FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 30
WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse
"No," you say out loud, taking your hand back.
It's not right for a student to be punished with physical harm (or any kind of harm for that matter). You're not one hundred percent sure that's what Professor Umbridge has planned for your detention, but the possibility of it is enough to keep you from entering her office. Just as you turn around to head back down to the Great Hall, you find Fred and George running towards you up the stairs.
"Y/n!" the twins call out to you, and butterflies in your stomach come to life at hearing them say your name.
"Fred! George!" you reply, grinning as relief flows over you now that you've made the decision not to go to detention with Umbridge.
"Don't do it!" George huffs, panting heavily.
"I know you're accustomed to being a goody-goody, but this isn't worth it," Fred wheezes.
You snort and roll your eyes. "Not to worry; I don't need convincing. I'm hardly a 'goody-goody' after sticking around you two almost everyday since the beginning of the school year."
The twins share a sigh of relief.
"Dinner!" you exclaim. "I get to have dinner!"
"Hooray!" the twins shout.
"We'll have to be quick about it," Fred says as the three of you link arms and start for the Great Hall. "If you're not here for detention, Umbridge has no reason not to eat her own supper in the Great Hall, too."
And quick you are. (You've now disobeyed Umbridge twice within the last five hours, and you aren't eager to see what she'd do if you ran into her again.) You and the twins rush down to the Great Hall, gather as much food as you can carry, then run up to Fred's and George's dorm. All of the students should be having dinner at the moment, so now there is much less of a risk that you'll cause a fuss being seen in the Gryffindor common room.
You practically fall onto George's bed in exhaustion. "I'm never going up another flight of stairs for as long as I live," you cough, then abruptly realize that you're lying on George's bed. You sit up in a hurry, accidentally sending rolls flying out of your pockets. You go to pick up the rolls and hope that if your face is red Fred and George will believe it's because you'd been running.
The twins chuckle, looking just as, if not a little less, fatigued than you. Fred slumps down against the wall by the door while George takes a creaky, wooden chair on the other side of the room.
After gathering all of the fallen bread, you split the number between the three of you. Fred sets a bowl of green beans and noodles on the floor along with four oranges. George reveals more rolls and a whole bottle of "Otter's Fizzy Orange Juice", and you and George let out an approving whoop.
The three of you have gotten closer to share the food and are now all sitting on the floor in a circle. You eye the bowl of loose, wet green beans and noodles as you peel an orange and laugh. "I'd use 'Accio' to summon a fork for that, but that seems dangerous."
"Hmm. I didn't think about that," says Fred. "I wonder..." He proceeds to take out his wand, point it at the mess of food, and say, "Wingardium Leviosa," performing the swish and flick wand method.
Everyone watches silently as a single noodle rises slowly into the air. You giggle.
"I'm not sure what I was expecting, but that works I suppose," George snorts.
"Open wide, y/n!" Fred says, guiding the noodle over to you. You open your mouth, but the noodle lands on your nose and the three of you laugh.
About an hour later, after most of the food is gone, the realization of your situation finally sinks in.
"Oh, I'm just dreading what Umbridge might do to me," you groan.
"Here, have some fizzy orange juice," Fred says, taking a swig before passing the bottle.
You laugh weakly, "Drowning my worries in pop won't do me any good," but you drink it anyway.
"Don't you bother your pretty little head. What's she gonna do anyway? Expel you?" George snickers. He stops when he sees your expression change as you remember your conversation with Malfoy from earlier that day.
"...I'll just have to wait to make my complaints until after she's become headmistress," Malfoy had said. "Then she could do some real damage."
"Yeah. She might." You take a long drink.
"She couldn't," George says. "She doesn't have that kind of power... Even if she did, would it be so bad?"
Fred shoots George a look that you can't interpret, but before you can ask what it's for, Fred says, "You seem... irrationally concerned about this, y/n..."
"I'm not," you sigh. You then go on to tell the twins about your run in with Malfoy and his claims. Fred and George are quiet for a moment afterwards, but they handle it well altogether.
"I wouldn't be surprised actually," George says, clicking is tongue in disappointment.
Fred nods. "Me neither. She's gotten this far... I wasn't going to mention it because I didn't want to be the bringer of bad news, but have you heard about Professor Trelawney?"
Your stomach tightens. "Oh, no. What happened?"
"Since our last class with her," Fred speaks slowly. "Umbridge had her... sacked."
"What?!" you exclaim. "She can't do that!"
"Apparently, she can," George sighs. "Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it, other than demand that Trelawney still be allowed on school grounds."
"That's terrible..." You are truly sad. Despite the divination teacher being rather unpopular with most of the students, you have always been fond of Professor Trelawney, more so than any of your other professors even.
"I'm sorry, y/n. I know you'll miss her lessons," Fred consoles.
The door suddenly swings open, and a couple of the twins' roommates walk into the room.
"Y/n. Hello," Lee Jordon greets you awkwardly. "You're early."
"Ah, yes. I'll just, er, leave then," you say, quickly standing. You don't want to be here when the boys change into their pajamas.
"We'll come with you," Fred and George say simultaneously, and they follow you out the door.
"Where do we go?" you ask, nervous as the few Gryffindor's in the common room stare as you pass.
"How about the Room of Requirement?" George suggests.
"I am all for it," Fred says, grinning slyly and nodding his red eyebrows at you.
"Pff, if we go to the Room of Requirement, we're going to finish our Nosebleed Nougat," you giggle, becoming flustered at the memory of snogging Fred earlier. You shove him playfully. "We're so close. And we won't need to bring any of our materials."
George clears his throat loudly. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
You're grateful for the distraction. When you get to the Room of Requirement, everything you need is there and ready to go. You immediately get to work, putting together the concoction you had made so many times previously. Knowing that they'd only get in your way if they tried to help, Fred and George sit back on a comfy couch kindly provided by the Room and watch.
About an hour later, you think you're done putting all of the ingredients into the bubbling cauldron when you notice a tiny, glass bottle that you hadn't bothered to pick up. You are sure that you hadn't missed anything when you prepped all of the needed components...
You pick up the bottle and bring it closer to your face to better view the label, watching the strange, brown liquid inside slosh around, and read "Siccativus".
It suddenly dawns on you that the Room of Requirement had produced absolutely every ingredient you knew you needed to make the nougat... What if it also produced something you didn't know you needed?
With shaky hands, you do your best to carefully pull the cork out of the glass bottle before pouring its contents into the cauldron. You stir the blue, syrupy liquid and watch as it gradually turns purple. Blue was always as far as you got... until now.
You wait in impatience for about five minutes to let the liquid cool and harden. Then, using a small knife (provided by the Room), you cut out a small, purple rectangle.
"Fred... George..." You mumble, fixated on the sweet in your hand.
Both twins have dozed off and don't hear you over their own snoring. "Hey!" you shout, and the twins startle awake.
"Huh? What?" George yawns, rubbing his eyes.
"Eat this," you say, reaching into his bag and pulling out an orange nougat. You stuff it into his mouth. "Chew. Quickly. I think I've got it this time."
At hearing this, both twins appear much more alert and aware. George swallows. Seconds later, his nose begins to bleed profusely. You give him the purple nougat. George chews. George swallows.
Everyone holds their breath in anticipation, and the seconds seem to pass all too slowly. It's difficult to tell if the bleeding has stopped because there is already so much blood. You curse under your breath and turn around to search for a towel. You find one has appeared neatly folded by the cauldron. You grab and toss it at George's face.
"Ah. Thank you," George grunts, wiping the blood off his face. You and Fred watch his nostrils earnestly, just daring more blood to dribble out, but it doesn't. George's nosebleed has stopped.
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