MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

025. The Prefects Bathroom

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this book does not own Harry Potter and you can't tell me people didn't use the Prefects Bathroom for questionable activities. 

It was a few seconds before I remembered to kiss back. 

Fred's lips were warm against mine, and vaguely tasted like marshmallows.  It was still pouring outside and my hair was completely drenched, as well as my clothing, which stuck to me in an embarrassing way. Well, it would have been embarrassing if I'd had a single brain cell left at that moment. 

"Okay..." I stammered after Fred finally pulled away. We were still inches apart and his expression was slightly smug. His arms were around my waist and mine were around his neck. 

"So are you going to leave me hanging, love?" Fred asked, smirking slightly. "Did I just confess my true feelings to someone who doesn't love me back?" He tilted his chin up and a flash of vulnerability flitted across his face. 

"No," I said, still scrambling to find the right words.. "I mean, yes. I mean no. I..yeah..I'd be lying if I said I didn't—you know.." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to collect my thoughts. "I feel the same way as you do."  

Fred happened to glance down and notice that my shirt was nearly see-through. He raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth turning up a bit. 

"My face is up here, genius," I said, placing my hands on the sides of his head. "So what now, then?" 

"That depends on what you want," Fred answered softly, bringing a hand up to wipe a droplet of water away from my cheek. 

"I want to take an extremely hot bath right now," I said, shivering. "But if you meant about us...then I think the feeling is mutual." 

Fred nodded, still smiling. "I have the password for the prefects bathroom if you feel like it?" 

"Where did you get-" 

"I overheard Pretty-Boy Diggory telling one of his friends," Fred poked his tongue into the corner of his cheek, a mischievous look in his eyes. "The security is pretty low if you ask me. So what do you say, Potter?" 

"I say that we have classes tomorrow and you better not keep me up until the crack of dawn," I replied.  "And we better not get in trouble." 

"You've forgotten that I'm practically the master of not getting in trouble," Fred answered quickly, winking. 

"Right." 

We snuck back into the school; by then it was way past curfew and everyone had already gone to bed. I'd hoped that Harry assumed I was going for a walk to clear my head and wasn't going to try and come after me. That would be unfortunate. 

"Filch is off duty tonight," Fred said with a wide grin. "He's too busy dealing with all the 'hanky panky' going on with the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons—" I stopped for a second, distracted by the way he said Beauxbatons in a slightly french lilt. "You coming?" 

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." I blinked, trying to purify my thoughts. "I—er, okay." 

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" Fred tilted his head to the side. "If you're tired, we can go back to the common room and save this escapade for another night." 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I said. "Just a bit—" I waved my arms around, trying to find a proper describing word for how I was feeling. "You make it hard to think." I blurted before my self-censor could work. 

Fred continued to smirk. "Are you saying I make you nervous?" 

He glanced around the hallway before stepping closer to me and gently pushing me against the wall. I could fear my heartbeat increase in slow intervals. 

"Not so fast, Weasley," I grinned, grabbing his shoulders and turning so that he was against the wall. It was a dumb move, but it was the only one I had left. "Stop messing around, let's just go the Prefects bath." 

Fred nodded, seemingly speechless for a couple of minutes. 

We made it to the Prefects bathroom without getting caught by any teachers or worse, our friends. The door was locked as usual,  but Fred quietly muttered the password and the lock clicked. 

"See? What did I tell you?" Fred grinned, pushing the door open. "After you m'ilady." 

The bath was huge, a luxury I'd never been able to use, as I obviously wasn't made a prefect. The closest I'd come to being allowed in the Prefects bathroom was when Percy was a prefect and I'd nearly walked in on him and Penelope Clearwater—

"So, is this a good time for a bath?" Fred asked mischievously.