Harry Potter Characters X Reader

27: Chicken

TW: None. Rating: PG.

"Hey, come join us!" George shouted at me.

"Why?" I asked as I stepped into the common room.

"Because," Fred reasoned.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked as I joined the twins.

"Bein' bored," George answered as he pulled me down onto the couch.

"And playing truth or dare," Fred elaborated, pulling me down as well.

"Okie, I'm interested."

"Angelina," Fred called.

"Katie!"

Lee joined us, accompanied by Alicia.

The twins counted heads then looked around and spotted Wood, alone in his own desolate corner.

"Oh Woooood," they called.

He turned and looked at the group for half a second before deciding pointedly, "No."

"Oh really, Wood?" Fred asked.

"It's just some quidditch mates plus two," George continued, "so which is the problem? Who don't you like?"

"Really Wood? See if I'll be nice while commentating-"

"No, that's not it-" he started.

"So you don't like me?" I asked with a slight pout and made my eyes tear up.

"It's not that either," he affirmed.

"So then why not?" Fred asked.

"If you're not lying," George added and put an arm around me. I dropped my shoulders and looked at the ground. George pulled me to his side and rubbed my shoulder. "Which I'm sure you're not," he assured, looking to me.

He sat there for a solid count of five before rising to join us.

I smiled and scooted a little closer to George. Wood sat between me and Fred.

"See, it's okay," George promised.

I sniffled and sat up. Wood took my hand and rubbed his thumb across it. "See? I like ya just fine, lass."

"Thanks," I said with a laugh.

"Okay, you two. Enough being pleasant. It's time to hate each other," George interrupted. "You first. Truth or dare?" he asked me.

"Truth."

"Alright, chicken. Tell us about your first kiss," George teased.

"Bobby Miller, thirteen and fifteen, football field, five o'clock."

"Two years older than you?" Angelina asked.

I nodded.

"Was he a good kisser?"

My eyes went wide as I shook my head. "See this little scar here?" I asked, using my tongue to point to it. "He bit my lip so hard that I bled."

All eyes widened. "What the fuck," Wood stated simply, voicing everyone's reaction.

I laughed. "Yeah..."

"Was he hot?"

"Meh," I answered. "The biggest positive physically was his build. Also hair. But otherwise..." I sighed. "Take Marcus Flint's eyes and general face. His teeth were fucked, but those things were sharp. Considering he tore my skin."

"Why would you... Why?" Katie asked.

I shrugged.

"What? Was his build and hair that attractive?" Katie pressed.