Fred Weasley x Slytherin Reader
A/N: Super sorry if the timelines don’t match up. I tried my best but I was having heaps of fun with this one :) Part 2 coming soon!!!
Warnings: None that I can think of, fluff maybe?
Summary: You’re in Slytherin, and on the quidditch team. You have developed a crush on Fred Weasley over the past few months, and are trying to uncover if he feels the same about you.
The buzzing atmosphere in the dungeon was making you slightly itchy and totally nauseous. It was Friday morning before breakfast, and the common room was already bustling; green and silver paraphernalia was slowly covering the walls whilst excited students chattered amongst each other.
“Knock ‘em dead, Y/N.”
“Good luck tomorrow!”
“I’m going to congratulate you now, I can just see the sweet victory! Divination has served me well.”
It was the first Quidditch match for the school year tomorrow, and being your third year on the Slytherin team, it made no sense to you to feel so nervous. You were a great Chaser – the best on the team, in fact. Your captain Marcus Flint made note of this regularly to bring the others in line.
But this morning, you knew there was something toying with your mind and trying to put you off. As you headed to breakfast, you tried to understand your queasiness, but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
“Y/N,” a voice called behind you in the common room. You turned around to see your best friend Adrian seated on the black velvet sofa in front of the fireplace holding One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.
“Hey,” you greeted while sitting down next to him. He draped his arm behind you across the back of the couch. “Weird question, but are you feeling okay?”
He looked at you, concerned. “I think so. Am I meant to not feel okay?”
You shook your head. “I must be nervous or something,”
“You? Nervous?” he asked mockingly. “Why should you be nervous?”
You felt a tingle run down your spine as his fingers began to tickle your neck. You immediately snapped your head to your shoulder to make him stop, but his fingers kept wiggling, even with limitations. You let out giggles and ‘stop it!’s as protest and tried to pull his arm away until he let up.
“What was that for?”
“You not realising how great you are.”
Adrian has been your best friend since you two were children. Your families had been good friends since they were at Hogwarts, so you spent plenty of time together, having sleepovers and spending summer’s at his parent’s place in the country, which is where you both received your Hogwarts acceptance letters. You would consider him you friend soulmate, if such a thing existed. But many of the other students saw you as something more. Like now, for instance, a group of girls in your year are sitting next to the windows looking out to the black lake, giggling and whispering while looking directly at you - obvious signs of gossiping. You knew nothing would happen with Adrian. You were too good of friends to let something like feelings come and ruin more than a decade of friendship. And besides, he was like a brother to you.
“Let’s go. I don’t want to miss out on any of those chocolate croissants,” you said.
Adrian packed up his textbook and meandered with you to exit the common room. You snaked your arm around his to link you together, just for the fun of keeping those girls guessing. Adrian didn’t seem to mind, as he looked down at you with a smile.
You sat with two of your other teammates in the Great Hall. The uneasiness still lingered, as if you’d missed the last step on one of the moving staircases, which was admittedly a frequent occurrence. It was starting to get irritating, since you never felt like this, especially not before Quidditch.
Your friends were all making an effort to have a normal morning to try and take their minds off tomorrow, although you could tell the upcoming Herbology quiz and the latest news articles about Sirius Black were the least of their worries.
The four of you came to an agreement early in your first year on the team together — that there was to be no speak of Quidditch two days before a match. It came about after a rather nasty incident during your first game together, which was also to never be discussed again. Several Slytherin students came up to the group to wish you luck tomorrow, and you all thanked them. As soon as they left, it was back to non sensical topics before someone blurted out anything to do with Quidditch. At least it was making you feel better.
“We’re going to slaughter them tomorrow,” a voice sounded from behind you.
He had a twisted smirk on his face, and placed a hand on your friend Cassius’ shoulder, which made him jump. By them, Malfoy was talking about your opposition for tomorrow afternoon – Gryffindor. “I’d give anything to wipe that smug look off of Potter’s face.”
As you tore a piece of croissant off, the uneasiness began to scratch at you again. But this time, you could pin point the feeling. It was as if a pair of eyes were lingering on you, nagging you to turn around. You tried to ignore it, but it was becoming unbearable. You looked to your right towards the table of professors, but there was nothing. It was probably just those unusual nerves. But as you looked to your left, a pair of eyes locked with yours.
You grinned at him as if it was a reflex. He smiled back with a glistening look in his eyes, then took a sip from his goblet.
“Y/N?” Adrian said, nudging your side. You returned to the conversation, going red in the cheeks as you finally understood the uneasiness.
To say you were in love was an overstatement. I was just a silly crush that you had on Fred, nothing more. He was in a few of your classes, and you have been good friends over the years. You were friends with lots of the Gryffindors in your year, actually. Despite the implications of being in Slytherin, and your friend’s morals, you were one of the friendlier ones and got along with people from all different houses, so it wasn’t surprising that you got on well with Fred, too. Maybe a little too well these past months, when this little crush emerged. You’d catch him staring at you numerous times in the day, and you always kept up a playful banter (which involved plenty of flirting) whenever you had the chance to speak with him. You always wondered if he felt the same about you, but knew it was best not to dwell on those things. You were just an ‘evil’ Slytherin, after all.
“Are you ready for Potions?” Adrian asked you as the group started to head to the common room. You caught Fred’s gaze again with a side glance as you walked. You could’ve sworn he winked at you…
“Yeah. As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said mindlessly. A surge of heat rose to your face for the second time this morning, and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself.
“Great. I’m sitting next to you. I need to get out of Snape’s bad books desperately, and nothing will do that more than sitting next to our best Chaser. Snape loves you.”
You exited the Great Hall while you playfully elbowed Adrian. “You know the rules. No Quidditch talk until we get out of class. And gross.”
“Postponed?” several voices chimed in confusion, which triggered an angry chatter to explode.
Professor McGonagall had summoned the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players to the courtyard an hour into second period to announce the terrible news. You shook you head and huffed angrily.
“We wanted to let the teams know first. Malfoy was sent to the hospital wing with an injury to his arm around an hour ago, and it looks to be serious,” she explained sternly. “Tomorrow’s Quidditch game will be postponed until further notice. The next match is scheduled as per usual, with Gryffindor and Hufflepuff in a few weeks. I’m very sorry about this.”
You turned to your Slytherin teammates and joined in ranting and cursing out Malfoy. After McGonagall finished speaking privately with Marcus and Oliver Wood, the two Quidditch captains, she sent everyone back to class. You trailed behind Adrian and Marcus back in the direction of Potions.
“Shame, huh?” a voice said behind you. You turned around to see Fred, and a small grin formed on your lips.
“Yeah, it sucks,” you commented as you walked together. “Malfoy’s such an idiot. Just wait until I get my hands on that slimy neck of his.”
“Tell me about it,” Fred said, rolling his eyes. “My brother Ron is always complaining about him. His whole family is pretty slimy, if you ask me.”
“Definitely,” you agreed, looking up at Fred to meet his eyes.
“Listen, if you ever need to send a rouge bludger on him any time soon, just let me know. George and I will sort something out for you,” he said kindly, winking at you for the second time today, which sent butterflies rattling in your stomach.
“I might have to hold you to that offer when he gets out of the hospital wing,” you grinned as you rounded the corner to enter the dungeons.
“Say, it is a shame about the match, since we were going to totally beat you guys,” you say, poking your elbow into Fred’s arm.
“Oh,” Fred sung, bringing a hand to your side, tickling your weak spots. “A little bit competitive, are we?”
You scoffed and swatted his hand away. “Well we can be, since, you know, we are the best team in the school,” you sighed confidently but jokingly. Fred shook his head while you climbed down the stairs.
“Wow,” he sighed. “Competitive and cocky! No wonder no one likes Slytherin.”
“Hey!” you exclaimed, playfully punching his arm. Fred knew you were sensitive about that topic, but he would say anything to get you riled up.
“I’m kidding,” he laughed. “You’re different.”
“You know, you’re not like the other Slytherins. You’re actually very likeable.”
He looked down at you with that same sparkly look he gave you this morning.
“Maybe you wouldn’t like me as much if we had beaten you guys tomorrow,” you joked.
Fred playfully nudged your shoulder as you walked up to your classroom where Snape was waiting outside.
“Took a detour, Mr. Weasley?” he asked rhetorically. You peered inside the classroom to see Adrian already seated at your table. He looked at you, then at Fred. Maybe you were dawdling?
“No, sir. It was just-“
“Five points from Gryffindor for being late, and five for holding up Miss Y/L/N.”
You wanted to protest, but realised you shouldn’t defend a Gryffindor in front of your Head of House.
Snape made way for the both of you to enter the class, and resumed teaching. As you sat down in your seat, Adrian looked at you with the same concern he had on his face this morning.
“What were you doing with Weasley?” he whispered.
“Nothing,” you said innocently. “Just talking.”
You both returned to the lesson about the properties of unicorn horns and it’s uses in different potions, but couldn’t help yourself. You caught Fred’s gaze from across the room. He poked his tongue out at you for making him lose 10 points for Gryffindor. You poked back, which make him grin that cheeky grin.