MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

002. Wizard Wheezes

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book does not own Harry Potter, but she would definitely agree that I'm the better looking twin. 100%. 

"How big did his tongue get?" Fred asked eagerly, grabbing both my hands to help me out of the fireplace. 

"Maybe a foot long?" I quickly let go of his hands, dropping them to my sides. "What the hell was that thing?" 

"A foot!" George whooped, smacking Fred's shoulder roughly. "Ton-Tongue toffees, Y/N," He explained eagerly. "It's-" 

"One of our inventions," Fred finished, letting his right hand brush lightly over my back as he crossed the room. "Amazing." 

"Wonderful," George sighed, relishing in the moment. Harry laughed along with the twins, shaking his head. 

"Dudley certainly deserved that," Harry said, adjusting his glasses. There was a swoosh in the fireplace and a slightly dusty Mr. Weasley. His face was a picture of annoyance as he rounded on the tallest of his sons. 

"That wasn't funny, Fred," Mr. Weasley fumed, shoving his wand back into his pocket angrily. "What on earth did you give that poor muggle boy?" 

Fred shrugged. "All I did was drop a piece of candy. I didn't know he was going to go and eat the damn thing!" 

"Watch your language, Fred," Mr. Weasley scolded. "Just wait for your mother to find out-" 

"Find out what?" Mrs. Weasley entered the room, followed by a scruffy orange cat. "Find out what, exactly, Arthur?" 

"Oh, nothing, Molly," Mr. Weasley said anxiously. "Just one of Fred and George's pranks....nothing to concern yourself over." 

"Crookshanks," I said to distract myself, bending down to lift the cat. "Does that mean Hermione's here?" 

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling kindly at me. "She's just up in Ron's room at the moment, dear." Turning to look at Harry- "it's lovely to see you both again." 

The tension between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed to fester in the air as she glared at him. Mr. Weasley cleared his throat loudly, attempting to back away. 

"Harry, Y/N!" Hermione appeared at the other end of the room, smiling widely. Her smile faded slightly when she noticed the loud glares. "Er, d'you want to come up to Ron's room?" 

"Sure," said Harry quickly, eager to escape the situation. "Coming, Y/N?" 

"Yeah," I started. 

"Actually, Y/N, I need to have a word with you," Fred grinned in my direction, leaning against the wall. "Mind staying for a bit longer?" 

"Er," I looked between the two of them. 

Harry blinked. 

Fred continued to smile his lopsided smile. 

"All of you, out!" Mrs. Weasley commanded, clapping her hands. "Not you two," she said, pointing at the twins. 

"But mum-" George complained. "We didn't do anything." 

"Enough out of you," Mr. Weasley said. "You know exactly what you did to poor Dudley." 

"But he's a bully," George said. "Harry knows, he'll tell you." 

"He is," Harry agreed earnestly. "He really is." 

"All the same," Mr. Weasley shook his head. "What kind of example does that set? Enchanting muggles with magic candy-" 

Fred had been shaking his head furiously, shooting random glances at Mrs. Weasley but it was too late. 

"MAGIC CANDY?" her eyebrows rose higher. "Do you mean to say that you've started this Wizard Wheezes rubbish again?" 

And, it's time to leave. 

I followed Hermione out of the room, occasionally waving at the moving pictures on the wall. Mrs. Weasley's angry shouts sound from down the hallway as we walk up the stairs. 

"What exactly is a Wizard Wheeze?" inquired Harry as Hermione pushed open the door to Ron's room. He ruffled his hair, reminding me automatically of dad. Well, at least the pictures I'd seen before. 

"Ron can tell you more," Hermione said, sitting down in one of the squeaky wooden chairs. The sounds of Fred and George arguing echo loudly from downstairs. 

"Hey," Ron grinned, engulfing Harry in the most awkward hug I've ever seen. Hermione rolled her eyes, crossing her legs. 

"Can't you two act normal for just one minute?" 

"What's this about Wizard Wheezes?" Ron asked, ignoring Hermione. "Is that mum yelling?" 

"Fred and George are in trouble again," Ginny's voice answered from the doorway. She walked into the room, carrying Crookshanks in her arms. "They've done something to, Dudley, is it?" 

"A ton-tongue toffee, er whatever that is," I filled in. 

"Oh, that," Ron shook his head. "It's this idea they had. They want to start a joke shop, instead of getting real jobs. Mum hates the idea." 

"We've been hearing explosions from their room for the past month or so," Ginny explained. "Mum and dad thought they just liked the sound. No one guessed they've been creating stuff in there." 

"It's actually pretty cool," Ron admitted. "Some of the stuff they've been working on." 

"If only mum hadn't found out," Ginny finished, placing Crookshanks back down on the bed. "Now, anything of the sort is banned from the house." 

"Hey, Y/N," Harry said. "What did Fred want to talk to you about?" 

"Huh?" I tilted my head to the side. "I dunno. Probably just something about...school..." 

Ginny arched her eyebrow. "Since when does Fred care about school?" 

"It was just a distraction so that he wouldn't get in trouble," I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure of that." 

"Actually," Ginny added thoughtfully. "He hasn't shut up about you this summer. It's always Y/N this, Y/N that." 

"Talking about me, are you?" Fred's casual voice came through the doorway as he walked into the room, laying back on Ron's bed. "What a splendid little party you have here, Ron." 

"It's not a party," Ron said, flushing. "Ginny, get out." 

Ginny huffed loudly. "Rude." 

Harry's eyes followed her out the door as her red hair disappeared around the corner. Interesting, really. 

"No one was talking about you," I lied, crossing my arms. "A joke store, huh?" 

"Oh, so you've been asking about me, have you?" Fred smirked widely. 

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Will you two please quit flirting?" 

"I'm not flirting," I said defensively, purposely taking a step further away from Fred. "Where's your other half, Weasley?" 

Fred ruffled his hair with one hand, standing up. "Downstairs, probably. Mum's still lecturing dad; the idiot decided to stick around to hear the rest of it." 

"Who're you calling an idiot?" George stepped around the corner. "Nice party, Ronald." He dipped his head at me dramatically. "Gorgeous as always, Y/N." 

"Now who's flirting?" Fred muttered. "Excuse me, I've got to pack for tomorrow. We're leaving at the crack of dawn, you know." 

"What's crawled up his ass?" George watched his twin retreat down the stairwell. 

Hermione gave me a knowing look, and I gave her a confused one back. 

"No clue," Ron said. "Pumpkin pasty, anyone?" 

Hermione rolled her eyes.