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Phil shoved his hands in his pockets as he made his way down from the stands after watching the first task of the tri wizard tournament. He headed towards the great hall, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to warm them up. He unwound his black and yellow scarf as he sat down at the Hufflepuff table, and just as his numb fingers wrapped around a fresh cup of pumpkin juice, he felt a pair of cold hands on his neck, making him squirm and spill the juice all down his front.
"Chris!" he whined, turning around to glare at his best friend, who just cackled.
"Come on, budge over!" Chris said, plonking himself on the end of the bench next to Phil and shaking the water droplets out of his hair. Phil scrunched up his nose in distaste.
"Your like an annoying puppy!" he said, feigning annoyance and rolling his eyes. Chris laughed.
"You love me!" he teased, to which Phil just stuck his out his tongue. Chris laughed again, and nudged Phil.
"So are you coming tomorrow tonight then?" he asked expectantly. Phil looked up with a frown.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Well, there's a game of Truth or Dare happening at the edge of the forbidden forest tomorrow night." he replied. "Most of the fifth years are going, as well as some of the other schools." he explained. Suddenly, Chris' face dropped and he blushed ridiculously. Sitting across at the Ravenclaw table, directly opposite Chris, was PJ Liguori, a boy in their year with amazing dark curly hair and (in Chris' opinion) a very kissable mouth, and he'd smiled directly at Chris. Phil didn't even turn to look at what had made Chris react so obviously.
"So that's why you're going tonight is it? Lover boy's going as well?" he teased, which made the rest of the colour drain from Chris' face.
"You have to come with me! I hadn't thought of that! What if he talks to me?!" Chris whispered frantically, "what will I do?!" Phil shook his head fondly at his best friend.
"And I thought Gryffindor's were meant to be level headed.." he relied sarcastically. Chris pouted. "Fine. I'll come with you..." Phil gave in reluctantly. Chris grinned.
"You'r-" but Phil cut him off.
"I know, I'm the best, but I'm only doing this so I can try and control you so you don't just pounce on the poor guy." he said, an eyebrow raised in his best attempt to look sassy. Chris scowled.
"I was actually going to say you're a twat, and you look like you've got a fly on your face you're trying to get rid of by only using stupid facial expressions.." he said, elbowing Phil in the ribs lightly. Phil huffed and rubbed where he'd been hit.
"So what do you think is going to happen tomorrow night then?" he asked, keen to know as much about this Muggle game as possible. "How do you play truth or dare?" Chris frowned at Phil.
"You've never heard of Truth or Dare?!" he asked in surprise. Phil shook his head. "Ok, it's the best. Basically, someone asks you if you want to a truth or a dare. If you pick dare, you have to do the dare, if you pick truth, they'll ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully." Chris explained. Phil shook his head.
"I don't think I'm going to play.." he said slowly.
"That's okay!" Chris assured, which surprised Phil. He'd expected Chris to pester him a bit..
"Just please come with me.." Chris begged, looking over at PJ who was having a conversation with a fellow Ravenclaw.Phil nodded.
"I'll still come.." he said, swinging his leg over the bench. "I'm going to bed now but we've got double Herbology last thing tomorrow, you can tell me more then.."
When the pair were both armed with a pair of thick gloves and a pair of garden shears, Phil brought up the topic of Truth or Dare again.
"Okay, other than your boyfriend, and us two, who else is going? Like, specifically?" He asked. "Because I really don't want it to be like, all the Slytherins and us.." Chris shook his head.
"Nah! Loads of people will be going!" Chris persuaded.
"Like who?!" Phil prompted. Chris looked down at the charmed rose he was supposed to be pruning.
"I don't really know exactly" he said mumbled, and Phil sighed. "But it will be awesome, so you still have to come!" he continued. Phil shrugged.
"I don't have to do anything, but I'm going to, so you owe me!" he said, smirking as he tore off his gloves as Professor Sprout told them to clear up and head for dinner. Chris pouted, but followed him anyway.
A/N I realise not much happened in this chapter, but it will get more exciting soon enough. Who else ships kickthestix? Reviews make me happy, and encourage me to upload!