Could it be Us?

The Prank

Y/N's Point of View

   I reluctantly went into the library with George, knowing that something was up. I met his brother only yesterday, so this is very awkward. "Okay. You may be wondering why I have brought you here." "You read my mind." He smirked, "That's one of my many, many talents. But, I wanted to give you a speech about you and my brothers boundaries." Woah woah woah. How did we get here? "Uh— okay?" "First, there will be no snogging while I am in the room. Second, no funny business while I am in the dormitory." Merlin, we're not even dating! "And finally—" But I will never know what the final rule is, because just then a smoke bomb went off, blinding me. Then, I inhaled some of the smoke, and realized it was not just regular fumes, it was Hair Loss Gas. I had heard of this before, and apparently it makes you bald. Wait. It makes you bald, and I just inhaled it. I put my hands up to my head, checking to see if my hair was gone, and sure enough it was.

   I looked up, and George was wearing a mask. Ah, I thought to myself. A team effort. I've got to give it to them, that seems pretty hard to pull off. But I was more angry than impressed, so I stormed out of the library. But not before go over George Weasley a nice knuckle to the jaw. I marched out of there with my head held high, about to beat the daylights out of Fred Weasley.

   I burst through the Great Hall doors to find Fred Weasley staring into his soup. "Fred Weasley!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. He jerked his head up and looked at me, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. He walked over to me at the speed of lighting. "I didn't know! I swear!" I crossed my arms. "Mhm. Real convincing coming from the guy who told me just yesterday about his love for pranks. "Well— yeah. But George did it! I tried to stop him!" "So, even if you didn't do it, you didn't warn me before going into the library with him?" He shut up and looked at his feet. "Y/N, I am so sorry. I should've warned you." "Get back to me when you figure out how to fix my hair." I marched out of the classroom and went into the Gryffindor Common Room.
  
   I flopped myself onto the couch, unable to hold it on any longer. It seems so petty, crying about hair, but it just hit me hard for some reason. I mean, obviously hair grows back, but it took my so long to get my hair to where it was now. I was born with a birth defect that made my hair grow abnormally slow. It took 11 years just for it to be shoulder length. And for the Weasley twins to just take that away from me was lower than low.

   The rest of the day, I was the talk of the school. People would break up their conversations when I came near, I would hear whispers about me, and I caught people staring at my head. Fred tried multiple times to come and talk to me, but every time I turned and walked the opposite way. Even if it meant getting to class late. I could not look him in the eye.

   Later in the evening, I finally met up with Lavender for supper. "Oh my- Merlin Y/N! What have you done?" "Oh don't blame me. Blame those two redheads over there." I pointed directly at them, and she immediately understood. "Would you like me to hex them?" she asked hopefully. "Thanks Lav, but no. I don't wanna stoop to their level." She nodded.

   I went up to the Common Room as soon as I gulped down the last of my casserole. I heard Fred excuse himself to come follow me and apologize again, but I just sped up. Finally, I stopped right at the top of the stairs. He climbed up and said "Y/N," but I stopped him and told him to come closer. He began to climb the stairs, but the stairs flattened out underneath him and he slid down. "Wha-" he said, clearly confused. "Goodbye now, Weasley." I said, shutting the door in his face. I nearly busted a gut laughing after I went inside.

   After a quick shower, (quick because I didn't have to wash my hair) I climbed into bed. It took me less than thirty seconds to drift off into a deep, deep, sleep. Forgetting all of my problems.