His sister (Fred Weasley x Potter reader)

Currently Accepting Apologies in the Form of Chocolate

Turns out, yeah — totally worth it.

Even as I stood hunched over a blackened floor in the Potions classroom, scrubbing up what I could only assume was Seamus Finnigan's latest science experiment gone wrong (R.I.P. to that poor cauldron), I still found myself grinning. The prank had been flawless. Iconic, even. Snape's face when he walked into the Great Hall with pink, bouncy, shampoo-commercial hair? Worth every second of this cleanup.

Less worth it: my "partners in crime" had apparently retired from crime altogether and were now professional nosy parkers, rifling through Snape's drawers like they were on a treasure hunt.

"Oi!" I snapped, straightening up with my hands on my hips. "You two just gonna keep playing 'What's in Snape's desk?' or are you gonna help me clean this nuclear disaster?"

George barely looked up. "Sorry, (Y/n), but duty calls."

"To be fair," Fred added, "we're looking for something useful. Or funny. Or cursed. Ideally, all three."

I muttered something under my breath that definitely wasn't PG and definitely would've made Molly Weasley faint.

After about an hour of scrubbing magical soot and contemplating my life choices, I finally collapsed onto a desk, arms sore, robes smelling like burnt frog legs. Snape eventually glided in, all dark robes and hot pink hair (still!), and stared us down with that usual "I hate my life and also you" expression.

"Dismissed," he said flatly.

I didn't wait. I was out the door with a dramatic shoulder-check into both twins for emphasis. George blinked after me like he was trying to do math. Fred mouthed, "What the—?"

Exactly.

I beelined for the common room, gave the Fat Lady the password (with zero enthusiasm), and trudged in. The Golden Trio were by the fire — classic — and I dropped next to Hermione with a sigh so dramatic I should've won an award.

"Help me murder the twins," I said flatly. "Preferably before dinner."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, amused. "What happened this time?"

"Oh, nothing much," I replied sweetly. "Just that we all got detention for the prank — fine, cool, expected — but guess who was left to clean up the entire potion-pocalypse while Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumber played around in Snape's drawers?"

Harry looked vaguely horrified. Ron looked vaguely confused. Hermione looked like she was two seconds away from writing a report about it.

Right then, the portrait hole swung open, and in walked the identical idiots. I turned back to Harry, immediately launching into conversation like they didn't exist. "So, Harry. Any new drama in your life that doesn't involve me cleaning it up?"

He smiled. "Not really. Professor Lupin said he'll start teaching me the Patronus Charm after Christmas."

"Smart," I said, nodding. "Always good to have a dementor defense plan."

The couch dipped as Fred sat on one side of me and George on the other. Hermione scooted away with the speed of someone who'd seen this play out before.

"Why are you ignoring us?" Fred asked, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

I shoved it off like it was contaminated. "Gee, I wonder."

George blinked. "Did we... do something?"

I turned to the trio. "Anyway, I'm going to bed before I say something that gets me another detention. Goodnight."

And I fled. Dramatically. As is my right.

"Hey Lina, Licia," I greeted Angelina and Alicia as I changed into pajamas and flopped into bed. "If you see the twins tomorrow, pretend you don't know them."

"Gladly," Angelina said.

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Next morning? Chaos.

Angelina physically shook me awake. "(Y/n), get up! We're going to miss breakfast!"

"Let me starve," I mumbled.

"No," she said with zero sympathy. "Move."

I groaned, rolled out of bed like a corpse reanimating, and stumbled to the bathroom. Quick shower. Robes on. Teeth brushed. Hair down — because effort was dead to me.

By the time I made it downstairs, bag slung over one shoulder and brain still rebooting, I fully expected the Great Hall to be empty plates and crumbs.

Except... it wasn't.

It was barely half full. Not even close to done. And there, sitting pretty like nothing had happened, were Angelina and Alicia, already eating and smiling at me like butter wouldn't melt in their mouths.

I stopped right in front of them, staring.

"I didn't actually oversleep, did I."

It wasn't a question. It was an accusation.

They both gave me identical innocent smiles, which — to be clear — only confirmed their guilt.

I sighed and sat down, dramatically and with just enough flair to make a point.

Of course, the twins spotted me. Of course, they came straight over. I buried my face in my hands like that would protect me.

"We still wanna know what we did wrong," Fred said, plopping down beside me.

"Honestly, Fred. George. Use your shared brain cell," I groaned.

They looked at each other. No lightbulb. Shocking.

"I'm going to sit with my brother," I muttered and picked up my plate.

Behind me, I heard Angelina say, "Great, you scared her off."

Good. Let them feel guilty.

I squeezed into the seat next to Hermione again. "Ron, are your brothers always this bloody daft?"

"All the time," he said cheerfully.

"They have absolutely no clue what they did wrong," I muttered, stabbing my bacon like it insulted me. "It's pathetic."

"Well, I'm not telling them," I added. "They either figure it out or they don't. I'm too tired to deal with emotionally oblivious prank goblins."

Hermione patted my shoulder. "You're being a little dramatic."

"Yeah well...maybe I am just a little dramatic."

After breakfast, I stood and stretched. "Class calls. Maybe I'll hex someone on the way just to feel something."

On my way out, I passed a cluster of third-year Slytherins. Among them: one platinum-blond Draco Malfoy. I gave him a nod and a half-smirk.

He smirked back — and then frowned, like he noticed how tired I looked.

Mind your business, Malfoy.

Transfiguration was next. I collapsed into my seat, gave Professor McGonagall a weak smile, and planted my face straight onto the desk.

It was shaping up to be a long day.

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(A/n): Sorry if it was a bit short, also, I've decided to start a lil friendship between Draco and (y/n) cause why the hell not. This chapter was a bit chaotic but I'm too lazy to change it, also sorry for missing three days of updates, something came up. Hope you enjoyed~Gem💕