Blue Eyes and Freckles | Ron Weasley x Reader

Chapter 6 "The Prank"

You felt the breeze from the water against your face as you neared the vast lake. Once by the shore, you set down your bag and pulled out four glass mason jars. One by one, you began filing each to the brim with water before dashing a packet of sugar in them. You screwed on their caps and gave them a good shake.  Then, you put them back into your patchwork tote bag and tossed it over your shoulder, careful not to break the jars. You glanced at your watch: 3:26 pm. You had four minutes to get up the greenhouses. You began your trek back to the castle.
You made it to the greenhouse with a minute to spare. Silently and stealthily, you slipped into the greenhouse undetected. Immediately you recognized the bouncing bulb plant. You took out one of the mason jars, unscrewed the lid, and began pouring the liquid on the plants.
If this all went according to plan, your prank would easily meet Fred and George's standards. The twin's class were studying bouncing bulbs this week and tomorrow was their harvest day. It just so happens that sugar water makes bouncing bulbs completely unmanageable 20 hours after the bulbs consume it. It also just so happens that 20 hours after 3:3o pm on a Sunday is 11:30 on a Monday, which also just so happens to be the time of Fred and George's herbology lesson.
You finished watering the bulbs and snuck back out of the greenhouse, careful not to leave any tracks. You prayed everything would work out. Your felt a rush of adrenaline as you sped off into the castle, like you could run a thousand miles or lift one hundred elephants.
You made your way to the common room where you found Harry and Ron in an intense game of wizard's chess. In the corner of the common room sat Ginny, reading a book at a small table for two. You took the empty seat as an invitation.
"Hey, Ginny." You said and she looked up from her book. "Whatcha reading?"
"I'm not even sure. It's some book Harry gave me about an old witch who lived in a gingerbread house and ate children. He said that muggles tell their children this story."
She put the book down. The cover read "The Real Story of Hansel and Gretel"
"That's bizarre." You told her. "So... Harry."
She looked at you blankly. "What about him?"
"Do you like him?" You asked. You might as well be up front about it. She might tell you the truth.
She blushed aggressively.
"Uh.." Ginny looked down at the book, her face flaming up. "Well, I've liked him since we were kids, but I never thought he would possibly like me back until this year."
"Ginny! He totally likes you!" It was true, though. He was very blatant about it.
"We practiced quidditch together today." She looked longingly over to Harry, who seemed to be very concentrated on his chess match. "He helped me learn how to hold my broom better. We were thiiisss close." She pinched her fingers together.
    "You should totally make a move." You told her.
    "Shut up, they're coming." She looked past your shoulder and you turned around.
    Harry and Ron were approaching the table where you and Ginny sat, clearly done with their game of wizard's chess.
    "So," You started. "Who won?"
    "Ron, obviously. He's brilliant at wizard's chess." Harry said.
    "Is he?" You said, turning towards a tomato faced Ron.
    "He always beats me." Ginny said with a grin.
    "Anyway," Harry began. "have either of you seen Hermione? She's been missing a lot lately and I'm beginning to get a little worried about her. I've checked the libraries and she's never there, which is unusual."
    "I haven't seen her in quite a while." You told him. "What could she be doing?"
    Just then, the portrait swung open. As if saying her name had summoned her, Hermione climbed through. To everyone's surprise, she was followed by Cormac McLaggen, a fellow Gryffindor, whom none of them really liked due to his arrogance. The pair were laughing as the entered the common room. You, Ginny, Harry, and Ron watched in awe as the pair sat down on the couch together, Hermione snuggled into Cormac's side. Clearly, she hadn't seen any of them.
    "Apparently McLaggen." Ron said, gulping.

    That night, you barely slept. You were so thrilled for your prank the next day that you were kept up wondering what would happen if it went wrong.
    You were incredibly groggy when you went down to breakfast in the morning.
    "Morning, y/n." The twins said in unison with wild grins on their faces as you took your seat in between them.
    The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the Great Hall. You rubbed your eyes, watching the little stars behind them before opening them again.
    "Good morning, boys."
    You looked around to see who else was at the table. You had come down alone, so you didn't know who was up and who wasn't. To your surprise, almost everyone was there. Obviously to your left and right were the twins, but across from you sat Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ginny was on Harry's left, deep in conversation with Neville, who was next to Seamus and across from Dean. Next to Dean were Lavender and Parvati, giggling to each other.
    "Hermione," George smirked. "Why were you snooping around the corridors with McLaggen last night?"
    Hermione's face when from a beautiful peach to a blazing red in less that a second.
    "I- Um," She stammered, too thrown back to be able to form a sentence. "He was just walking back with me from the library." She turned back towards her eggs and toast, studying them intensely.
    "Is that why you stopped in the empty girls bathroom for fifteen minutes?" Fred asked.
    George leaned behind you to shield his laughter from Hermione, anchoring his hand on your shoulder. You could tell Fred was about to lose it too if he kept going. Harry and Ron just looked stunned. You couldn't help but suppress a giggle as well. You hadn't been here long, but you knew enough about Cormac that he was not Hermione's type in the least. He was arrogant, stuck up, and narcissistic.
    "Fifteen minutes?" Ron asked. "What could you possibly get done in fifteen bloody minutes."
    George fell off the bench and Fred looked about ready to join him. Harry coughed to hide his laughter. Ron was chuckling. You covered your mouth with your hand.
    Then all of you burst, much like Fred and George; even Hermione was crying with laughter. You hadn't laughed this hard in years. Unfortunately, the fun ended when Malfoy, followed by Crabbe and Goyle, walked down the isle on the way to the Slytherin table.
    "Ah, Weasleys on the floor, where they belong." He sneered.
    Crabbe and Goyle chuckled behind him. Everyone's smiles faded.
    "Fuck off, Malfoy." Ron said, startling you with his language.
    Malfoy looked at his goons, also shocked.
    "Wow, carrot top. Didn't know you had it in you to use such a dirty mouth?"
    "Go away." Harry said.
    "You really think I'd listen to you?" Crabbe laughed out loud behind him. "Remember when both of your parents died? Cause I do."
    "What?" You stifled a laugh. "You really have no better arguments than 'remember when your parents died'? That's not even remotely what this argument is about! If you're gonna insult him at least come up with something better than 'remember when your parents died'. That's just comical."
    Malfoy looked taken aback by your comment.
    "You must be the filthy American. Unfortunate that you were put in Gryffindor. You're rather pretty, did you know that?" He reached out to grab a strand of your hair. You slapped his hand away in disgust. "Too bad being friends with this lot automatically makes you uglier than a troll."
    Crabbe and Goyle laughed again, but so did both you and Hermione.
    Through your laughter you said, "You really think I want you to think I'm pretty?"
    Clearly Malfoy was not used to being laughed at; he looked relatively hurt.
    "I couldn't care less what you think about my appearance, I barely even know you!" You still had a smile on your face, but you had stopped laughing.
    "Fuck you." Malfoy said. "Fuck all of you."
    He stomped away, his henchmen not too far behind. You turned back towards everyone else.
    "How did you do that?" Harry asked.
    "Do what?"
    "Humiliate him!"
    "Oh. I don't know. I just told him what I was thinking about what he said. That argument about your parents was really stupid. I mean he could've said something about your glasses or your scar or literally anything else, but he chose the pull the dead parent card. I mean he really has no creative wit."
    You all spent the next fifteen minutes talking about Malfoy until Hermione realized that classes would be starting soon. You sped back to the common rooms to get ready.

    Your first two classes had gone by incredibly slow that morning. You were so anxious for third period to be able to see if your prank was successful or not. Finally 11 am rolled around, and it was go time. You got to your potion class on time and slipped yourself a puking pastel. At approximately 11:10, your stomach started to make some strange, whale call sounding noises. You knew what was coming.
"Professor!" You shouted. "I need to go to the hospital wing."
One look at your pale face, and Slughorn was rushing you out the door. Luckily, you made it to the bathroom just in time to puke your guts out. Then, you were off to the greenhouses at 11:20 am.
You found a nice bush with a great view inside so that you could see and hear the class almost completely clearly. Fred and George were in the back left corner whispering to themselves; they were in the perfect spot to see the action. You waited a few minutes until Madame Sprout began demonstrating how to harvest the bouncing bulbs. When she went to pluck one, it sprang out of her hands, but she was able to catch it. From your reading, the bulbs were supposed to be much bouncier than that. You began to panic. What if your prank didn't work?
Just then, however, a blonde girl with round cheeks tried her hand at harvesting a bulb. When she did, it was about 50x bouncier than Madame Sprout's bulb. It bounced around the greenhouse, crashing into things and breaking pots. Unfortunately, it was too late to warn everyone about the bulbs and soon there were about 20 bulbs flying around the greenhouse. Everyone began ducking for cover. You army crawled to where George and Fred were standing to eavesdrop on what they had to say.
"Nice going, Georgie." Fred said to his twin.
"What?" George said. "I thought this was you?"
"Nope. Who was it then? They're genius."
"I think I know." George looked at Fred, telling him with only his eyes.
"Wow, she is good."
That was all you needed to hear. You snuck away from your bush and booked it back to class.

You'd almost forgotten about the prank entirely when two lanky red heads slipped down on either sides of you as you were peacefully eating your turkey sandwich, conversing with Hermione about the Charms homework.
"Y/n, we know what you did." George said.
"It was brilliant." Fred added. "You're in."
They both had massive grins on their faces and you couldn't help but join them.
"Meet us in the common room at 11 tonight." George whispered the last part in your ear so Hermione wouldn't hear and you got chills down your spine.
Then they left as swiftly as they came.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked, curiously.
"Nothing." You mumbled, smiling to yourself.

The rest of your classes went by as they usually did: slowly. At dinner, Hermione reminded you that you had a project for DADA due soon. You had to go to the library to fetch a book for it.
You were the only student there since everyone else was at dinner. You had no problem finding your book, The History of Merpeople. Your project was supposed to be on your favorite supernatural creature and how to interact with them. You had always been fascinated by merpeople, so they were an easy choice.
You thanked Madame Pince as you left and she just scowled at you for interrupting her reading. You were barely out of the library when you heard your name being called behind you.
"Hey, Y/n!" It was a mocky sounding voice. "Y/n!"
You turned. It was just as you feared: Malfoy accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle. You rolled your eyes and kept walking.
"You'd better stop!" He yelled.
You stopped, but not because he told you to. You were interested in what he could be so desperate to say to you.
"Good girl."
You cringed internally as he approached you.
"Now, y/n, I think that we might have something going on between us. I—"
You cut him off, laughing. "You think there's something between us?"
"Clearly. It's obvious that you try to humiliate me in front of your friends to hide your feelings for me. But now that we're all alone, you can be completely honest with me and admit your true feelings."
"Okay first of all, were not all alone. Your two henchmen are standing right there." You gestured to Crabbe and Goyle standing awkwardly behind the two of you. "And second of all, my true feelings for you are that I think you're a stuck up brat that relies on daddy's money to get you respect. Can I please go back to my common room now?"
"No!" He pushed you against the wall and gestured for Crabbe and Goyle to leave. "You love me. You might not be able to admit it, but you do. Just accept it, y/n, and we can be together."
You tried to push him away, but he just pinned you against the wall. Then he made his move. He went in for the kiss and you managed to squirm enough out of the way so that his lips collided with your hair.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
You were stunned. You couldn't move any part of your body, not even your toes. You thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You were helpless.
Malfoy mashed his lips against yours in a slobbery, awkward attempt at a kiss. Then you heard running footsteps approaching and hoped it wasn't one of Draco's friends.
"Hey! Get off of her!" A familiar deep, slightly raspy voice yelled loudly. You managed to move your eyes enough to catch a glimpse of the firey red hair before you heard a bang and were dropped to the floor.