Harry Potter characters x Reader (Oneshots)

(Fool Me Once) Fred Oneshot

A/N: SMUT. FILTHY. I need to go to church after writing this, you have been warned

THIS INCLUDES: degradation, praise, mentions of cheating, consensual cheating

***NO VERBAL CONSENT, BUT EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL

No one at Hogwarts was oblivious to the Weasley twins pranking streak.

Anyone could be a victim: teachers, peers, and a couple of times, pets. Though George had set a dung bomb off in the owlery once which made every owl in the building smell like a horse's arse for weeks. After that, they'd stuck to humans.

Y/N, Fred's girlfriend, was the most accustomed to it. She pretty much knew all of the ins and outs of their plans, and would always be the voice of reason when Fred was brainstorming— not that he'd always listen, though, but she did try.

Sometimes she'd partake in the pranking too. It wasn't too often, but she definitely got a kick out of seeing Snape struggle to transform his robes back to a black color after being charmed pink. Fred did too, she could tell. He'd never commit the crime without asking her if she wanted to join first.

Except for his new idea, which only his twin knew about, being that he was the other half of the plan.

Just as he expected, George thought it was hilarious and was immediately on board. Fred was pleased with himself. No one would suspect a thing.

They'd traded places many a time, but had never done it for longer than a day. Now, that would change; they were going to pull this stunt for a bloody month.

All of the details had been taken care of. They had done a little bit of researching on altering appearances since they really wanted to pull this off; George had two moles on his neck, so Fred had burnt them off and cast some onto his own skin. Fred had a little indent on his eyebrow, so he had smoothed it over and George had cut a little slit in his own.

It was fucking genius.

And everything had been fine at first. They switched class schedules, they took each other's Quidditch positions, they used the other's bed in their dorm. And no one had noticed anything. Not even... her.

What Fred hadn't put into the equation was her.

Yes, he knew that to play the part George would have to treat her like his girlfriend, but he swore that she was being so much more affectionate than usual— and it was getting under his skin to the worst degree.

What was worse was that George didn't seem to mind it that much, sometimes sneaking his twin brother an arrogant smirk when she'd plant a kiss on his lips.

He made George promise to him that he wouldn't do anything beyond innocent kisses, and he agreed out of respect. They'd only been doing the act for three days, but every time she'd lay her head on George's shoulder, Fred's fists would tighten instinctively.

Today, the fourth day of this shenanigan, was no different. Fred and George were already in the Great Hall, scarfing down breakfast before class when she waltzed in. Her sweet smile had melted Fred's heart at first glance. That is, until he realized it was meant for George— well, technically it was meant for Fred. He reminded himself of that to keep from bending his fork as his grip on it was so tight.

"Morning, love." George said to her with a smile. He gave Fred a side-eye when she wasn't looking, which Fred repaid with a discreet middle finger.

"Good morning!" chirped Y/N, sitting down beside him. The girl landed a soft peck on his cheek. Fred was across from the two, trying his best not to glare at either of them.