Title: One Rainy Afternoon
Category: Drabble; AWDT prompt was "Soap!"
Word count: 565, I think - I'm getting closer to the 500 word limit all the time!
Notes: written in 15 - 20 minutes, unbeta'd and not really very good.
Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter related belongs to JK Rowling and those to whom she's licensed them. I don't own anything, and I'm not making any money off nicking HP people, places or things and writing a story about them.
The sound of raucous laughter rang through the dorm room. Five teenaged boys were rolling around in various states of hysteria.
"I've never had one of those before," Ron finally managed to croak out.
"Well, consider yourself lucky for that!" Seamus responded in his trademark Irish brogue. He was wiping at his tongue with the edge of his sheet and making a disgusted face. "It's not right at all that chocolate beans and shite beans should be exactly the same color!"
This prompted a new round of laughter, and it was several minutes before the boys had calmed down enough to catch their breath.
"All right, Neville, it's your turn," Dean finally said, holding out the carton of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans to his friend. Neville obligingly closed his eyes, reached into the carton and withdrew a bean. The other boys looked on expectantly as Neville opened his eyes and examined the bean that he had chosen.
"It's purple," he said with a slight frown. "I can't think of what it could be other than grape, or maybe violet."
"Only one way to find out, mate," said Ron with a grin.
Shrugging his shoulders, Neville popped the bean in his mouth. He chewed carefully for a moment, looking thoughtful, and then his face lit up.
"Blueberry!" he said with a smile. The other boys groaned.
"Why do you always get the easy ones, Neville?" asked Harry, giving his friend a playful nudge with his elbow.
"All right, who's next?" asked Ron, shaking the carton and making the beans rattle.
"I am," said Dean.
Closing his eyes, he reached in, rummaged around a bit with his hand and withdrew a bean. Opening his eyes, he brought the hand holding the bean up to his face and tried to sneak a peek into his closed fist without letting his roommates see what the bean looked like.
"Oy! No hiding!" called Ron, leaning forward to grab Dean's arm.
"Let us see, you tosser!" said Seamus, grabbing Dean's other arm.
Harry and Neville laughed while a short wrestling match took place between their three friends. Finally Seamus pried the bean out of Dean's hand and held it up for all to see.
"It's red!" he called out. "What do you lot think it is?"
"Cherry," said Neville, as Ron said "Strawberry."
Harry said "It might be tomato," and Seamus just shrugged.
"We'll find out in a tick," he said, handing it back to Dean. After making a rude gesture at his best friend, Dean put the bean in his mouth and started to chew.
"Ergh," he said, swallowing with effort and pulling a face. "Blood flavored."
Various expressions of distaste and much laughter greeted his announcement.
"Now you, Harry," said Neville, holding out the carton.
Harry closed his eyes, reached in and withdrew a bean. Opening his eyes, he examined his choice.
"It looks sort of light gray, or maybe dirty white," he said to his friends. "What flavors go with those colors?"
His question was met with shrugs or head shakes from his friends.
"I don't know, Harry. I've never had one that color," said Dean.
"Well, give it a go and find out," encouraged Ron.
Harry popped the bean into his mouth and began to chew. He immediately began to gag and spit it out into his hand.
Once again the friends dissolved into laughter.