Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

08 - Spoods

A/N - I'M BACK, DARLINGS!!!

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TW - Death, Torture

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●Fred's POV●

I walked into the common room with everyone else behind me. I scanned the common room, seeing a tuft of y/h/c hair from behind the couch. I peaked around and saw a sleeping y/n.

George goes to laugh, but I hit him in the arm. "Shush it. Now." I say, gesturing to y/n.

Angelina elbows George, "He's gone soft." Her remark sends a fit of hushed giggles throughout our friend group.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "No, I haven't."

"You're in denial, dear brother."

"Am not."

Every shared a knowing look; I pulled a face. My friends were lovely, don't get me wrong. But they were unbearable.

●Reader's POV●

I woke up with a slow start. I sat up and saw that I was in my bed. Not where I had fallen asleep last night, but okay. I'm not complaining. As long as I was still in my clothes from yesterday...

I pulled back my bed sheets and oh, thank Merlin. I was still in my clothes. If someone had changed me, they would have gotten a thorough beating. Not that I could do a whole lot, but oh well.

I looked around, then at the watch I kept on my night table. Six in the morning... I didn't have to be up for another hour, but again, I wasn't complaining. I sat up quietly, not wanting to disturb my roommates with my rustling. 

I opened my trunks, grabbing my uniform. I always had a certain taste that the uniform never really matched. So I had a habit of spicing things up each year, despite getting upwards of five points taken from Snape each day. All other professors just got used to it after second year.

I grabbed some hoop earrings and put them in, using a spell to style my very disobedient y/h/c hair.

After a whopping forty-five minutes, I was ready. I packed my satchel and went downstairs for breakfast. I walked in and took my usual spot between George and Fred. Not the best choice.

"Who are you dressing up for, y/n? Did someone catch your eye?" George nudged my side, I pushed him back.

"No eyes have been caught. An I am dressing for myself, you daft dimbo." I chuckled. I looked over to my left an saw Fred staring into the distance.

Curiosity got to my and I followed his gaze. He was looking at Cedric.

"Still on about last year's win are you?" I asked.

"Am not." He spat. I put my hands up in surrender.

"Alright, alright. No need to get your knickers in a knot."

"I beg your pardon?" He drew his eyes away from poor Cedric and stared at me. If looks could kill, poor Cedric would be dead.

 I grabbed a blueberry and flicked it at his head, but he caught it. "You heard me." I chided and flicked another blueberry, this time it hit his forehead and ounces off, causing George and I to giggle.

"You are incredibly insufferable."

"You're welcome." I bit into a strawberry and looked back at my plate of pancakes. 

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"five points from Gryffindor." Snape said the second I walked into his class.