MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

33. Dragon Egg

It's just so happens that my luck went down the drain further than I thought it did. 

My hand trembled as I reached into the cloth bag held out in front of me. I was to pick an opponent—like a cute little matchy matchy game for this task of death. How fitting. Of course, I had to pull out the most aggressive of all the dragons. Why couldn't I have picked the Swedish Short Snout? Oh wait—because I'm doomed to die. 

Ludo Bagman smiled cheerfully at me as he made his way over to the judges table. I forced a smile back, one that meant I hope he suffered a painful death rather soon. And hopefully by flame as this is how I would be dying in the next hour. 

Cedric went first, and of course he passed with flying colours. Krum went after, then Fleur Delacour. Her silver hair whipped around in the wind, making the crowd ooh and ah like a bunch of impaired monkeys. 

"Next, we have Y/N Potter, taking on the Hungarian Horntail!" Ludo shouted into the microphone his voice amplified around the entire stadium. I swallowed my nerves down, thinking about the fact that I'd never even been to Hungary, and that the dragon was probably hungry right now. 

I found Fred, Harry, Ron and Hermione's faces in the crowd, staring down at me. The dirt crunched under my boots as I shivered against the wind. The dragon stood in front of me, 10 feet tall at least, probably more but I was shaking too hard to get a proper look at it. 

"Okay dragon," I muttered. "Let's do this, shall we?" 

I'm going to die a virgin. 

I stepped closer to the dragon, as it thrashed around, tail whipping from side to side. There were several piles of rocks around the stadium, which could be hidden behind, I suppose. The dragon growled at me, and that's when I spotted the pile of eggs. The golden one was hidden directly amongst the pile, glinting in the feeble sunlight. 

Running at it would be a fruitless attempt and would probably end with my death. I could try to draw the dragon out. 

Maybe an invisibility charm would be helpful at this moment. Or someway to make the goddamn thing smaller. I held my wand aloft. I'm not bad at magic. In fact—

The dragon reared at me, thundering footsteps heading towards me. The ground began to shake underneath my feet. I was taking too long. 

I raised my wand up higher. 

"Dear god, I hope this works." Praying to Merlin and Dumbledore for that matter with all that I had, I pointed my wand at the dragon. "REDUCIO!" 

For a second, nothing happened and all the wind rushed out of my lungs. The dragon roared, fire steaming from it's giant mouth. And then the roaring quieted down, as did the crowd behind me. The dragon disappeared into thin air. Only it didn't. 

"Oh my god it's a lizard," I heard someone hiss in the crowd. Probably Draco Malfoy. 

The dragon was no bigger than a ferret, slithering towards me and squeaking. 

"Duro," I said calmly, turning the dragon to stone. I promptly strode over to the pile of eggs, grabbed the golden one, and got the hell out of there before the spell wore off or the dragon decided to shoot tiny sparks at me. 

Fred was running at me the moment I entered the tent. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me towards him. 

"Oh, nice to see you too," I said, my voice muffled against his sweater that smelled vaguely of cinnamon. "Calm down, Freddie, I'm fine." 

Fred pulled away, keeping me at arms length as he looked me up and down. "That was mental." His cheeks were flushed and he sounded out of breath. "Absolutely mental. You took that dragon down in less than twenty minutes." 

I shrugged. "I didn't really take it down...I just shrunk it." 

He licked his lips, a smirk dancing across his lips. "Remind me never to be on the receiving end of your reducing charms...."