MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

30. The Empty Classroom

Fred's Disclaimer: The author of this story does not own Harry Potter but what do  you think Rita's article is going to say?

"It's nothing, Fred," I said, fuming about the unfortunate timing. "Rita Skeeter's doing this stupid interview and she made up this story about Cedric and I." 

Fred frowned, looking closer at me. "What happened to your eye?" 

I felt around my eyelid, carefully touching where it was swelled. "Oh, Cedric accidentally hit me with the broom cupboard door." 

"Why were you in a broom cupboard with Cedric?" Fred asked suspiciously. 

I sighed. "Jealous, are we Freddie?" 

Fred didn't answer. Instead, he very smoothly grabbed my wrist, tugging me into an empty classroom. He locked the door, gently pushing me against the closed door. 

"I'm not jealous," He said, huffing. 

"Oh, yeah, you make a very convincing argument, Weasley," I said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. The classroom was dark, obviously, because there wasn't anyone there but us. Fred huffed again, stepping slightly closer. 

I could probably push him away, but I didn't really want to. 

"I'm not jealous because I don't have anyone to be jealous of," Fred lowered his voice slightly, the undertones sending chills through me. The mischievous glint returned to his eyes and he leaned over me against the door. "Unless you like Cedric better than me." 

"Moron," I pulled him closer by his tie, until we were inches apart. "Don't be an idiot." 

His lips crashed into mine and I dropped his tie from my grasp. It was short lived, but long enough for the message to sink in, I guess. I pulled away first, smirking. 

"I've got to go to potions, Weasley," I said, unlocking the door and pulling the handle. "You can pull me into another empty classroom later." 

Fred winked. "Or we could just go back to the Prefects Bathroom." 

"They changed the password," I said. "Because someone was playing around with one of the bubble taps too much and it broke." I gave him a significant look. 

Fred raised his eyebrows. "Maybe Pretty-Boy Diggory was having a bit too much fun in there." He laughed, knowing very well that wasn't true. "Until next time, Potter." 

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic goodbye, continuing down the hall towards the Potions room. Snape was waiting for me at his desk, his wand aloft. 

"You're late, Potter," He said, tapping his watch. "I requested you here twenty minutes ago." 

"Sorry," I said. "I got held up with something." 

"Right," Snape narrowed his eyes. "You forget that I'm also a legilimens?" 

I wrinkled my nose. "So you're reading my thoughts right now?" 

Snape sighed. "Unfortunately. Anyhow, as interesting as reading into a fifteen year old's mind is, we have more important topics to cover. For example, you need to start practicing control over your powers." 

"Control, Sir?" 

"Yes." He nodded. "For example, this morning, you heard what Miss Parkinson was saying about you in your mind, but this was only while you were under the Draught of Potency. However, in order for you to truly harness and use your skill, you must be able to hear the thoughts of others when you choose." 

"How do I do that?" I asked. 

"By practicing," Snape said slowly. "Parkinson's thoughts were practically screaming at you, but what about a mere whisper? Would you be able to tell what someone was thinking on just a passing thought?" He placed his wand down. "Focus now, and try to tell me what colour I'm thinking of." 

I nearly sighed at the cliche, but closed my eyes. I heard lots of sounds in the back of my head, the inside voices of people outside in the hallway, but nothing of a colour. 

"Green." 

It was quiet, just like he said. A mere whisper. 

"Green." I said promptly. 

"Good," Snape said approvingly. "Now, this is all I wish to say to you for now. You may go to lunch." 

Bewildered, I looked around. "I thought this was going to be a whole lesson." 

"That was your lesson, now get out," Snape said, flicking his wand at the door, which opened. "Come again tomorrow evening; I've had a change in plans, so you will unfortunately not be able to have another lesson this evening." He closed his eyes in annoyance. "I have to meet with Karkaroff." 

I didn't question it. I just took my blessings and got out of there before I could get another detention.