MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

015. The Unpleasant Behavior of Fred Weasley

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book doesn't own Harry Potter and there is NOTHING WRONG WITH ME.

The following morning was a flurry of activity as everyone struggled to pack their belongings in time to meet the train.  No one wanted a repeat of the Trio's second year, when they missed the train and took the flying car instead. What a couple of idiots. 

"I might be seeing you all sooner than you think," said Charlie, grinning, as he hugged Ginny good-bye.

"Why?" said Fred keenly. Much to my dismay, he continued to avoid eye-contact with me, nor did he say a word throughout dinner last night. 

If it wasn't about the incident yesterday morning, I don't have any idea why he could be mad. Or maybe he's not mad. Maybe I'm over thinking the whole thing and he's just been acting as weird as usual. 

"You'll see," said Charlie, continuing on as the thoughts swirled around in my head. "Just don't tell Percy I mentioned it.. . it's 'classified information, until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release it,' after all."

"Yeah, I sort of wish I were back at Hogwarts this year," said Bill, hands in his pockets, looking almost wistfully at the train.

"Why?" said George impatiently, exchanging looks with his twin. 

"You're going to have an interesting year," said Bill, his eyes twinkling. "I might even get time off to come and watch a bit of it."

"A bit of what?" said Ron with frustration. 

But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs. Weasley chivvied them toward the train doors.

"Thanks for having us to stay, Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione as they climbed on board, closed the door, and leaned out of the window to talk to her.

"Yeah, thanks for everything, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry.

"Yeah, thanks," I echoed lamely. 

"Oh it was my pleasure, dears," said Mrs. Weasley. "I'd invite you for Christmas, but...well, I expect you're all going to want to stay at Hogwarts, what with. . . one thing and another."

"Mum!" said Ron irritably. "What d'you three know that we don't?"

"You'll find out this evening, I expect," said Mrs. Weasley, smiling. "It's going to be very exciting - mind you, I'm very glad they've changed the rules -"

"What rules?" said Harry, Ron, Fred, and George together.

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will tell you. . . . Now, behave, won't you? Won't you, Fred? And you, George?"

The pistons hissed loudly and the train began to move.

"Tell us what's happening at Hogwarts!" Fred bellowed out of the window as Mrs. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie sped away from them. "What rules are they changing?"

But Mrs. Weasley only smiled and waved. Before the train had rounded the corner, she, Bill, and Charlie had Disapparated.

"Wonder what that was all about?" George huffed, bumping Fred's elbow. Fred didn't respond, staring off into space. "Oi, Y/N, are you coming with us?" He didn't bother to wait for my answer, holding the door open for me to enter the compartment. "You two are quiet." 

The unnecessarily obvious comment made things more awkward as we sat in silence. 

"So what do you think's going to happen at Hogwarts?" George wondered aloud, attempting to carry the conversation into a more elaborate discussion. "Percy's really got himself worked up about it, and Mum seemed nervous too." He shrugged, staring at the window. "I bet it's something really cool, which is why they both think it's dangerous." George waited for one of us to respond, but when neither did, he sighed. "Merlin, tough crowd." 

"Oh, hey, Y/N," A familiar voice said from outside the compartment. I looked to see Cedric Diggory waving through the glass. He pulled the door open, sticking his head in. "How's it going?" He grinned widely. "That game was something, don't you think?" 

Fred, looking absolutely mutinous, responded with—"Yeah, definitely, if you count the tortured muggles as really something." 

Cedric's eyebrows shot up to his forehead. "No, I wasn't—I didn't mean that it was a good thing," He blinked, taken aback. "You alright there, mate?" 

Fred huffed, standing up. "I just don't appreciate the ignorance towards muggle relations and such!" 

"Muggle Relations?" George mouthed to me, dumbfounded. I shrugged. Fred pushed past Cedric, storming off down the hallway. 

"Er, sorry about him," I said, tapping my foot nervously against the ground. "Do you want to join us?" 

'I'd love to." 

Fred came back ten minutes later, carrying a large piece of chocolate. 

He sat down beside George, ignoring Cedric's presence completely. 

The next four hours were in nearly complete silence, with Cedric trying to start a sentence, but cutting himself off constantly. 

Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into Fred. 

Maybe a chemical in-balance or something.