My Weasley (Fred x Reader)

Chapter 34-Quidditch Lesson

Angelina had given me the schedule she made. Almost like she knew, the schedule was perfect and worked with my time. Today was the first day that I would practice with them. I hadn't talked to Jeremy in two weeks. He had really gotten me mad that night and ever since then everything seemed to bother me so easily. There was now a scar on my hand, and on Harry's. Harry and I were in McGonagall's office since she wanted to see us because someone had told her about the quills.

"I didn't want her to find out." I said to Harry while we walked to the great hall.

"Neither did I. I wonder who told."

"I've got a feeling it was someone we know. I just don't know who." I said as we entered the great hall and walked to where Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting.

"Harry, Y/N." said Hermione when we approached them.

"Can we join you?" asked Harry.

She was about to answer when we heard arguing from outside the hall. Harry and I rushed quickly when we distinguished the voice of McGonagall. I stood next to the twins who were standing along with other people.

"Pardon me, professor, but what exactly are you insinuating?" asked Umbridge.

"I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students...you conform to the prescribed disciplinary practices." said McGonagall when she looked at Harry and I.

"So silly of me, but it sounds...as if you're questioning my authority in my own classroom...Minerva." said Umbridge as she stepped up one step higher than McGonagall.

"Not at all, Dolores, merely your medieval methods." said McGonagall as she too, stepped up higher.

"I am sorry, dear. But to question my practices is to question the Ministry...and by extension, the minister himself." she said while sounding like the victim. "I am a tolerant woman...but the one thing I will not stand for is disloyalty."

"Disloyalty." said McGonagall as she stepped down.

"Come on Minnie." I whispered to myself.

"Things at Hogwarts are far worse than I feared." said Umbridge while taking a step much higher than McGonagall. "Cornelius will want to take immediate action."

"Let's go." said Harry as we all walked back into the hall.

"Questioning the Ministry?" I repeated. "Let's see them write with the quill and see how they like a bloody scar on their hand."

"You don't like your scar, right?" asked Harry as we sat.

"Honestly, no." I said as I brushed my thumb over it. "It makes me quite insecure."

"What does?" asked Fred as him and George sat in front of Harry and I.

"Nothing." I said.

"Her scar." said Harry accidentally. We looked at each other and then unintentionally repeated what each other said.

"Nothing." he said.

"My scar." I said.

"Nothing." we both said at the same time.

"Harry!" I said as I slapped his arm.

"Sorry."

"Y/N, your scar is bloody awesome, isn't it Georgie?" said Fred.

"It's bloody cool." said George.

"You're just saying that because." I said as I rolled me eyes and placed my chin down on the table.

"No, we're not Y/N." said Fred seriously then took my hand and rubbed it comfortingly. "Don't hate it."

"We've got to go." said George. "But don't hate your scar Y/N/N."