FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 26
WARNINGS: British swearing
You, Fred, and George stroll cheerily down the hall together. At some point, an unspoken agreement is made and the three of you start skipping in unison. Your laugh echos throughout the halls. You're so happy that you feel like you could jump up into the air and start flying about without the assistance of a broom. Just when you're beginning to believe that nothing could ruin your mood, you turn a corner and almost plow into Professor Umbridge.
"Oh!" Umbridge exclaims, stumbling a few steps back.
"Sorry, Professor!" you quickly apologize in hopes that it will save you and the twins from detention. "We didn't see you there..."
Umbridge smiles tightly and straightens her feathery, light pink hat. "Obviously not." She brushes down her matching pink cardigan and skirt. "And where are you all coming from?"
"The vivarium," you reply smoothly. You had already rehearsed the lie many times in your head in case of an encounter such as this. The vivarium is right across from the Room of Requirement, so, unless she had somehow seen you exit the Room, your answer would give Umbridge no reason to be suspicious. "I just adore magical creatures!" You give her an ecstatic smile for added effect, and you see in your peripheral vision Fred and George exchanging a look over your head.
Umbridge blinks. "Ah. And are you aware that you are late for class?"
"Yes," you sigh. You pull an exasperated expression and nod in George's direction. "This one accidentally knocked over a cage of Cornish Pixies and they all got loose!"
"I—!" George starts to defend himself, but you quickly grind the heel of your shoe into the toe of his. George goes silent.
"As I said, it was an accident. I'm glad we were able to clean it all up as fast as we did," you chuckle sheepishly.
"I'm assuming that means everything is back in order?" Umbridge asks, checking her watch.
"Yes, Ma'am," you reply stoutly. "I made sure of—"
She waves a hand impatiently. "Yes, yes, fine, fine. Off to class now." Professor Umbridge quickly shuffles past you and the twins and continues on her way.
After a few moments of waiting for Umbridge to be out of earshot, Fred pokes you in you in the side teasingly. "Wow, y/n, I think that's the first time I've ever heard you fib!"
You slap his hand away, giggling. "No, it's not. I'm just so good at it that you didn't realize when it was happening."
"Really?" Fred asks curiously. He seems a bit concerned.
"Yeah," George answers for you as he massages the end of the shoe you stepped on. "It was when she called you handsome."
You and Fred laugh. It was as much of an insult to George as it was to Fred, seeing as how they are identical twins.
"Sorry, but I don't quite remember y/n ever calling me handsome," Fred says, pretending to wipe a tear from under his eye.
"Really? Well, we'd better fix that!" you snort.
Fred and George both cock an orange eyebrow as you make a show of quickly combing your fingers through your hair and clearing your throat in preparation.
"Oh, Fred! You're so handsome!" you swoon, dramatically putting the back of your hand to your forehead like an actress would.
To your surprise, only George laughs. Fred wears a critical expression. He shakes his head.
"You're almost there," Fred says. "But it's more like this." He proceeds to reenact your hand motion, and then faints on top of George who exclaims in alarm, barely catching him. After a few seconds, Fred opens his eyes and stares dreamily up at George (who's still holding him).
"Fred?" Fred says to George. "I-Is that you?"
"'Tis I, y/n," George replies, looking down at Fred with smoldering eyes. "Your knight in shining... I'm sorry, you're bloody heavy," George laughs, breaking character, and drops Fred. Fred lets out a girlish scream as he falls to the floor.
You clap your hands enthusiastically in applause, howling with laughter.
"That was just brilliant!" you try to say sarcastically, but you're still laughing.
"Thank you, thank you," Fred huffs as he gets to his feet and brushes his robes off. "Now it's your turn." He opens his arms in offering, and you giggle.
"I don't think so. We best be getting off to class now," you say in a lousy Umbridge impersonation.
"But class has got to be 'bout halfway done by now," says George. "I don't see a point in going."
Fred nods. "Agreed."
The twins turn to stare at you, waiting for your own agreement. After a moment of you staring back with no other reaction, they pull out their ultimate weapon: the goofy, toothy, crooked grin.
You can't help but smile and you groan, covering your face with both hands in giddy embarrassment as you blush.
"C'mon, y/n," Fred encourages, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders slyly.
George does the same on your other side. "Life's made for livin'!" He clicks his tongue. "Say, how often do you fly?"
You peek out from between your fingers curiously. "Never."
Fred and George immediately lock eyes with each other and share a knowing smirk. "Guess we know what we're gonna do," they chuckle in unison.
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