Crush or Dare

Title: Crush or Dare
Author: Ivory Wolf
Summary: Youfic. Yet another truth or dare episode. You and Fred fic. Enojoy. ^_^
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Fred and you
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Katie, Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Alicia, and you
Betas: myself
Author’s notes: below.
*Disclaimer: i don\'t own any of the characters from harry potter.

Hola everyone! Yeah, I know it’s been forever and a day since I last wrote a story. I apologize but I’m sure all of you can understand how hectic life can get. Anyway, I know I did a truth or dare type fic earlier, but I found myself fond of it. I hope all of you enjoy and please review. And if you have any specific person you’d like me to have in my next fic, just ask. Please only suggest characters from Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. I’m not sure whether I will branch out or not, but until then I’d prefer to stay in those two categories. Anyway, read, enjoy, and please review! Love,

~ Ivory Wolf

ps. Sorry that I didn’t e-mail this to anyone before hand, but I doubt I’ll get a beta just because I’m so sporadic when it comes to writing these stories that I’d rather post them once I’m done with them then go over them over and over again. It sounds stupid, but I guess I’m weird like that. ^_^

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“Well, one time I was talking to Krum about what he was going to do over the summer and… well… I farted,” Hermione blushes as all of you fall to the ground into hysterics.

“That was great,” you gasp as you wipe the tears from your eyes.

You look at the faces and are glad that you suggested the game. Katie, Fred, George, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Alicia all agreed to your “truth or dare” game since everyone else left the common room. You have to say that you like the outcome since everyone is tear-faced from laughter and it is who-knows how late in the night. You personally think it’s a great way to spend a Friday night.

“I don’t know if I’ve even laughed so hard before,” Fred says dramatically as he looks at you. “Catch me, I feel faint.” You laugh before groaning in pain with his full weight knocks you to the ground.

‘Thank goodness I was sitting,’ you think. ‘Not that it’s bad to have him on top.’ You heart skips a beat and you swear that the room has gotten hotter. Before you have a chance to fully enjoy Fred’s weight on top of you, it’s gone.

“Oy, Fred what are you trying to do? Squish her to death?” George asks, having dragged Fred off of you. You manage to keep yourself from giving George a death glare as you sit back up.

“She enjoyed it, right?” Fred asks as he winks at you.

“Oh yes,” you say dryly. “Loved it.”

As always, Fred finds some reason to make a suggestive comment to you and as always you use your sarcasm to keep him from knowing the truth. In truth, you’ve liked Fred for a long time, but think all of his suggestions are just jokes. To keep yourself from getting hurt you turn on the protection shield and use your sarcasm to keep your feelings at bay. It’s worked, but that doesn’t make it any easier being around him.

‘But who else would I hang out with,’ you think to yourself. The answer is simple. No one. You love Fred and George’s sense of humor and love the mischief all of you get into. You wouldn’t trade either of them (especially Fred) for anyone else in the world.

“I’ll get you back for that one Ron,” Hermione threatens.

“It wasn’t my bloody fault,” Ron says. “How was I supposed to know that that was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you? Besides, I’m not the one who came up with the game, she did.” He points at you and Hermione’s glare turns on you.

“Thanks Ron,” you growl.

“Truth or dare?” Hermione asks you. You sigh and force yourself to figure out which one will be less of a danger. As much as Hermione sucks at this game, you’re sure that her intelligent mind could come up with a good dare now that she’s on bent on revenge.

“Truth,” you smile, knowing that you have nothing to hide.

“Who do you have a crush on?” she smiles triumphantly.

You feel the color drain from your face and your force yourself not to look in Fred’s direction. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Why didn’t you see this coming?! You are such a freakin’ moron!

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” she snaps.

“And if I choose dare instead?” you ask. You hear Fred and George gasp in shock and can’t help but look to see them wide-eyed as they stare at you.

“You’re chickening out?” Fred says in disbelief.

You look at the ground, unable to face anyone. It’s true, for the first time ever you’re chickening out and it was out of a truth! You’ve done dares from dancing around in some 7th years’ boxers to sneaking out and stealing Snape’s robe and putting it on a statue near the Great Hall. You’re the Queen of Truth and Dare and you’ve worn your title proudly since your first year when you, Fred, George, and Lee played it on the train to the way to Hogwarts. And yet here you sit as a “big bad” 7th year, unable to tell the truth.

“Never mind,” Hermione says, realizing how big of a deal it must be if you’re not going to answer it. “That’s not my truth-“

“It’s okay,” you say. “I’ll answer.” You take a deep breath and look at the ground. Your heart is racing in your chest and your hands are trembling, so you clasp them together so no one else will notice. “I… I-“ You take a deep breath before saying, “I like Fred.”

You expected laughter or teasing or something, but none of that comes. When you have enough guts to look up, you see that everyone is staring at you with open mouths. Even Fred is looking at you in shock. You quickly jump to your feet and hurry to your room before anyone has the chance to say anything.

You fling yourself on the bed and bury your face in your pillow as you force yourself to get your feelings under control. You will not cry, you will not cry, you will not cry. You squeeze your eyes shut and you try to calm down. So what the guy you’ve had a crush on since you first came to Hogwarts knows that you like him. What’s the big deal anyway? What’s the worst that could happen?

You whimper when you think of the worst that could happen. He could tell you off for liking him or say that he feels nothing for you. Or worse, he could act like it never happened or think that it was all a joke. “Why wouldn’t he?” you mutter to yourself. “Everything is a joke to him.”

“I’m so sorry,” you hear a voice say from the doorway. You look up to see Hermione standing there with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t know- I wouldn’t have- can you ever-“

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug. “He would have eventually found out anyway.”

“Yes, but-“

“Don’t blame yourself. You were going to change your question but I stopped you.”

“But I knew you were too proud to refuse it!”

“Hermione, no matter how much you want to blame yourself, don’t. I don’t blame you for it and I never will. It was my choice and I’ll deal with it.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks.

“I don’t know. Did anyone say anything after I left?” you ask.

“I came right after you so I didn’t hear anything,” she admits.

“Is she in there?” you hear a voice call. Katie pokes her head in the door. “Fred wants to see you.”

You groan and bury your face in the pillow. “Can this get any worse?”

“Did he say anything else?” Hermione asks.

“Nope, just told me to tell her to meet him in the usual place and then he left,” she shrugs. “Where’s the usual place anyway?”

You don’t answer as you force yourself to stand up and walk passed Katie and Hermione. Once you step out of the Common Room, you can feel your courage slip. You really DON’T want to face him right now, but you know that you have no choice. You take a deep breath and walk through the halls to come across a door that is usually not there unless you walk by three times and think of what you want.

‘Of course he’s already in there,’ you think to yourself. You take a deep breath and tense when you hear the door lock as soon as you close it behind you. Looking around, your brows furrow in confusion. Why is there a bed in here?

Before you have the chance to ponder it further, you feel yourself slammed against the door as a hot mouth lands on yours. You pull back to see that Fred is looking at you with lusted-filled dilated eyes. He groans and kisses you again, this time flicking his tongue against your lips, causing your knees to buckle.

‘Yes,’ is all you can think as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. You moan into the kiss when one of his sinful hands crawls up your shirt and grabs your breast. He chuckles and breaks the kiss, licking your lips before kissing his way down your neck to your breasts.

He quickly strips off your shirt and buries his face in your chest, licking and nibbling any flesh that he can reach. He takes off your bra and flings it across the room before turning his attention to your breasts, his talented tongue giving attention to one while his hand focuses on the neglected one. You gasp and pant as you bury your fingers in his hair, wanting more. You feel yourself slide down the door and are happy to land on his lap when you both reach the floor.

You are even happier when he groans your name softly as you grind against the erection you feel underneath you.

“I… take it… that you feel… the –ah!” you arch your back when he gently bites your breast before licking the area. “The… same –oh!” You moan when his tongue switches to the other breast, finding a sensitive area underneath your breast.

“Do you like my way of telling you how I feel?” he breathes against your wet skin, causing you to shiver.

“Yes…” you pant. “I always… thought you could put your-“ you cry out when he sucks hard on that one spot underneath your breast. “… your…” You whimper as his body move out from underneath you. You can’t think as his tongue and teeth slowly begin their journey down your stomach.

“My?” he asks as he nibbles on your stomach before nuzzling it.

“Your… mouth,” you pant with need as he slowly unbuttons your jeans and slides them off of your body.

“What could I do with my mouth?” he purrs, licking your skin just above your underwear.

“Put it to better use… than… talking- ah!” you buck against his hand when it slips underneath your underwear and rubs your clit. He chuckles and looks into your eyes as he grabs your underwear with his teeth and slowly drags it off of your body.

“Would you like me to do this with my tongue?” he asks as he swirls his fingers, causing you to arch up as you cry out.

“Yessssssssss,” you whimper. “More. Now!”

“You’ll have to ask more nicely than that,” he teases as he slips another finger into you.

“Please!” You guess that he takes pity on you because next thing you know, you’re screaming as pleasure fills your body. His tongue flicks and licks and who-knows what else as you grab his head and press it against yourself. You feel sweat break out on your forehead as he sucks hard on your clit. You’re so close to nirvana that you know it will only take one more flick of his slick tongue…

And suddenly it’s gone. You look down to see Fred looking up at you with an evil grin as his fingers lazily trail over your stomach. “Is something wrong?” he asks.

Is something wrong? Is something wrong?! You growl as you pull at his hair. “If you don’t finish what you start, I’ll take your- FRED!” You scream his name in pleasure when he slams into you. You whimper and groan and beg for more as he thrusts into you over and over again.

“Say my name again,” he growls into your ear before taking it into his mouth.

“Make… me,” you challenge. He smirks as he slides out of you. Instead of slamming back into you, he rubs himself against your slit. You arch against him but he manages to move enough so he doesn’t slip back in. His mouth leaves your ear and sucks on your neck as his hands move your legs over his shoulders.

As his lips reach your breast again, he slams against you with such force that your scream out his name as stars fly in front of your eyes. In the distance you hear Fred’s cries of pleasure as you slowly sink back to reality.

“Mm…” is all you can say as you run your fingers through his hair. You curl his arms when he picks you up and carries you to bed.

“I see that you enjoyed yourself,” he smiles as his fingers lovingly caress your face.

“What makes you say that?” you grin lazily.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s your purring.” You chuckle and bury your face into his chest. “I wish that you would have told me how you feel earlier.”

“I didn’t think you felt the same.”

“Are you kidding me? Why do you think I always made those suggestions to you? Why do you think I fell on you and touched you so much?”

“I thought you were just joking. It seems like everything is a joke to you.”

His fingers lift up your chin so you look into his eyes. “It’s never a joke when it comes to you,” he states. “I love you.”

You feel your heart burst from warmth as you softly kiss him. “I love you too.”

The End

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A little rough, but I hope everyone enjoyed it. Please review and much love,

~ Ivory Wolf