MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

004. The Portkey

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book does not own Harry Potter, and she agrees that I'm the best looking character in the entire series. Suck it, Cedric Diggory. 

I fell into step with the twins as the old tire came into view. The air was crisp around me, and I shivered slightly. 

"D'you want my jacket, Y/N?" Cedric offered, walking closer to me. Everyone turned to look at us, including Mr. Weasley, who exchanged glances with Mr. Diggory. 

Very loudly, Mr. Diggory said to Mr. Weasley--"Looks like someone has a crush." 

Somehow, I don't think he was talking about Cedric, which makes no sense, but then again, he thinks that Harry's a bad quidditch player. 

"No thanks," I replied quickly, shuffling over. "I'm fine." 

I could sense the tension between everyone, mostly coming from the angry redhead beside me. Though, the source of his anger was completely unbenknownst to me.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory were already standing beside the tire. Mr. Diggory rubbed his hands together. 

"Everyone, gather round," He said in an authoritive tone. Unecessary--we already know how to use a fricking portkey. 

"Should be taking off any minute now," Mr. Weasley said, tapping his muggle watch--even though it was an hour and three minutes behind. "Make sure you all have at least a finger on it!" 

I placed my hand down first, at the same time as Fred. His hand accidentally (or maybe not), landed over top of mine, his fingers completely overlapping mine in size. 

"Sorry," He said in an unappologetic way, smirking widely. "Clumsy, again." 

Hermione cleared her throat. 

"Harry!" Ginny bumped his arm. 

"Oh," Harry put his hand on the portkey. 

Seconds later, I felt the pull of the magic and my feet lifted off the ground. In a swirl of air, the world grew dark and wind pulled my hair this way and that. 

I hate traveling by portkey. 

It gives off the feeling of being stuck in a blender. 

There was a loud whoosh, and I slammed onto the ground. 

I went toppling into the short grass, rolling onto my back. The second impact caused me to gasp, as someone else fell from the sky, landing directly on top of me. 

"Your aim is terrible," I coughed, pushing Fred off me. 

He laughed, jumping to his feet to help me up. "Mhm, whatever you say, Potter." 

"Stop calling me Potter." 

"Okay, Potter." 

"Look at those showoffs," George interrupted, pointing up at the sky with a loud scoff. "Can't waste one moment--" 

"--to be better than the rest of us," Fred finished, shaking his head. 

Hermione stood up beside me, brushing grass off her shirt. "I saw that," She said with a knowing smile. 

"Saw what?" I frowned. "Hermione, saw what?" 

She just raised her eyebrows, turning to Harry. 

"Smooth landing, Ron," Harry laughed at his friend, who lay on the ground, spread-eagled like he'd just been Avada Kedaverad. (Pretty sure that's not actually a real word).