, and we set off to find it.

***

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present the Marauders Map." I read aloud from the large piece of parchment, the password of which we had managed to crack. I spread it out on the desk. "It's a map!" I said.

"Yeah, we gathered that. It definitely doesn't say it right there." said George sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but it's a map of Hogwarts! Look, it's even got peoples names where they are and everything! I bet if we find Filch's office on this, we'll see our names!" I said, pointing at where it said 'Gryffindor Tower', where there were lots of names, either in the dorms or the common room.

Fred unfolded it further to see a quare room named 'Filch's Office', and there were four names. 'Fred Weasley', 'George Weasley', 'Lee Jordan' and 'Marlene Dursley'. "It's us!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Wait a moment... Filch! He's a couple of corridors away, we've got to get back!"

Panic filled the room as we quickly folded the map back up and carefully opened the door to the office, filing out one by one. I motioned for them to follow me, and we ran down the next corner and into the empty Transfiguration classroom.

We all sat down on the table at the front, catching our breath. I laid down on the table, clutching the stitch in my side. "That was close." I panted, sitting up. "Now, how do we lock this thing so it wipes?"

After a few hours, George tapped the map with his wand and said, "Mischief managed." and the ink on the parchment faded away until the whole piece was entirely blank.

***

"Should we play truth or dare?" I asked as the four of us sat on mine and Fred's beds in the middle of the dormitory.

The boys nodded. "Ok, I'll start. Lee, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Lee said.

"Alright. I dare you to... Tie your tie around your head and dance like a monkey." I said, grinning crazily.

Lee got his tie from his trunk, and tied it around his head. He stood up and began acting like a monkey while Fred, George and I cheered him on. A few moments later, he sat down laughing.

"Ok, George, truth or dare?" Lee asked, throwing his tie back into his trunk.

"Dare." said George confidently.

"Hmm... Run your head under the cold tap in the bathroom for thirty seconds, full blast!" Lee replied, rubbing his hands together evilly.

George walked into the bathroom and we all followed as he turned the cold tap on, to full blast. He trust his head under as we counted. When we reached thirty, he pulled his head out and turned the tap off, immediately towelling his hair as his teeth chattered together.

We all walked back into the dormitory, and George sat next to the fire. "Ok, Fred." he said. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Fred answered.

"Who was your first ever crush? Real or fictional, alive or dead." asked George, a cheeky smirk spreading across his face.

Fred's face, neck and ears went scarlet red. His eyes flicked over to me, which escaped my notice. "Erm... G-Gwenog Jones." he stuttered, his face still scarlet.

"Yup, mhm, ok." said George disbelievingly. "Right then, your turn to ask."

"Mar, truth or dare?" he asked me, the scarlet slowly fading from his face.

"Truth." I said, crossing my legs.

"Have you kissed anyone, and if so, who?" Fred asked after a moment.

"Um... I, uh..." I stuttered, thinking back to two years ago, at the village Muggle primary school. "Yes."

They all leaned forward, intruiged to hear more. "Who?" asked Fred curiously.

"A Muggle girl in the village primary school. It was just a second, and it didn't really count, because we were friends." I murmered, suddenly becoming very interested in my duvet cover, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

They leaned back, surprised. "I never would have thought you'd be lesbian, Mar. Good on you!" exclaimed George.

"Bisexual." I corrected. "I like guys too. Obviously not you guys, though. You're far too funny in the head." I added, and we all laughed.

"I think I'll sleep now, it's late and I'm tired." said Fred, getting under the covers of his bed.

"Good idea." I said, checking my watch. "It's four in the morning, we probably should sleep."

The rest of us climbed into our beds and I blew out the candles, laying down. I wondered why Fred had gone so red when George had asked him his first crush. Then again, he was probably just embarrassed. I thought, flipping my pillow to the cold side.