Lupins secret. Fredxreader

Chapter 2- the Portkey

Y/N's pov:

"Ron, Harry wake up!"
I shook the two boys awake.
It was 6.45am and we had to leave at 7am to get to the quidditch stadium where the quidditch World Cup was being held.
"Come on get up or we're going to be late!"
They let out a loud groan but finally sat up, "Can you leave then so we can get ready?" Ron snapped at me. He definitely was not a morning person.

I rolled my eyes and made my way down to the kitchen, to be greeted by Molly. It looked like everyone else was eating their breakfast in the dining room, as the only person present was Molly herself. Was I late? Surely not later than Ron or Harry.

"Morning sweet heart, did you sleep well?" She asked in a sweet caring tone.
"Yes thank you. Like a log, as always." I said.
I made my way into the dining room where I found everyone else, enjoying their breakfast.
I sat myself down next to George. "Morning Georgie."
I reached out to grab the last slice of toast from the middle of the table but just before I could grab it someone snatched it out of my hand. Fred, "Gotta be faster next time y/n"
What an arsehole.
I glared at him across the table.
"Fred give her the toast!" George prompted his twin. I reckon he could see the evil glare on my face. A pissed off woman is not someone you wanna mess with.
"Why?' Fred asked, smiling smugly.
"Because she's had nothing to eat and you have so just give her the toast!" George demanded. I loved to see this caring side to George. The fact that he can make me feel so loved, he can be so caring with me. One of the things that I've only ever seen him be like with Ginny.
"It's alright Georgie. I'm not that hungry anyway." I lied.
Fred glanced over to look at me, and came to his senses, as he eventually passed over the toast. I smiled at George as a thank you, and wolfed it down before we would be headed to the port key.

Molly joined us in the dining room, sitting down across from the twins and next to me.
"George Fabien Wesley! What is that in your pocket!" She screamed. I looked over and saw a little purple wrapper sticking out the side. Fred slapped his head with his hand and the two emptied their pockets as they were told. A look of defeat plastered their faces, as Molly took the handful of colourful sweets throwing them straight in the bin. But not before I manage to grab a handful.

We sat in silence for the rest of breakfast, it wasn't awkward, just the anticipation for the game was so strong that no one knew how to begin. We just wanted to watch the cup as soon as possible. After what seemed an eternity of waiting, Arthur, came inside to make sure we were all ready to go.

We got up from the table and grabbed our stuff ready to leave. I carried a small back pack on my back, containing the things I knew Fred and George prized the most. The handful of sweets that the boys were sulking about.

I said my goodbyes to Molly and made my way outside with the rest of the group. "Right are we ready to leave then?" Arthur asked. We all nodded excitedly and began the very long journey ahead of us.

"Pssst, Georgie!" I whisper shouted, trying to be as quiet and possible, yet still hoping he could hear me.
"Yeah Y/N?"

"Go in the pocket of my bag!" I say. He walks over and stands behind me, pushing his hand into the bag and grasping the sweets. His eyes went wide as he ran over to show Fred. Fred was still being stupid about the toast situation this morning, but I swear I could have seen him smile at me.

"You really are amazing, you know that?" George said to me, slinging a hand over my shoulders.
"Of course I am." I wiggle my eyebrows which makes him chuckle.

After about half and hour of walking we finally stopped. We were in the middle of an open area of land. In the middle of no where.
There was a old Mouldy boot in the middle of the area, it looked like it had just been dumped.