weasley twins one shots

caught in the act // fred weasley

summary: how do you feel about writing a request for professor!fred and professor!reader bantering like cRaZy at hogwarts a few years after graduation and things just ~happen~ between them both? like maybe they try to one up each other all the time or they just dislike one another OR they're secretly dating but try to hide it from the students but the students know anyway? i don't even care what it is, i just desperately need professor fred k love u BYE

warnings: flirty and steamy, mentions of food

word count: 3.7k

a/n: OK so this idea was stemmed from a very long chat between me, and and it has finally been brought to life! this was so much fun to write and i really hope you all enjoy :) 

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/635876901690490880/caught-in-the-act-fw

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The familiar echo of the Hogwarts bell never failed to make you jump out of your skin. Especially when you were currently eyeing a class full of students in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drop of a quill. Their practice exam required lack of noise to the point where you swore you could hear the movements of your ribs as you inhaled and exhaled.

The ringing sound echoed throughout the class for a short moment, the students in front of you all placing their quills down and forming a line towards your desk, their parchment in hand and some of their faces rather sullen. It was only a practice exam, but the real deal was coming up in a few weeks and revisions were taking up a majority of their free time. You couldn't tell if their expressions were from the work they just did or from the lack of sleep.

You remembered your exam days at Hogwarts. Long, dreary nights in the common room by the fire until the sun came up, your eyes burning out of your scalp from reading scribbles and notes all night long. Those really were the days, weren't they?

"I don't think I did so well, Professor," one of your students, a fourth year Hufflepuff, said with a defeated tone to his voice, "I couldn't remember the proper spell."

You had found it rather odd that for a Charms class, the students had to do a written practice exam. It wasn't your decision — but you surely questioned it.

"It's alright, Edwards," you grinned back, "It's not the final thing. This will only prepare you for the one you take in two weeks. Remember, that one is a performance exam. If you've got your wand movements down, you'll be all set."

The boy nodded, no trace of a smile on his face as he turned away and trudged out of the class, his overly heavy backpack hanging off of his shoulder.

A frown formed on your lips as the next student walked towards your desk, a confident smile on her face as she handed you her exam paper, "Have a good day, Professor!"

You were about to wish her a good day in return, but a figure by the door caught your attention instead.

Fred Weasley — or, rather, known to his students as Professor Weasley — stood with his hands in his pockets, his button up shirt tucked tightly into his slacks. His hair was short, standing up and looking soft as ever.

He shot you a quick wink, causing you to shake your head with a small laugh before you returned to collecting exams. You couldn't give away that you were, indeed, dating a fellow professor. You were sure, due to the countless times you've popped in and out of each other's classes, that some of them were suspicious. But you could hardly think about that too much without getting paranoid.

Your students filed out of the classroom one by one, each of them excited to finally be on lunch break. You could hear a few of them mutter a quick 'good afternoon, Professor Weasley' as they passed by him in the doorway, none of them striking any sort of conversation, much to your pleasure.