MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

021. Two Confusing Subjects

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book doesn't own Harry Potter. That's all I have to say. 

After all the students had filed out, Snape remained standing behind his desk. He wore the same confused expression he had at the beginning of class, which was quite daunting as I approached him. 

"Er—you wanted to see me?" I blinked, standing a good three feet away from the desk. "I swear, whatever you think I did, I didn't—" 

"No," Snape muttered. "This is about what you think you heard me say at the beginning of class." He folded his hands together. 

"Listen, I already said, it was probably just misheard or something," I mentally cursed myself for being so careless. Now I'm going to be subjected to ten months of detention, sorting out those dumb file cabinets again. If I have to read one more page about my Dad's crimes to the school and to humanity, I will throw myself off the Astronomy tower. 

"Quiet, Miss Potter," Snape said with exasperation. "I'm not going to punish you. I just wish to hear what you heard." 

"I don't really remember," I scratched my head as the words came back to me. "Always late, always ungrateful...uh—something about what you promised Dumbledore, and then Lily would've." 

Something of recognition came over Snape's face. "Tell me, Y/N, can you hear the words I'm saying now?" 

"Yes," I replied slowly, not following. "I can hear them coming out of your mouth, Sir." 

"And now?" Snape said, nothing but silence coming after those last words. 

"Er, just the 'and now'," I answered. "Is—" 

"Have you been having strange dreams, Y/N?" Snape inquired, raising his eyebrows. His low droning pitch had not changed throughout this entire conversation, but at the end of his sentence, his voice raised just slightly. "Strange dreams that seem periodically similar, yet scrambled, per se?" 

"How did you—" My eyes widened. "I don't understand." 

"Focus now," said Snape near excitement echoed on his face, which was honestly quite terrifying. "Can you hear me?" 

"Yes," I said slowly. "You're talking to me..." 

Snape nodded curtly. "You are a legilimens." He continued. "A quite skilled one, seeing as your abilities have just began to develop." 

"I'm a what?" 

"A mind reader," Snape said. "Now, go to your next class." He waved me out the door. 

"Wha—" 

That's all I was going to get out of him, I guess. I made my way to the doorway, my head spinning. 

A legilimens? 

What the hell did that mean? 

Well, I know what it meant. 

It meant that things were about to get a whole lot more complicated. 

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"Ready Fred?" George said, excitement on his face as he opened the bottle of aging potion. 

"Ready," Fred said, a look of determination plastered in his expression. He opened his mouth, letting a couple of drops fall onto his tongue before handing the bottle back to George. With a smug look and a piece of paper in his hand, they both stepped over the line. 

At first, nothing happened. 

But then the line glowed and the twins went flying across the room. 

People around the room booed, leaving to go to lunch. I guess the operation just wasn't good enough for their entertainment. 

When the two indignant red-heads stood up, I knew something was wrong immediately. Both had sprouted long white beards, reminiscent of Dumbledore's. 

Speaking of— Dumbledore stood in the corner of the room, watching the scene with light amusement. 

"I did warn you, you know," He said cheerfully. "Go up to Madam Pomfrey's, and I'm sure she'll set you right." 

Ron was doubled over with laughter, as he, Harry and Hermione looked on. Hermione wore an 'I told you so' expression as she shook her head at the two. 

"Quite a show, wasn't it?" Ron said, wiping tears from his face. "God, I'd pay good money to see that again, would you?" 

Hermione laughed quietly. "I can't believe they didn't see that one coming." 

"It wouldn't have stopped them," said Harry earnestly. "Hey, Y/N," He blinked. "I ran into Cedric earlier, he said he wanted to speak to you about something?" 

"Oh," I scratched the back of my neck. "Did he say what about?" 

"No," Harry shrugged. "Something about personal matters." 

"Great," I sighed, exchanging knowing looks with Hermione. 

"Maybe he needs someone to help him do his make up," Ron said obliviously, pulling a pumpkin pasty out of his pocket and eating it. 

"Are you blind, Ron?" Hermione said. "He obviously fancies Y/N." 

"He what?" Harry's eyes went wide. "No." 

"Didn't you see the way he was acting last week?" She gives them both annoyed looks, as if they should've read the signs from far away. "Oh, gee Y/N, wish me luck?" 

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care if he fancies me." 

"I do!" Harry said indignantly. "That bloke shouldn't fancy you!" 

"Why? Am I not fancyable?" I asked with raised eyebrows. 

"No, it's not that," Harry glared into the direction of the Hufflepuff common room. "He just, shouldn't." 

"Well it doesn't really matter if he fancies her, does it Y/N?" Hermione said matter-o-factly. "Because Y/N already likes—frejadflajsfsd—" I covered her mouth with my hand. 

"Oh, does Y/N fancy someone?" Ron said with mild interest. "Gross." 

"Shut up."