Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER TEN -

The Prank

Fred and Emmie got back to Hogwarts, still in tears of laughter after what had just happened. They stopped at the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room,
"do you believe me now?" He asked her, "that I'll never hurt you,"
"Maybe," she replied,
"maybe? What the fuck is maybe?" He asked annoyed, Emmie just shrugged and smiled,
"maybe,"
"I hate you, you know?" Fred said,
"no you don't," she replied making him scoff. There was a pause before Fred spoke,
"so maybe, does that mean second date?"
"It's our birthdays coming up, are you planning on doing anything?" She asked him,
"no, normally me and George just prank someone," he replied,
"I would love to help you."

*

Soon the Easter holidays came around and it was time for Fred, George and Emmie's birthday. They had been planning this prank for weeks. Coming up with it was hard enough, Emmie couldn't quite grasp the fact that it was a prank, they couldn't actually kill anyone; but, finally, they thought of the perfect prank and it was time to pull it off.
The three of them entered the Great Hall for breakfast and, to their luck, Snape was sat at the teachers table. Emmie looked over to Fred who was mouthing, "three... Two... One," when he reached one, the owls all swooped in to deliver the mornings post but one owl, carrying a large parcel, wasn't flying towards the student tables. The owl kept flying till it was directly above Snape, Snape looked up and started trying to bat it away but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly a sheer panic came over his face as the owl dropped the parcel it was carrying straight onto his head. The parcel burst open and hundreds of Cornish Pixies spilled onto the table. The whole school laughed and clapped as the pixies grabbed at Snape's ears, pulled his face into funny positions and hid in his greasy hair. Snape looked straight at Fred, George and Emmie who were laughing the hardest, "run!" The twins shouted and all three of them ran out of the great hall. Snape gave a swift flick of his wand and the pixies fell limply to the floor before he got up to chase them.

The trio ran down the hallway and round a corner where they stopped to catch their breath. "That was brilliant," George said as he turned to Fred and Emmie but they were preoccupied, "guys, can you stop eating each others face for one second," George sounded genuinely annoyed so they stopped, "sorry," Emmie spoke blushing.
They heard footsteps coming down the corridor so quickly set off again, round a few more corners, past a few more paintings which yelled at them as they went past and, somehow, straight into Professor Snape. "Fifty points from Hufflepuff, one hundred points from Gryffindor and detention for all three of you." He said bluntly.

*

Never, in anyone's memory, had a Qudditch match approached in such a highly charged atmosphere. By the time the holidays were over, tension between the two teams and their houses was at breaking point. A number of small scuffles broke out in the corridors, culminating in a nasty incident in which a Gryffindor fourth-year and a Slytherin sixth-year ended up in the hospital wing with leeks sprouting out of their ears.

Emmie entered the Gryffindor common room the night before the match, all usual pursuits were abandoned, even Hermione had put down her books.
"You alright Hermione?" Emmie asked her, "I can't work, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.
Emmie passed Harry and Ron who were sat nearby looking terrified and Oliver Wood who was crouched over a model of a Quidditch pitch as she made her way over to Fred and George. They were dealing with the pressure by being louder and more exuberant than ever and Angelina, Alicia and Katie were laughing at their jokes.
Emmie wrapped her arms around Fred and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, making sure the girls, especially Angelina, saw. "Emmie!" He exclaimed with a big smile on his face, "what are you doing here?"
"Just wanted to wish my boys luck before the match," she replied, Fred seemed taken aback by her sudden confidence, he whispered in her ear, "maybe if we win we could..." Emmie couldn't hear the last part of his sentence over the noise of the common room but she didn't have to, she smiled at him and he put his hand, which was once on her back, onto her bum.

The next day, the school filed into the stands. Gryffindor team walked out onto the pitch to a tidal wave of noise. Three quarters of the crowd were wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them or brandishing banners with slogans such as GO GRYFFINDOR! and LIONS FOR THE CUP! Behind the Slytherin goalpost, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags and Professor Snape sat in the very front row wearing green like everyone else and a very grim smile.
"And here are the Gryffindors!" Yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best side Hogwarts has seen in a good few year -"
Lee's comments were drowned by a ride of boos from the Slytherin end.
"And here come the Slytherin team, led by captain Flint. He's made some changes in the line-up and seems to be going for size rather than skill -"

Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each others hands very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break each others fingers before they all took off.
"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalpost, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no - Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing up the pitch - WHAM! - nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by - Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina - nice swerve round Montague - duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! - SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Angelina punched the air as she soared round the end of the pitch; the sea of scarlet below was screaming in delight - "OUCH!"
Angelina was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sorry!" Said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"
Next moment, Fred Weasley had chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.

Emmie stood up, Fred said she could trust him but after this she wasn't sure she did. She left the stands and walked back to the school.

She was sat in the Hufflepuff common room when Fred entered, "there you are!" He said excited, "I left the party to find you! Isn't it great, we won the cup! We won! You know what that means," he leant in to kiss her neck but stopped, "what's wrong?"
Emmie just burst into tears, "Fred get out," she sobbed, "what? What have I done?"
"Get out!" She shouted,
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what I've done," he said calmly.
"I thought I could trust you,"
"You can trust me, I promise you can trust me," he replied,
"then why is Flint in the hospital wing?"
"Because he's a dickhead, he hurt Angelina - oh." As he said her name he realised what he'd done, "Emmie I would've done that for any other team member,"
"Would you?" Emmie asked him, "yes, of course I would," Fred replied, "prove it," she said, "what?"
"Prove it," she repeated, "prove to me that you don't like Angelina,"
"Fine," he replied, "Emmie, will you be my girlfriend?"