MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

26. Bad Ideas

Fred's disclaimer: The author of this story does not own Harry Potter. Yep. That's it. 

The bathtub filled up surprisingly fast, considering the size. I knew this was a terrible idea; so many things could go wrong in this moment. What were we even thinking? Oh wait, we weren't. 

The teachers were bound to notice two students out of bed, hanging in the Prefects Bathroom like a couple of stupid gits, or someone would check the goddamn Mauraders map. 

So there I was, having a literal panic attack in the middle of the Prefects bathroom while Fred watched with slight amusement. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I glanced at the closed door. Steam was beginning to fill the room, which seemed like a relatively bad omen. "It's late, Fred." Even as I said those words, I could feel the heat from the warm water drawing me closer. I was nearly shivering from being in the freezing rain for so long. 

"So we might be a little late for classes tomorrow," Fred said, testing the water with one hand. He gave me a second look, blinking. "But I mean, I'm not going to force you to do anything, so if you're more comfortable going back to our dorms, that's fine." 

I inhaled deeply. He was too perfect. "No. I'm okay." I slipped off my shoes and socks, giving him a hard stare. Fred laughed quietly, turning around as I tugged my soaking wet (from the rain-don't get any ideas) jeans off and reluctantly pulled my shirt over my head. "Don't you fucking dare look Weasley until I get in." 

Thankfully, the bubbles were thick and covered the entire surface of the giant bathtub. It would be nearly impossible to see underneath them unless one was overly motivated. Which I hoped he wasn't. 

I climbed into the bathtub, sighing as the warm water sent chills up my back. Fred didn't bother to tell me to turn around, pulling his shirt over his head and shaking his head so that water droplets flew around the room. He ran a hand through his messy hair, quickly tugging his jeans off and slipping in the water. 

It was surprisingly deep and I had to kick so that I didn't sink to the bottom. Fred could touch the bottom, and the water went up to his shoulders. Bubbles surrounded my face and I ducked underwater for a second. 

There was a small ledge on the side that I was able to sit on. I guess the teachers made it specifically for the short Prefects. Or short people who decided to foolishly break the rules in the middle of the night. 

"How did you plan on explaining this to the others?" I inquired lightly, tipping my head to the side. 

Fred shrugged. "I didn't, really. Harry is about as observant as a rock, and Ron doesn't care unless Hermione or food are involved." He walked a little bit closer, but remained hesitant as if he didn't want to startle me. "It's only nine o'clock, Y/N," He laughed pointing to the clock on the wall. 

"Oh." I rolled my eyes. "Then they're definitely wondering where we went." 

"Stop worrying," Was all Fred said, standing directly in front of me. Sitting on the ledge he was at my eye level, which was a nice change. 

I instinctively reached forward, pulling him closer. He placed his hands on my hips, slowly leaning in to kiss me again. This was a terrible idea, in every single way, but somehow I couldn't find myself caring in that exact moment. 

"You like me, don't you," Fred said, giving me an innocent smile. 

"No, definitely not," I said, kissing him again. "Couldn't be me." 

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So that was mainly a filler...more interesting stuff is going to happen y'all and drama is going to go down.