𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 18

Natasha knew Fred and George were up to something when she caught them studying a potions book instead of helping her with a prank.

Their noses were buried deep in them, and Natasha was getting pissed.

No one wanted to ever experience a pissed off Natasha.

Lee was right behind her, acting as her wingman, as she strode through the halls with a murderous glint in her eye. Students from every school backed up against the walls as she walked past, her black halo of curls looking like they were almost alive.

When the twins were in her sight, not even Madam Pince stopped her as she grabbed an ear in each of her hands, pinching as hard as she could. "OW!" they both cried out at the same time, their book falling to the floor.

Whilst they rubbed their ears, Natasha picked up the book, her eyes widening in disbelief at the potion. "You're creating an age potion. AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" By now, she was fuming as she shut the book, once again taking their ears and dragging them both through the halls straight to the common room.

"Baby, sweetheart, pasty lover, could you please let go of my ear?" Fred asked, as nicely as he could, but he got a grunt in reply, as Natasha forced them to sit on the couch. He had never seen her so pissed off, but he couldn't deny it turned him on.

"First of all, you bail on my prank, which we have been planning for weeks, and now you decided to make an age potion when you failed your O.W.L.S. last year?!" Fred and George looked down as Natasha sat between them.

"Guys come on. We've been friends our whole lives, why didn't you just ask me to help?" she said quietly, and the twins looked at each other, before looking at the girl between them.

"Aw Nat, you know we are stupid. We've been looking for ways to get our names into the cup, and we might have found a way," George said, ruffling her hair. She smiled and lay her head in Fred's lap, putting her feet in George's lap.

Lee was sitting on the floor, leaning up against the couch, and Natasha started to braid his hair as Fred and George discussed their plan. "So, if George and I borrow Harry's cloak for the night, we can get the ingredients, whilst Lee and Nat set up the cauldron in our dorm," Fred confirmed, getting a nod from Natasha who was nearly asleep in his lap.

"It's advanced potion making, but we covered it the other day in Snape's class, so I'm confident with it," Natasha mumbled.

"Well then, we're good to go. Surely nothing can go wrong."

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By the time Natasha had finished brewing the potion, it was the day before the deadline, and all four Gryffindor's were fast asleep in the boy's dorm. Fred had been thankful that the other guy in their room had moved to the prefect's dorm, whilst the fifth bed had never been occupied, serving as storage for their pranking items.

The dorm was relatively clean, with a floating shelving system Natasha had installed in their third year and banners hung from the ceiling to make it more colourful. Natasha had spent more of her time sleeping in here than she had in the library.

Angelina, Alicia and Lauren were all chill with Natasha staying with the boys; they knew just how much she meant to them. But for Felicity Pearce, the idea was wrong, as she didn't understand them at all.

She had made no attempt to be friends with any of her dormmates, always sneering whenever any boy came past her, and every girl had given up trying to be friends with her, just ignoring her and leaving her to the blissful silence she attracted.

Natasha was currently passed out on Fred's bed, tucked safely in his arms, whilst George and Lee slept on their respective beds, the only source of light in the room being the cauldron as it continued to stir itself, thanks to a nifty spell Lee had found.