MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

003. Cedric Diggory

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book does not own Harry Potter, but if she did, she would erase the unnecessary Edward Cullen from the storyline. 

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," A voice hummed. Drafts of light fluttered into the corners of my eyes, and I pressed my hands to my forehead, trying to block out the daylight. Black spots appeared in my vision and I groaned, resting my hands on the bed. 

"Too early," was my answer and I squeezed my eyes further shut. Someone (Fred, probably), placed their hands on my shoulders gently shaking me. 

"Potter, we're going to leave you behiiiiind," The hands disappeared. I opened my eyes, to see Fred standing directly over me. 

"Merlin, Fred, d'you have to be quite so intimidating at what- five in the morning?" I threw my pillow at him, sliding my feet out of bed. 

"Everyone's already downstairs," Fred smirked, tossing me a hoodie. "Wear it so you don't freeze." 

It's his quidditch hoodie, for the Gryffindor team. 

"Wha-" Before I could get a word out, he was already out the door. I muttered to myself, throwing the hoodie over top of a loose t-shirt and some jeans. Clearly, he doesn't value this hoodie at all. 

It's no secret that Fred and George are the best beaters, probably in the entirety of Hogwarts. Harry plays Seeker, no surprise there, and I'm a Chaser. 

Debatable whether or not I'm a valuable player. 

"Is that Fred's hoodie?" Was Ron's lovely greeting as I took my first step into the kitchen. Everyone looks bleary eyes, except for Ronald, who's shoving porridge into his mouth like there's no tomorrow. 

I glanced at Fred who winked. "Did you steal my hoodie?" He grinned. "I didn't think you liked me that much, Potter." 

"You gave it to me, moron," I said, collapsing in a chair beside Harry. 

"Morning," Harry said to me before turning to Ginny in an attempt at conversation. "At least it's not raining today." 

Ginny blinked. "Yeah, the weather's great today." 

Hermione sighed into her bowl of porridge, placing her spoon down. 

"Come on folks, no time to waste, up and at em!" George clapped his hands, sauntering into the room. "Why are you wearing Fred's hoodie?" 

I ignored the question. 

"Where are Percy, Charlie, and Bill?" Ron questioned, chewing with his mouth wide open. "I thought they were coming with us?" 

Mr. Weasley, who had just entered the room in his cloak answered with—"They're apparating, so they got a bit more of a sleep in." 

"Lucky," Ginny scoffed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. 

"We should go now," Mr. Weasley said with a wide smile. "Wouldn't want to miss the portkey." 

"Oh, Fred, George—wait!" Mrs. Weasley called, running into the room. "You wouldn't happen to still have any of those joke items on you, right?" 

"No, definitely not," George said with a large grin. "We learned our lesson yesterday." 

"Hmm," Mrs. Weasley placed her hands on her hips. "Accio." 

What looked like a toy mouse flew out of Fred's pocket, landing right on the kitchen table where it promptly squeaked and ran away. 

"Accio, accio, accio!" Approximately five minutes later, a nearly giant pile of goods is towering on the kitchen table.