for the new visitors & the recurring ones, i'll repeat myself once more: this is a Weasley twins x oc fic and if that isn't the move for you, leave it the fuck alone(;
female reader; first person pov; slow burn; smut; minors-DNI
wc: 1,189
Chapter 13
~Fred~
She's really done it to us. George and I can't seem to stop talking about her. Don't get me wrong, I love me a beautiful woman and everyone knows this. However, I haven't even been able to look in another girl's direction since she started giving us the time of day. I really don't know what changed between last year and this year but i'm really happy it did.
"Brother, are you alright?" George shakes my shoulder, snapping me out of my daze.
"Yeah i'm alright. Just thinking." I look out over the forbidden forest from a distance.
"Lee?" He picks his head up and takes in the view with me.
"Yep." I sigh.
"Don't I know it. What are we doing?" He asks me and, i'm sure, himself.
"I couldn't tell you. What I can tell you is that we're both immensely infatuated with her and she wants both of us. Isn't that what we've wanted?" I stand up and start to walk the corridor.
"It almost angers me how much this confuses me. I want her to be ours but I don't want to scare her away even though she's stuck around this long." I continue my tangent until George catches up.
"Relax, brother. She wouldn't treat us the way she does if she didn't want to be a part of whatever this is. We'll have a conversation with her where we define everything but in the meantime, take a breath. You're bloody Fred Weasley. You could walk into any of those rooms in that school and have a girl swooning over you." He tries to boost me up.
"But none of them are her and you know that. You saw her this morning. The angel that she is wants to waste her time with the terror twins. Are we going to fuck her up?" I sit down on a bench and look up at my brother.
"Are you kidding? The first thing we did today was fuck her but trust me, even if it's the last thing we ever do we won't fuck her up. Have some faith." He pats my shoulder and his words stick with me. He's right. She will end up with us.
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My day continues on, class to class, fucking off. I'd rather be spending my time reading to Lee than listening to the professors ramble on.
Me? Reading? What the fuck is this girl doing to me.
The last bell of the day tolls loud and proud as I grab my things and get back to my room. After sitting around and thinking for a couple of hours, I change my clothes and grab my walkman and headphones with George's Aerosmith cassette, the one Lee brought him over from America. I go to open the door and almost run straight into George, who has a confused look on his face.
"Where are you off to?" We swap places, me ending up outside the doorway.
"I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head. I've been thinking too much today." I look down at my walkman and then back at him. I lift it up in my hand and nod his way.
"I'm borrowing your tape by the way." He smirks.
"Our tape." He corrects me and I smile, understanding his multiple meanings. I make my way to my usual starting point, the elm tree by the lake. I stop dead in my tracks when I see the very reason I need to clear my head sitting beneath the tree with a book in her hands.
I really wouldn't expect anything less.
"You finished Of Mice and Men already?" She jumps a mile out of her skin and clutches her chest, laughing at her own fright. She closes her tattered copy of My Fair Lady and stands up.
"Yeah, It was great as always. I cried. It was a whole thing. I really don't want to talk about it." She flashed me a sheepish grin and it made me very aware of the dimple in her cheek.
She's so fucking pretty.
"What're you out this way for?" She looks me up and down, addressing my attire which happened to be jeans and a red sweater. I shove my hands in my pockets.
"I was going to go for a walk, but it is getting rather dark isn't it?" I look up toward the sky and she does the same. I look down at her as she's taking a second to admire the clouds and I cant stop thinking about how it felt to kiss her neck and have her melt beneath me.
I need to collect myself before I take her underneath this tree.
"Yeah we should probably get back to our common rooms." She looks me dead in the eyes and hooks her finger in one of my belt loops. In one swift motion, she's tugging me behind her as we're walking towards the castle. She lets go of me as soon as we step into the hallways and I already miss her touch. I let her walk in front of me so I can mindlessly follow her. My eyes drift from her ponytail to her small waist, landing on her tight ass. My hands almost tremble at the thought of grabbing her and having my way with her, so I shove them deeper in my pockets and take a breath.
"You alright back there?" she tosses a smirk over her shoulder at me, not knowing the demons I'm currently fighting.
"I'm doing just fine." I look down at her and see something flash in her eyes before her smile widens. She takes a hard left, faster than i've ever seen her move. I follow right behind her, confused as hell when she rips open the door to one of Filch's custodial cupboards. She yanks me inside after her and swiftly closes the door, locking it behind us.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask her with a hint of excitement in my hushed voice. She further shushes me and dimly illuminates the small space with her wand.
"You have to be extremely quiet and we have to make sure you don't knock anything over." She looks around our immediate area, making sure we're in the clear and uses Nox to return us to complete darkness.
"Okay I understand the being quiet part but why am I the one that's going to be knocking something over? You're the clumsy one, why are you assuming it's me-" I shut the fuck up when I feel her unbutton my jeans. My breath slightly hitches as the silence is filled with the sound of my zipper. I hear her exhale a small laugh before she releases me from my underwear.
A sigh escapes me as I feel her warm, wet lips capture my throbbing tip.
Holy fucking hell I never want this to end.
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I arrive back at the Gryffindor common room to see my brother awaiting my arrival on the couch. He immediately looks at me and notices the slight smile on my face.
The Moment I Knew | Part Five | Charlie Weasley x Reader
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this up! Things have been crazy! Hope you guys enjoy!
Warnings: None that I know of
Series: The Moment I Knew | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
The smile on your face as Fleur walked down the isle was, for once, not forced.
Usually, when you saw the two of them together, you had to just barely hold yourself together. But now, sitting in the second row of seats, behind the Weasley's.
Charlie stood behind his brother as best man, his eyes wandering around the room as the ceremony dragged on.
Eventually, his eyes met yours and he smiled, trying his best to wink. But whenever Charlie Weasley tried to wink, it didn't end well. Apparently, he had never been properly taught. It was the little things like this, however, that warmed your heart. It was also these things that forced you to remember that he wasn't perfect, even if you wholeheartedly believed he was.
For years, you spent your days at Hogwarts fantasizing a life with Bill. You had once hoped it would be you instead of Fleur at the alter. Even a few hours ago, you had wished something would happen—that maybe Bill would profess his love for you.
But as you watched the couple day their "I do's", there was a sinking feeling in your stomach. A realization.
That your whole "relationship" with Bill, at least romantically, was truly just a fantasy. He was more like a big brother than anything else. Is it possible you had mistaken your love?
As your eyes wandered over to Charlie, the sinking feeling worsened. He was your best friend, at least before he moved to Romania to study dragons and you took up a time consuming job as an Auror.
You couldn't take your eyes off of the second born Weasley. His ginger hair pulled back off of his face, scars, undoubtedly from dragons, peeking out from his collar. The way his—
Shaking your head, you forced a smile on your face. Had you just checked out your best friend? Yes. Did that mean you had feelings for him? Possibly. Would you ever admit to it? No.
Just as you did with Bill, however misguided, you shoved it down. It would be a shame to ruin such a friendship—right?
he wasn’t good with words and he sometimes had a hard time showing affection
but he loved, god did he love
he grew up with 6 siblings, each their own person, he had to learn to love differently
bill loved in an old way, he wrote them letters and gave them old books. he sat down and did their hair, helped with homework. he taught him to ride a broom and how to treat people with respect. he constantly checked up on his siblings and made sure they were okay.
charlie loved loudly. he sent postcards and magical trinkets. he came barreling into the burrow and scooped them into his arms. he ruffled their hair and shouted how proud he was of them. he left traces of magic and love everywhere he stepped. he was their biggest fan.
percy loved quietly. he stood back and observed, made sure everyting was okay. kept them out of trouble, followed the rules so he could make their punishments less severe. cleaned up after them, ordered food for the younger ones, taught himself how to be responsible so he could be there for them.
the twins loved playfully. the played pranks and made fun. they stole their books and hid their wands. they ridiculed their taste in fashion and hexed their favorite toys into dancing. the laughed loudly at all jokes, the paid close attention to whoever was speaking. they tuned in to their likes and dislikes and made sure nobody disrespected them.
ginny loved protectively. she hugged and held. she stood infront of and yelled. she learned to be mean so that nobody would try to hurt them. she supported and encouraged anything and everything. she knew how to push limits and take a step back. she made sure they were all comfortable.
and ron? well ron just loved.
he was always a bit insecure. thinking maybe h wasn’t doing it right. everyone made it seem so easy, and ron didn’t want to mess up.
but ron loved, so hard.
ron picked up a pair of earrings he thought bill would like and left him in his older brothers room
ron took the time to learn all about the different types of dragons and how to care for them so he could keep a conversation with charlie about something that made his brothers eyes light up
ron tried to stay out of trouble since he knew percy was always there to get him out of it, but it put more stress on his brother
ron gladly let the twins play new pranks on him and mess up his clothes and hex his hair blue because they laughs it got out of everyone, especially the two who tended to go off on their own, it made them feel closer
ron played quidditch at ungodly hours with ginny because he knew how much the sport meant to her, and that was worth getting only 2 hours of sleep and having bruises for the next week
ron stood by his brothers side when he came out as bisexual, smiling gand hugging him, saying he was so proud
ron stayed up late with the twins, letting them share out their fears and insecurities, calming them with words of “youre still my brothers, that’s enough”
ron cried when charlie decided to leave home but helped his brother pack and let him excitedly talk about how happy he was going to be, and just smiled and sid “you better write”
ron understood why percy chose the ministry and was not mad nor angry, he knew his brother was just trying to save them, to fight for what he believed would help them all get out, he stood up for him and said he was brave
he cheered for ginny when she admitted to being in love with his best friend, he was not jealous or upset, he pulled them both into a hug and smiled because “you deserve love”
ron left their favorite candy on the kitchen table
ron purposely let them pick their favorite movies
ron went out of his way to find books and plants and trinkets of all sorts that he thought they would enjoy
ron saw stars and art and heard music and seen sunrises and thought of them
ron made hot chocolate, each sibling liking their different, every christmas morning
ron hated cleaning but would organize the mess incase one of his siblings got frustrated from it
ron liked looking at the snow rather than playing in it but never once failed to join his family outside
ron wrote letters to his brothers when they were away and attached small drawings and enchantments that reminded him of them
ron got overwhelmed easily and hated noise and movement but he still would prefer to be in his brothers company tha anyone else’s
ron was terrible at cooking but helped ginny bake for harry’s birthday and even took the blame when things turned out horrid
ron wasn’t sure if he was loving correctly, he didn’t hug or shout, he didn’t comfort that well and he was bad at a lot of things
but ron loved. and that, wether he knew it or not, was the best thing he could do.
hello love! i was wondering if you could write a fred x gryffindor reader in which she is in the same year as ron and he’s constantly flirting with her, so she gives him the same energy but inside she’s afraid he’s like that with everyone and that she might be just another one but the truth is that he’s hopelessly in love with her? maybe george can give him a push? maybe a fluffy ending? thank you so muchhh 🥰
smiling kisses // fred weasley
masterlist!
a/n: ok when i wrote this i had interpreted it as you wanting ron and the reader to be friends and now i’m rereading it and you didnt explicitly say that, so i hope you don’t mind that I made them friends lol! i love the flirty but clueless trope and fred is the perfect person for this. thanks for your request! i’m actually so proud of this and I hope you like it!!!!!
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“I don’t see what the big deal is!” Ron said, rolling his eyes at Hermione.
“He’s your brother, certainly it must bother you,” she retorted, undeterred by his exasperated tone.
You bounded down the stairs, your hand grazing the wall as you turned to meet your friends. They looked at you, and Hermione’s face flushed red.
“Talking about me?” you teased, sliding onto the couch in between the two of them.
Ron smirked at Hermione, and her face grew redder.
“You were, weren’t you?” you said playfully, throwing your arms behind each of them, pulling them closer.
“Hermione was,” Ron mumbled, and Hermione reached across your lap and pinched Ron’s arm.
“Ouch!” he said, and before you could ask what they were saying about you, the topic of Hermione and Ron’s previous conversation sauntered through the portrait hole.
It only took Fred a second to find you, sandwiched between his brother and Hermione. He and George strolled over, leaning over the back of the couch and putting their faces close to yours. They were on either side of you, and Hermione squeezed out of your grasp and cringed away from them. Ron wrapped a long arm around George’s neck, pulling him over the couch and onto the floor in front of you.
“That was a mistake, Ickle Ronniekins,” George taunted, leaping from his spot on the ground. Ron’s smile faded and he scrambled to move off the couch, missing George’s grasp by an inch as he stumbled up the stairs.
“Ah, boys,” you exhaled, pretending to be awestruck. Hermione giggled from her spot in the corner of the couch, and Fred retracted his head from beside yours.
He walked to the front of the couch and took Ron’s spot, sitting close to you. Your thighs touched, and your school skirt had rose while sitting. Fred’s eyes drifted to the exposed skin, and he raked his gaze over you. You watched his eyes move, and when they met yours a smirk flirted on your lips and you rolled your eyes.
“Very charming, Fred,” you said, moving to pull your skirt down.
“Don’t cover up on my accord, darling,” he said, leaning back into the couch and spreading his arms across the length of the cushions.
“Really, Fred?” Hermione said from besides you, shifting uncomfortably and scowling.
“You look nice too, ‘Mione,” Fred gave her a charming smile and her scowl deepened.
“Don’t let him bother you, he’s all talk and no bite,” you said, turning towards Hermione and away from Fred.
He tugged at a piece of your hair, and you turned to face him again, an eyebrow quirked.
He had an evil smirk on his face, and his eyes were a little darker than usual.
“You think?” he asked, a flirtatious tone dripping from his tongue.
Hermione groaned loudly, fed up with the antics of teenaged boys. She stood and grabbed your hand, pulling you from the couch. Fred was disappointed to see you leave, but he enjoyed the view. You looked over your shoulder, and sent him a flirty wave, which only widened his smirk.
George had given up his chase after Ron’s dormitory door slammed shut in his face. He walked down the stairs in time to see Fred nearly drooling on the couch, watching you leave through the portrait hole with Hermione.
“You’re hopeless,” he said, sitting opposite of Fred on an armchair.
“Shut up,” Fred retorted, still staring dreamily at the portrait hole where you had been moments ago.
“When are you gonna tell her?”
“I tell her just about every day!” Fred said, turning to look at his brother.
“No, you flirt with her. There’s a difference,” George said, picking off a piece of lint from his sweater.
“How can she not know by now?” Fred sighed, sinking deeper into the couch and covering his face with his hands.
“You have to be upfront with her, tell her outright,” George proposed, beginning to twirl his wand between his fingers.
“Maybe,” Fred mumbled.
“It’s disgusting!” Hermione shouted for the twelfth time, her tone just as disapproving as the first.
“I’m sure he’s like that with everyone,” you reassured her, “and I don’t even mind it.”
“How can you not mind it?” she said, looking at you like you were out of your mind.
“I don’t know,” you twirled your fingers behind your back, “I think it’s a bit charming. He’s not always that unseemly, usually, it’s much tamer.”
“How often does he do that?” she asked, her tone softening a bit.
“I don’t know, most times I see him, I guess,” you admitted, smiling at the thought of it.
Hermione stopped walking suddenly like she was frozen in her spot. You turned to her, and her mouth was agape.
“You like him!” she shouted accusingly, pointing a shaky finger at you.
“Hermione!” you moved towards her, pushing her finger down.
Your eyes were wide at her accusation, and you felt your face become very warm.
“You do! You absolutely do!” she said again, her voice still too loud.
“Shut up!” you hushed her, pulling her to keep walking.
“Please tell me you don’t,” she pleaded, her face twisted like a child begging their parent for candy.
“Stop!” you hushed her again, wanting to forget about Fred.
“Just tell me, and I’ll drop it, swear,” she said, pulling you down an empty corridor.
“Fine! I like him, just a little,” you admitted, resting your forehead on your hand and looking at the floor.
“Why?” she asked, seemingly dumbfounded.
“I don’t know! Why do you like Ron?” you retorted, and her eyes grew wide.
“I-” she started, stuttering through her words, “that’s not even relevant right now.”
“See? Not as simple as you thought,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.
She did the same, standing next to you, and you both slid down the wall until you were sitting. The stone was cool against your back, and hard beneath your head.
“I suppose it makes sense,” she said finally, turning her head towards you.
“What?” you asked, meeting her eyes.
“Well you’re both always flirting with each other,” she said, recalling all the times she nearly gagged as Fred said something flirtatious to you.
“He flirts with everyone,” you said, sounding defeated, “that’s why I didn’t tell you. He doesn’t like me back.”
“He doesn’t flirt with me,” Hermione started, furrowing her brow, “and he doesn’t look at anyone else the way he looks at you.”
Her tone of disgust changed to the tone she had when she was trying to figure something out, looking at it like it was a puzzle.
“Logically, you have to admit that he may have feelings for you. I mean, who would do all that flirting just to want a friendship?”
You rolled your eyes at Hermione. She sounded like she might be right, but she hadn’t accounted for something; Love and Fred do not follow the rules of logic.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Fred drawled, sliding into the bench next to you.
“Morning,” you said plainly.
You were a bit haunted by Hermione’s words. You had never thought in depth about yours and Fred’s relationship. He flirted with you, so you flirted back, simple. Now, the threat of real feelings loomed behind each of your words, and the pressure was too much.
“Sleep well?” he asked, leaning his shoulder into you as he scooped some eggs onto his plate.
“Yeah. You?” you kept your head buried in your newspaper, reading the moving advertisements over and over.
Fred looked at you curiously. You were never this dry with him, you always had something on the tip of your tongue. He was worried he went too far yesterday, maybe he had been too obvious. Did you not reciprocate his feelings after all?
“I slept wonderfully. Dreaming about you, of course,” he continued, sounding awfully proper and dragging out the syllables.
You felt your cheeks burn beneath the newspaper, and suddenly Fred’s long fingers were pushing the paper down so he could see you. You struggled to keep it up, but the thin paper eventually crumbled and you dropped it. You looked up at him, his smile widening when he saw your blush.
“Aww,” he said, moving to pinch your cheek endearingly.
He had only been able to pinch one before you swatted his hand away.
“Stop it,” you said, no infliction or seriousness in your voice.
“Can’t help it,” he said, balancing his cheek in his palm and staring at you.
You fought the shy smile rising on your lips and rolled your eyes at him. He was leaning closer to you, smiling. Just as he was inches away, peering into your eyes, you pulled the newspaper up to separate you two. Ron laughed evilly next to you, having watched the entire exchange.
Fred reached behind you and hit Ron upside the head. He cleared his throat awkwardly and straightened his tie, moving his attention to George who was sat across from him.
Fred caught his twin’s eyes and widened them as if to ask “did you just see that?”. George gave him a sympathetic nod, feeling some second-hand embarrassment for his brother.
Hermione pulled you away from Harry and Ron the second you left breakfast, and you wondered why she hadn’t tried out for beater with the grip she had.
“Ouch! Hell of a grip, ‘Mione!” you mumbled to her when you were out of the boy’s earshot.
“I wanted to talk to you, mind if we go the long way?” she asked, not waiting for your answer as she pulled you down a hallway with long rays of sunshine casting onto the floor.
“What’s up?” you said, finally being released.
“What was all that with Fred? It looked like he was going to kiss you for Merlin’s sake!” she waved her hands while she talked, nearly hitting your shoulder.
You ducked and widened your eyes at her evaluation of breakfast. Was Fred trying to kiss you? At 7 in the morning? That was his grand plan if he did like you?
“No he wasn’t!” you said with disbelief. It had come out more like a gasp than a protest, and Hermione’s eyes widened at your cluelessness.
“He was! And you put up the newspaper! It was horribly awkward, really,” Hermione rambled, ignoring your loud and embarrassed groan and the sound of your palm hitting your face.
“I thought he was just being annoying,” you mumbled, replaying the events in your mind, “I mean who kisses someone right before breakfast?”
“This is going to be difficult,” she said, seeming to be lost in thought.
“What is?”
“Getting you two together, of course,” Hermione said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
George was tired of Fred’s elongated sighs and downcast lips.
“It wasn’t that bad,” he reassured his brother for the millionth time.
“It was awful,” Fred groaned, hiding his face into the wall they were leaning against.
“She probably didn’t even realize, mate,” George said, but he knew he didn’t mean it. He had very little hope for his brother.
“She doesn’t fancy me, it’s confirmed,” Fred said miserably, trying to suppress the very real sadness he was feeling.
Fred moped around for the next few days, and it was starting to affect George. Fred never wanted to go to the common room in case you were there, and they locked themselves away in their dorm most afternoons.
George had to cheer his brother up, Lee was no replacement when it came to pranks. The idea had struck him one of the many afternoons he spent looking out the window by his bed, longing for Quidditch season. He had been thinking about how amazing it would be to be out on the pitch, beating Slytherin 100-0, when he was inspired. He sat from his spot on the windowsill and told his brother all about the genius plan.
The next morning, they had gotten to the Great Hall early, as they discussed. They had cast all the charms and were waiting to watch the results. The other tables slowly began to fill up, and the genius of George’s plan was that he knew Snape was calling a house meeting this morning. This meant that when all the Slytherins would come down for breakfast, everyone would already be there to watch the prank.
Even though his eyes were locked onto the Slytherin table, Fred did not miss you walking in with Ron. You and Ron usually slept late, and often missed breakfast if it weren’t for Hermione. Fred watched your eyes divert his own, instead, focusing very hard on what Ron was saying. His happiness faltered for a moment, until George elbowed him, bringing his attention to the herd of Slytherins walking in.
The first people to sit on the benches were promptly launched into the air, and one of them happened to be Draco Malfoy, which really was the icing on the cake in Fred’s opinion. More and more people began bouncing on the bench like it was made of a bouncy rubber (it was) and laughs filled the hall. The bench made a comedic wobbling sound as it bent and curved to each student falling onto it. Arms flailed and eyes widened.
Dumbledore’s icy eyes looked entertained for a moment before he waved his wand and all of the students were frozen in the air. He guided them to the ground safely and instructed them not the get back on the bench. The group of students in green ties scowled, immediately looking towards the Gryffindor table. The twins smiled and waved innocently, standing to the sound of wild applause. They couldn’t help it, they were willing to take the credit if it meant detention.
And it did mean detention. Snape had walked over so fast, that Fred and George felt a gust of air as the black cloak halted in front of them.
They were charged with polishing the hundreds of cauldrons in Snape’s room and had to take extra care to Snape’s personal large cauldron in the front of the room.
They had been doing this for a few days, their spirits yet to be broken. They were given a brush the size of a fingernail, though, so they weren’t making much progress.
Sneaking out past curfew wasn’t something you and Harry did often, but tonight you found yourselves doing it quite easily. You realized, while studying with Hermione, that you had left your Potions textbook at the girl's bathroom in the dungeons. You made Harry go with you to retrieve it because you were too scared to go on your own. He offered you the invisibility cloak and you gladly accepted, moving close to him as he slid it over you and you made your way to the dungeons.
You held your breath almost the entire time, and Harry had to remind you to keep your eyes open. He nearly yelped when you stepped on his foot for the fifth time.
“Sorry!” you whispered, giving him an apologetic look.
You eventually made it to the dungeons, slowly creeping down the stairs. You entered the hall and saw that the door to Snape’s classroom was open, some light coming from it. Harry looked at you and you shrugged.
You slid from under the cloak and slipped into the bathroom. You easily found your textbook and hurried to the door. When you opened it, you figured it might be stuck, because the door wouldn’t open. Harry might be playing a joke, you thought, so you chuckled and pushed harder. The door swung open, and you fell to the floor. When you got up, dusting your knees, you realized who you had knocked to the ground. Snape was a mess of black clothing, his greasy hair scattered across his face.
“Professor! I’m so sorry!” you began, still speaking in a hushed tone.
“I hadn’t realized you were out here, I thought the door was stuck!” you continued, watching him slowly get to his feet, a look of rage slowly overcoming his features.
“What are you doing out past curfew?” he snarled, dusting off his robes.
You looked around, and couldn’t find Harry. He must have put the invisibility cloak on. You couldn’t blame him, he definitely would have gotten the worst of it from Snape. You glanced behind Snape, towards his classroom. Two redheads were peeking out from the crack in the door. It was Fred and George. You remembered they had gotten detention for their prank a few days ago. Your cheeks became a deep red, out of fear and embarrassment.
“I was trying to study sir, but then I realized I had left my textbook down here. I had to get it, I have to finish the essay you assigned,” you said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
You heard a snicker from Snape’s classroom, undoubtedly from Fred, and Snape whirled around to face them.
“You two! You’re dismissed, back here tomorrow, same time,” Snape snarled, and when neither of them moved he raised his voice, “go!”
They walked off slowly, looking over their shoulders at you. You ducked your head down, trying to hide your face.
“You will be joining them for detention this week,” Snape snarled, peering down at you with disgust, “cleaning my cauldrons.”
You sighed, nodding your head. It was already Wednesday, so you supposed you’d only have to do it for two days.
“Yes, sir,” you mumbled and rushed past him and up the stairs.
When you climbed the stairs, you put your hand over your heart, trying to slow it down. Coming to the final step, you were met with three too joyful faces.
“Rotten luck,” George said.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Harry said, only his head peeking out from the cloak.
“Professor! I’m so sorry!” Fred finished, imitating your voice and tumbling into George as you had tumbled into Snape.
You blushed, even more, feeling your entire face get red.
“Some help you are, Harry,” you said, shoving his invisible shoulder.
He stumbled back and gave you an apologetic smile. You and Harry walked a few paces in front of the twins, arguing over whose fault the whole thing was.
Fred watched you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He had so much he wanted to say to you, so much he wanted to finally confess, but it was stuck in his throat.
“Well, now you’re going to be stuck in a room with her,” George began, talking only so Fred could hear him, “maybe now you’ll tell her.”
Fred rolled his eyes, “Yeah, and maybe the sky will be red tomorrow.”
George huffed out a breath, tired of hearing his brother’s excuses. George was a big believer in saying how you felt, and he was sick of this little cat and mouse game you and Fred were playing.
The four of you slipped into the portrait hole, and you were upset to see it was just as crowded as when you left. Hermione and Ron were huddled over their Transfiguration homework, and she was talking animatedly to Ron about a vanishing spell she had read about.
“Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Hermione said as you settled into the couch next to her.
“Just Professor Snape,” George teased from an armchair next to her.
“You got caught?” she said as if she was asking if they had also killed someone while they were out.
“Oh yeah, Snape caught her right as she fell on top of him!” Fred called from where he stood behind George.
Harry offered no help, sitting lamely on the floor by Ron’s feet. You hid your face behind Hermione, slumping into her.
“Are you alright?” she asked, trying to lift your head from her shoulder.
“It was so bad,” you said, cringing as you remembered it.
The twins laughed loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who was near them. Harry began to chuckle and Hermione hit his shoulder.
“What happened?” she asked, finally sitting you back upright
“Harry was supposed to keep watch!” you said, standing and pointing down at him accusingly.
“I was!”
“Then how did Snape end up right in front of the door?”
“He just walked there? What was I meant to do?”
“I don’t know! You could have given me a little knock so I didn’t bust the door down on him!”
You and Harry yelled at each other with no real aggression, and a smile flickered on your lips when you couldn’t suppress it anymore.
George jumped from his chair and pulled Fred to stand in front of everyone. George pretended to be pushing down a door, which made Fred become brooding and intimidating like Snape. He twisted his face into a scowl and hugged his arms around his waist as if he was holding shut a robe. George fell onto Fred, sending Fred to the ground. George stood, putting on an exaggerated innocent look and covering his pouting mouth with his hands.
“Professor!” he raised his voice to the highest octave it would go, “I am so sorry!”
“Detention!” Fred screamed, copying Snape’s signature drawl.
“Yes, sir,” George screeched, putting his hands in his face and pretending to cry.
“I did not cry!” you said, laughing.
“Oh, you didn’t? Could have sworn we heard some crying,” George said, wrapping a brotherly arm around your shoulder.
“You got detention?” Hermione asked, standing from her seat with a bewildered expression.
“Yeah, two days with these idiots,” you said, pointing a thumb at Fred and George.
You met Fred’s eyes, and his laughter soon faded to a look of admiration. You looked away from him, blushing.
“Oh, that’s awful!” Hermione said, falling back into the couch.
You moved from George’s arm and sat next to Hermione again, pulling your Potions textbook to your lap. You peaked at Hermione’s, trying to find the right page.
Harry and Ron were still laughing, and a smile ghosted your lips.
You managed to finish your Potions essay, and upon seeing Snape’s glare when you turned it in, you were not looking forward to detention.
You said goodbye to a disappointed Hermione, and giggling Ron and Harry, sulking down to the dungeons where you had to spend your evening.
“Here,” Snape handed you the smallest cleaning brush you had ever seen and shoved a filthy cauldron into your arms.
You sank into a stool and cradled the heavy thing in your hands, dipping the brush into a cleaning solution Snape gave you. He left the room with a sweep of his robes, and the thought of using magic to clean the cauldrons crossed your mind. You decided against it though, figuring Snape would just give you some other act of labor to do instead.
You waited for the twins to stumble in, they were already late. When they eventually showed up, according to your watch, 20 minutes late, there was only one of them. Fred’s tie hung undone around his neck, and his collar was unkempt.
“Hello, love,” he said, pulling up a stool across from you and moving a cauldron between his hands as if it weighed nothing.
“Hi, Fred,” you said, smiling politely at him, “where’s George?”
Fred sighed and put the brush to the cauldron.
“Prank backfired, he’s in the infirmary for warts,” Fred explained, gesturing to his face, where George presumably had the warts.
“Yuck,” your fast twisted with disgust, but a smile was still there.
Fred chuckled at your reaction and nodded.
“So it’s just us tonight,” Fred said, and insinuation on the tip of his tongue.
“Guess so,” you said, unbothered.
“Haven’t spoken in a while,” he said, looking up at you while you kept your eyes locked on the cauldron in your lap.
“Been busy?” you asked him, hoping he wasn’t going to mention the newspaper incident.
“Oh, this and that,” he said, abandoning the cauldron and resting his elbows on the table, “you?”
“This and that,” you replied, looking up to meet his eyes.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, a smirk contrasting to the genuine tone of his words.
“That’s sweet, Freddie,” you replied, shocking yourself with the levelness of your voice.
“Freddie?” he repeated, undeterred.
“Freddie.”
“Only girlfriends have called me Freddie,” he said, smirking still.
You felt your face warm, “Oh the long list of girlfriends you’ve had? Who was there?” you paused, pretending to be in deep thought, “Angelina for a week or two?”
Fred chuckled, gazing at you.
“Future girlfriends too,” he said simply.
It took you a second to realize what he had meant, and when you did you were sure you were bright red. Your hand brushing the cauldron stopped. You tried to think of something to say, focusing on keeping a steady voice, but all you could think of was: “Shut up.”
Fred laughed, his shoulders shaking. He shook his head with something like amazement at you, grinning like a fool.
“Do you want to call me Freddie?” he said suddenly after it had been quiet for a while, his tone a little serious.
“What?” you squinted your eyes in confusion.
“Do you want to call me Freddie? Like a girlfriend would,” he said, and his face was stern. His eyes were locked onto yours.
“Do I want to be your girlfriend?” you repeated to him, your mouth open in shock.
“Do you?” he said, leaning over the table, closer to you.
“Fred,” you said, feeling dumbstruck. You didn’t know what to say, but a smile crept onto your face.
“Yeah,” you said finally, and his eyes widened.
“Really?” he said, smiling like a mad man.
“Really,” you repeated, nodding.
“Cool,” he said, still smiling widely and not knowing what to do with himself.
“Cool?” you laughed, putting the cauldron down.
Fred stood from his stool and pounded his fist into the air, celebrating.
You laughed, covering your face in your hands.
You felt him move to stand next to you, and you lifted your head, looking up at him. He gazed down at you, still smiling.
“Freddie,” you teased, dragging out the word.
His smile turned into a crooked grin. He pulled your face up to his, cupping your cheeks.
His dazed smile didn’t falter as he pressed his lips to yours, and you found it feeling quite awkward. His lips were pulled tight into a closed smile, and his eyes were wide open with glee as he kissed you. You pulled away, laughing and ducking your face into his chest. You felt his chest move with laughter, his arms snaking around you. His fingers toyed with the hem of your sweater until his long, nimble fingers ducked under it. He traced little swirls on the skin of your lower back, and you pressed your cheek against his chest.
“Call me Freddie again?” he said, and you could hear the smile on his face.
“I don’t know,” you trailed, pulling your face away from him and looking at him through your eyelashes, “you might enjoy it too much.”
He groaned teasingly, his head lulling back as he looked at the ceiling. When he met your gaze again, his smile softened into a plain face. He pulled you from your seat, stepping back an inch to give you just enough room to stand. You were still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around you.
His resting lips were much nicer to kiss, your faces met in just the right way. You thought the two of you may have melted together somehow, moving in perfect synch. One of his hands trailed up your back, tickling you ever so slightly and rested on the back of your neck. He pulled you closer there, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in. It grazed your bottom lip, and you felt his eyebrows furrow against your face. He breathed in deeply, his hand on your neck moving to burrow itself in your hair. He grabbed a fistful of it and pulled you back gently. You struggled to open your eyes for a moment, and when you did you saw Fred grinning at you.
You leaned in close again, this time going to his ear. “Freddie,” you whispered.
He leaned back, as if in a fit of laughter, and pulled you into a tight hug. He groaned playfully again, and you laughed at the reaction you could cause.
You slid out of his grasp and back onto the stool. He pulled up the stool next to you and sat very close. Your knees touched, and he watched you dreamily as you began to scrub the cauldron again.
“Finally!” George said as he strolled into the classroom, wart free.
“All patched up?” you asked him, and Fred acted as if George wasn’t even there, still staring at you.
“Oh, yeah, easy fix,” George said, taking Fred’s previous seat across from you. He continued Fred’s cauldron, picking up the discarded brush.
“So you two finally got together?” George asked after some time had passed, glancing up at you while you cleaned.
“What makes you say that?” you asked, elbowing Fred as he leaned very close to your face, like he was memorizing every detail.
“Well, I think Fred is drooling,” George said, kicking his brother’s leg under the table.
warnings: reader suffers a mild concussion, but it’s mainly just fluff
summary: the reader gets hurt and fred is there to cheer her up.
word count: 764
she was running, as fast as her legs could carry her onwards. y/n didn’t know how long she’d been running for, but she didn’t care. ten minutes or ten hours, there wasn’t a difference to her. any amount of time, the activity would still be thrilling.
she kept running. she should have been out of breath by now, and one may even be astonished as to how she wasn’t, but there she was, keeping on, and on top of it all…giggling. her chest swelled and fell with each little tut of laughter.
her legs should have been burning by now, but it was as if she were being carried by a force of nature. she felt fine. actually, she felt wonderful. truly alive.
“i’ll get you soon, y/n! mark my words!” her boyfriend, fred, was the one chasing after her. he wore the stupidest of grins on his face, and every time he could, he flashed her a cheeky glance.
just as y/n was enthralled with the feeling of the wind whipping through her hair, freddie was enthralled with her.
no one really knew why these two always chased each other, or why they were always playing around, but it didn’t seem to matter. they were happy as could be. innocent, childish games provided them with a unique zeal for life.
“you’re never going to-“ y/n had turned to look back at him, for only a moment, but it’d seemed that she’d forgotten to stop running. her legs kept prancing forward, as if on their own, as if by magic.
well, was it magic? or was it joy? or perhaps joy in itself was the magic that held them together.
“hey, watch out, babe!” fred cried out in an attempt to warn her, but she couldn’t hear him over the sound of the wind.
y/n stumbled into a tree, headfirst. she hadn’t seen it, obviously, otherwise she would have stopped. but in the thrill of the moment, y/n hadn’t stopped.
“-a minor concussion, mr. weasley…she’ll be alright,” a soft woman’s voice reassured gently. her voice was familiar, one that every person in hogwarts was sure to recognize - madam pomfrey.
y/n’s eyes gently fluttered open, though she squinted as she adjusted to the lights of the hospital wing. after being unconscious for merlin knows how long, the sunlight was far too bright for her eye’s taste. “f- freddie?” she mumbled, reaching out in a general direction, hoping that he was nearby.
she sighed in relief as a warm hand clasped hers and she heard a sigh.
“merlin, you scared me, poppet,” fred whispered, clearly at the height of relief in this moment. “don’t you ever do that again, you hear me?”
“well, it wasn’t exactly my fault, freddie,” y/n drew out in retort. with her gaze now adjusted to the room’s lighting, she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.
“oh? and why’d you say that, y/n/n?”
“obviously you were distracting me, weasley. i wouldn’t have run into that thing if i had been looking back at you.”
the ginger haired boy snickered. “no, really?! i thought that you charged at that tree on purpose, sweetheart!” he exclaimed dramatically.
the two young jokesters laughed in unison. even with tear stains on their cheeks, they managed to regain their average attitudes.
“say…you were distracted by me? dare i say, i’m quite proud of my abilities to attract the womenfolk.”
“fred, don’t be cheeky!” y/n gasped jokingly. more laughter resounded from the couple.
they stared at each other for a moment. as brief and fleeting as it was, it was still filled with a tremendous multitude of nothing but the purest of intentions and the pinnacle of love.
fred reached to the nearby table, grasping his wand in his dominant hand. he didn’t say a word, not even when y/n asked, “what are you doing, freddie?”
in an attempt to brighten his girlfriend’s day, he muttered a charm that he believed would cheer her up.
“are those…?” y/n looked at the air above her with a shock, but the surprised expression soon turned to a adoring one.
“yes, m’love.” fred looked at the butterflies circling throughout the air. he grinned, not because of the pretty creatures, rather because of the beautiful girl who was observing those creatures.
butterflies danced throughout the room, weightless and airy, filled with the breath of life. it was a pretty sight, and the lovebirds were mesmerized.
i'll say it louder for the people in the back- this is a Weasley twins x oc piece. don't read it if you don't like it(:
{didn't expect to get another chapter so soon did you???}
female reader; first person pov; slow burn; smut; minors-DNI
wc: 1,612
Chapter 11
~Lee~
{The day prior}
At 8 pm sharp, I was stood in front of the boys' door. I was wearing an old, plain white t-shirt with my ripped jeans and converse, hoping I wasn't under-dressed. Before I could knock, the door swung open and revealed an empty room. I slowly walked in, not really knowing what to expect.
"Fred? George? Should I come back?" I speak loudly into the open space and take a couple more steps forward. The door quietly shut behind me and I felt a hand cover my mouth. There was a brief moment where I panicked, until the scent of cinnamon and vanilla engulfed me.
Fred.
"You are not ready for what is about to happen." He whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. The kiss he placed below my ear shortly after didn't help much either. He removes his hand and guides me towards the opposite wall, where the window was sitting wide open. He stands beside me and tugs my arm downward. "Oh, you're probably going to want to sit for this."
I sit down and look out at the night sky before us. The dark grey clouds mixed almost seamlessly with the navy sky. If it weren't for the twinkling stars peaking through, the sky would resemble the strokes of a paintbrush. A couple minutes go by and I continue to enjoy the view, when all of a sudden I feel Fred nudging me with his elbow. I look over at him and he's smiling ear to ear.
"Look up." He nods his head toward the ceiling.
It's beautiful. Swirling galaxies and stars hung down, almost close enough to touch. I heard the window close and saw George sit down as well. My mouth hung open from the pure shock of having the night sky trapped in a bedroom. I look back down to see both of the boys staring at me, grinning like maniacs.
"Since you've moved over here, we've noticed you like to get lost in the stars. So while we've been working on some prototypes for our own thing, we wanted to do this for you." George uncorked this empty bottle in his hands and stood up. The mass of stars and space matter was pulled straight into it, almost like a vacuum. He quickly corked it back up and placed it in my hands.
"This is your little galaxy. You can let it loose anytime you wish, as long as the environment you're in is stable. You can also just keep it in the bottle and swirl it around if you'd like. Seriously, whatever you want to do with it." George's cheeks start to tinge pink.
"Brother, you're rambling." Fred claps a hand on his shoulder. "Basically what he means to say, is this is a metaphor. Our interest in you has been growing and growing at a rate which we can't control, kind of like the universe. This is kind of our way of showing you. It's also because your ass is out of this world-" I cut him off by smacking his shoulder, earning me a chuckle. I tilted my head to the side and pulled Fred in for a hug, clinging tightly to his neck.
"I love it. Thank you." I whisper in his ear. If I didn't know any better, i'd say he shuddered but I could be over analyzing things. Shortly after the embrace, I release him and make my way over to George. I look up in his eyes and brush some hair out of the way.
"This is extremely sweet. I seriously can't believe you guys did this for me. Thank you so much." I place my hand on the back of his neck and bring him down to my level. I softly place my lips on his and he instantly starts kissing me back. I start kissing him harder as his hands find my waist and drift to the small of my back, pulling me in closer. My hands end up in his hair and I soon feel his tongue tracing my lips, almost as if he's asking for entrance. I let him in and fight for dominance, moaning at the way he tastes. He pulls away to get a few deep breaths. His eyes look darker, almost starved. Sweet mint lingers on my lips, making me want more.
"Holy fuck, Lady Bird." Fred pipes up. I looked over and smirked at him. I let his brother go and took a few steps toward him. I gripped his shirt in my fist and pulled him down, his lips crashing into mine. His tongue immediately forces its way into my mouth, the flavor of cinnamon flooding my taste buds. He lets out a low growl and wraps his arms around my waist, squeezing me tight. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands drifting down to the underside of my thighs.
I pull away for a quick breath and see George leaned back against the bedpost. His eyes are wild and his hair is messy, like he's been running his hands through it. I make eye contact with him and smirk, causing him to groan. Fred turns us a bit so I now have a clear view of George over his shoulder. Fred starts kissing my neck and I regain the eye contact I had with George. I tilt my head to the side, giving Fred more access. I let out a moan and bite my lip, making sure I keep that eye contact. I point at George and then curl my finger, beckoning him over. He doesn't skip a beat and he makes his way over. I feel Fred start to nip and bite at my neck, causing me to moan a bit more. George's hand then grips my hair and pulls my head more to the side, giving his brother a bit more room before he captures my next moan with his lips. He starts biting and sucking my bottom lip, driving me fucking crazy.
I didn't know George had this side to him.
I pull back for another breath and George steps back, walking over towards the window. Fred places me back on my feet and I am a hot and bothered mess. I glance at the clock which was a big mistake. Everyone was supposed to be in their house dorms in 4 minutes. I clap my hands together.
"Alright boys, as much as I don't want this to end- and trust me I really don't- I don't want to get another detention so much more. I will see you guys tomorrow. Have the sweetest dreams. Oh, and seriously, thank you for this. It means a lot to me." I grab the bottled galaxy off of Fred's dresser and head to the door. They both look at the clock and then look at me with wide eyes and rush to walk me out. We all get to the door of the Gryffindor common room when the boys decide to block my path.
"Okay seriously i'm going to miss curfew and I don't want that. It's not the time to fuck around." I cross my arms over my chest.
"You can't leave without a kiss." They state firmly in unison and mirror me, crossing their arms over their chests. I smile and roll my eyes, giving them both a quick kiss.
"Now move!" I push between them and open the door. I run at full speed down the corridors until I reach the barrels and tap the sequence. I make it in with a minute to spare. I stop in the common room to catch my breath and see that Cedric, Michael, and Anthony were sitting on the couch. They all stopped their conversation and tuned into me and my harsh breathing.
"Sorry guys, don't mind me." I manage to get out between breaths.
"Where have you been off to?" Cedric places his arm on the back of the couch and smirks, his arrogance filling the room.
"Where were you taught to mind your business? That's right, your mom's house." With that I turned around and walked up the steps to my room. I walk in and see that Paige is sitting in bed, reading. I debated on talking to her about the whole Ron situation but frankly I am exhausted.
"Hello, beloved sister. I am so unbelievably tired and I honestly would love nothing more than to fall into a deep slumber. Can we save our stories of today for tomorrow?" I drop my bag on the floor and fall into bed while she laughs at me.
"Of course. Thank you for being clear and honest with me. I hope your slumber is bountiful and I hope your dreams are pleasant. Get your rest." She smiles at me and turns the main light off, but keeping her reading light on.
About 15 minutes go by and I hear her switch her light off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I really don't know what i'm getting myself into. I really, really enjoy both of the boys but I really don't want to cause any problems between them. They didn't seem worried about that when they both were devouring me, but I better prepare myself for when that day comes. I really don't know how i'll feel or how all of this will go but I guess I really just have to take a step back and let it run its course.
I toss and turn a couple times until I get comfortable, soon drifting off into a very peaceful sleep.
let me repeat myself: this is a Weasley twins x oc piece and if you don't like it, ignore it(:
female reader; first person pov; slow burn; smut; minors-DNI
wc: 994 (a bit shorter than the norm, sorry guys)
Chapter 8
I wake up the next day genuinely dreading this 'detention' i'll be receiving after classes. I definitely was not thrilled about the fact that I wasn't exactly sure what was going to ensue. I decide to push it out of my head for the time being and get through the majority of my day.
I stayed in bed for a little while longer, many thoughts rummaging around my brain but one being more profound than others.
I need to talk to Paige.
I feel like I haven't been as transparent as I used to and I really don't want our relationship to change. However, she has also been a bit shady lately so that definitely needs to be addressed.
I reluctantly roll out of bed, thankfully in shorts this time, and make my way to the bathroom where Paige is brushing her teeth. Like clockwork, the three boys waltz into our room as if they live there. Without any warning, Paige slams the door shut, caging me inside. She points her toothbrush at me, flinging a bit of toothpaste on my shirt.
"You. You and I have some talking to do," she brushes her teeth a bit longer and then spits. "Do you even know who you're seeing at the moment?" Paige furrows her eyebrows and places a hand on her hip.
"Well, currently I'm seeing you. If you mean romantically, then that would be no one." I shrug and put some toothpaste on my toothbrush.
"Lee Alison do not lie to me." She shoves her finger in my face and I smack it away, leaning toward the sink to spit.
"Two things: one, I'm not lying. I am not with anyone. Two, stop with the pointing what the fuck is up with you?" I spin to look at her.
"Ladies if you're snogging in there and we can't see it, I'm going to be pissed." I hear Fred's dumbass voice through the door, which I then yank open, getting in his face.
"Make all the jokes you want, Frederick, but do not ever and I mean ever disrespect us like that again. Seriously. Very juvenile of you." I shove my finger in his chest and demand his attention. His eyes darken a bit and he slightly nods his head.
"We're having a conversation but we will be out in about five minutes. If y'all are getting hungry, go grab breakfast in the great hall." I shut the door in Fred's face and turn back to Paige.
"Thanks for that, but what I was saying was," she lowers her voice to a whisper, "as your sister and even best friend I just want to know that you're safe and happy." I look at her quizzically.
"Yes, honey, of course i'm safe and happy. A tad confused but I'm alright." I laugh at her serious expression.
"Lee, I'm just-" I cut her off.
"Paige please, for the love of Merlin, just say what you want to say. I will still love you all the same." I place my hands on her shoulders and give her a gentle smile. Bless this girl's heart for wanting to appease everyone.
"Alright, okay. Who- I- alright. Sorry if this is too forward of a question but I just wasn't sure-" again, I cut her off.
"Paige Leeann." I warn her.
"I'm sorry. Okay. What in the fuck is your love life because there are so many of them and just one of you? And how in the hell is everyone just okay with everything?" She looked nervous, frustrated, and exasperated all at once.
"Honestly if I knew, I would tell you. What I can definitely tell you though is Remus is jealous. Oh and I believe the twins are sort of competing?" I shrug my shoulders at her, indicating that was all the information I had for her. She gave me a look.
"You need to figure out what's happening with Remus and cut that out. You don't need to jeopardize that man's job! You can flirt with him elsewhere but as long as he's your professor, I advise you close the curtain on that one. As for the twins, I just know you're enjoying that but you need to figure out what the deal is between the three of you. Trust me, you don't want to ruin a sibling relationship." She rested her hand on my shoulder and the rose-colored glasses came right off.
Oh fuck me, she's right.
We walked out of the bathroom to figure out that the boys weren't there. We bolted over the the door and locked it so we could change clothes without the fear of someone waltzing in.
As soon as I zipped up my skirt, there was a knock at the door.
"Housekeeping!" The boys started yelling in high pitched voices, causing us to laugh. We unlocked the door and let them in, as well as the two massive trays of breakfast pastries they were carrying. I continued to hold the door open when Ron appeared right behind them.
"Well hello, Ronald. Nice to see you again." I close the door behind them and make my way to the desk where the trays are currently sitting. I grab a scone and a cinnamon roll, making sure I get all the energy I need for the day.
"What brings you to join us, Ron?" George nudged his little brother with his elbow, making him roll his eyes.
"I smelled the strawberry scones and didn't want to eat with the rest of those tossers." He shrugged while grabbing a couple. We were all silent for a little while, then Paige's watch went off. We shove the remainder of our food in our mouths and scurry out the door to our first class. I reach apparitions class and realize that I have to be Lupin's aide for a day and then stay for detention afterwards.
