Homesick (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Bed Checks

Okay. Y/N thought. I can do this. 

Taking two quick breaths, Y/N stepped into his office. 

"Professor!" 

"To... what do I owe... this pleasure, Ms. Granger?" Professor Snape asked pointedly.

Okay, so she wasn't quite ready to face the one and only Mad-Eye Moody - but who can blame her? 

"I was wondering, Professor, if you could help me with an extracurricular activity" 

"Being...?" 

"Well, I, um..." Y/N thought for a moment, "As you know I was offered a job opportunity with the Ministry" 

"I do recall. It was quite the interruption." 

"Yes. Well. I need to ask you some questions." She tried to sound confident, but it came out more like an uncertainty, even to herself. 

"Ask away, Ms. Granger" Professor Snape sighed, leaning back into his chair and continuing to grade the papers in front of him. 

"Have you noticed any of the following ingredients missing from your storage in the past twelve months? Minthra, newt scales, dragon-nail powder, luck-water, sugar-thyme..." She trailed off

"Yes. And feel free to add boomslang skin, lacewing flies, and powdered bicorn to the list as well." 

"Er-" These weren't related to the drugs... right? "Uh, Professor, aren't those ingredients for--" 

"Polyjuice potion. Correct. And I would not be so far fetched as to assume your sister could be the culprit for those? She has before." He spat at her, standing up abruptly with a flutter of his cape. 

"No sir, not a chance. I keep a healthy cabinet of my own supplies from which I have given her full access. I don't want Hermione in any trouble. I just want to know who is stealing things around here." 

"Hm." A calmer look crossed his face for just one moment before he sat down again.

He took a deep breath in, clearly thinking about something. 

"Look, Professor -" 

"Granger, despite my repulsion to literally everything about you, you do manage to remind me of another bright young witch I used to know. She was rather gifted in potions as well." 

Y/N nods, not daring to speak a word.

"And I want you to do well in this class, although you may think the opposite. I promise, I do enjoy having someone in my classes who does the reading. So let me give you some advice. I do think someone is thinning out my storage, and if you can find them out I would be grateful. I assumed it was more idiocy from students but since it's apparently ministry business feel free to get involved. I've noticed my supplies lowering at night between Wednesday and Thursday." 

"Thank you, sir, that is extremely helpful"

"One more thing, Granger, quit acting like such a pretentious loud mouth and maybe you can earn more company from me."

"Yes sir."

"Now get out of my office"

Y/N basically ran up the seemingly endless flights of stairs back up into the common room, where Angelina and the twins were conspiring. Tonight was the night they were supposed to come back with the info they had found out. Honestly, she just hoped the were on the right track with this whole thing. As she opened the door into the dorms, Y/N saw the three of them sitting cross-legged on one of the twin's beds, with Fred and Angelina with their backs towards her.