the truth always comes out | george f. weasley
summary: a game of truth and dare with a little twist word count: 1.2k masterlist
The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with the kind of reckless energy that could only come from a group of seventh-years who had long since stopped caring about rules.
Outside, a thunderstorm rattled the windows, but inside, the fire crackled warmly, casting golden light over the cozy chaos of Honeydukes wrappers, Butterbeer bottles, and a pack of Exploding Snap cards smoldering on the coffee table.
George Weasley was sprawled across an armchair like a king holding court, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he flicked a Chocolate Frog wrapper at Lee Jordan’s head.
You were sitting cross-legged on the rug, half-listening to Fred recount yet another tale of mischief involving Filch and a bucket of undetectable swamp goo.
Your laughter came easily, but your attention kept wandering to George.
He looked especially unfair tonight—the firelight catching in his messy hair, his crooked grin lighting up his face every time someone laughed at one of his jokes. It was infuriating how effortlessly charming he was.
And it didn’t help that you’d been harboring a not-so-small crush on him for the last couple of years.
But you kept it hidden, afraid of what would happen if he’d find out about it. The two of you were friends—nothing more.
“Alright, alright!” Fred clapped his hands, dragging you back to the present. “Let’s shake things up a bit, shall we?”
Lee raised an eyebrow. “What’s your grand idea this time? Another one of your ‘genius’ inventions that turns us all into canaries?”
Fred grinned wickedly and reached into his bag. “Better.” He pulled out a small vial of clear liquid, holding it up dramatically.
Your stomach sank. “Fred, is that—?”
“Veritaserum!” Fred declared triumphantly.
The group erupted into chaos.
“Where the hell did you get that?” Angelina demanded, crossing her arms.
“Let’s just say Professor Snape is a bit careless with his potion stores,” Fred said smugly.
“You’re going to get us all expelled,” Alicia groaned.
“Only if we get caught,” Fred said cheerfully. “Which we won’t.” He plopped the vial onto the table. “Now, who’s ready for the most honest game of truth or dare you’ll ever play?”
“Absolutely not,” you said immediately.
“Absolutely yes,” George countered, smirking down at you. “What’s the matter? Scared someone’s going to dig up your deep, dark secrets?”
You glared up at him. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Prove it.”
Damn him and his stupid grin.
The rules were simple: each player took a drop of Veritaserum before their turn. If you chose “truth,” you had no choice but to answer honestly. If you chose “dare,” you were still at the mercy of the potion—it would compel you to follow through.
You quickly discovered that this was both hilarious and deeply dangerous.
Fred was the first victim. Lee dared him to serenade McGonagall’s portrait, and despite Fred’s protests, he found himself kneeling before the painting, belting out a completely off-key rendition of Can You Feel the Love Tonight.
“Points for commitment,” Angelina said, stifling a laugh as McGonagall’s painted self scowled down at Fred.
Next up was Alicia, who admitted under duress that she once accidentally walked into the boys’ dormitory wearing nothing but a towel and had been hiding from the twins ever since.
Then it was your turn.
You took the drop of Veritaserum with a sigh, feeling the potion settle like warm honey in your chest. Fred leaned forward with a gleam in his eye.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” you said, because you weren’t stupid.
Fred grinned. “Who was your first kiss?”
Heat rose to your cheeks. “That’s easy. Michael Corner. Fourth year. It was awkward and terrible.”
The room erupted into laughter.
“Michael Corner?” George snorted. “Did he even know how to kiss back then?”
“Barely,” you admitted, rolling your eyes. “I spent the whole time wondering if it was supposed to feel like I was kissing a wet sponge.”
George was laughing so hard he nearly fell off his chair.
As the game went on, the questions and dares got bolder.
Angelina dared Lee to wear a full set of Gryffindor Quidditch robes while reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet. Alicia admitted she once nicked a bottle of Firewhiskey from Hogsmeade and replaced it with water, leaving an unsuspecting Filch none the wiser.
And then it was George’s turn.
He took his drop of Veritaserum like a champ, winking at you as he did.
“Truth or dare?” Fred asked, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“Truth,” George said easily.
Fred’s grin turned downright evil. “Who do you fancy?”
George’s smirk faltered for the briefest moment. His eyes flicked to you, then away.
“I…” He hesitated, his hands gripping the arms of his chair as though physically restraining himself.
“Come on, Georgie,” Fred teased. “We’re all waiting.”
George groaned. “Fine. I fancy—” He stopped again, his jaw tightening as his gaze drifted to you.
“Spit it out!” Lee said.
“I fancy you!” George blurted, his face going crimson.
Your heart stopped.
The room exploded into cheers and gasps.
“You what?” you managed to choke out.
George looked mortified, running a hand through his hair. “I—I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
Your cheeks burned as every eye in the room turned to you. “You fancy me?”
Everything about this felt like a dream, too good to be true.
“Yes,” George said miserably. “I have for ages.”
Fred let out a low whistle. “Well, this just got interesting.”
You did not know what to say. If it wasn’t for the truth serum, you could’ve sworn this was all just a stupid joke. But it wasn’t.
Everyone’s eyes were watching your next move, but all you could do was stare at George with disbelief.
The awkwardness didn’t last long—Fred saw to that by immediately daring George to snog you.
“Fred!” you yelped, your face burning.
“What? It’s only fair!” Fred said, grinning.
To your utter shock, George didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, cupping your face gently as he watched your reaction carefully. When you didn’t pull away, he kissed you. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, your heart racing as you kissed him back, all the tension and unspoken feelings between you finally bubbling to the surface.
When he pulled away, his cheeks were pink, but his grin was pure mischief.
“Worth it,” he said.
The room erupted into wolf whistles and applause, and for once, you didn’t mind being the center of attention.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and ridiculous dares. By the time the fire burned low and the last drops of Veritaserum were used up, you found yourself curled up next to George on the rug, his arm slung casually around your shoulders.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear, “this might be the best night I’ve ever had.”
You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “I’d hope so.”
When he laughed softly in your ear, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be.
