Time-Bomb (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 2

I felt a flash of light for a second. Ugh. No I don't want to wake up.

So I shifted around to more darkness and snuggled into more warmth. Hmmm it smelt so good.

Wait why is it moving? What's that noise?

I slowly blinked. God it's dark. What is that. I blinked some more. The blur cleared.

Ruffled hair, an angelic face littered with freckles.

Fred?

I would blush but I'm way too comfortable for that so I relaxed back into the softness.

This has been the most pleasant sleep in a long time. Lately I've been dreaming about dying, I've been pretty restless.

"MORNING LOVEBIRDS!" A rather peppy voice sliced the peaceful silence.

I groaned into Fred's chest and shuffled closer.

"Come on Y/N, we have to get up." I heard a husky voice in my ear.

Damn that's hot.

"Noooooo, I don't want toooo." I whined still curled up.

"Stoopppppp." Fred lifted me to my feet.

Merlin it's cold.

I cling back on to the tall prankster, shivering.

I just heard a hardy laugh fill my ear as he pulled apart.

About to whine from the lost of warmth before I could-- I was stuffed into a giant ball of comfort, making me almost fall asleep standing up.

"Go get changed. We're going to the World Cup." Fred pushed.

"BOO!"

"AHH!" I punched whatever was in front of me in reflex.

A groan of pain came from the ground.

"Ha! Serves you right George!" Came from behind me.

"Okay, now I'm awake. Thanks man!" Stepping over the grown boy holding his face.

~~~

"Hermionie! Ginny! Open your bloody eyes you twats!" Walking into the room.

Hermionie was already up, punctual as always, putting on her socks.

Ginny slept right through my loud voice.

"Ginny! If you don't wake up I'll pour water on you!" Shaking her sleeping body.

Alright we can play it that way then.

Grabbing 5 water balloons and filling then big and full. I handed Hermionie two and we through them straight at the younger girls face.

"Hahaha!" We high fived.

"I hate you both." Ginny got up to dry off.

Hermionie then turned to me and smirked, "Nice sweater."

My hair grew pink. "Whatever! Let's just go downstairs! I need to grab my white cardigan."

~~~

"Oi! Y/N! I think you broke my nose!"

"Serves you right you bloody prick!" I yelled back.

"Aye, love bird, nice sweater though. When did you and my brother get together?" The twin smirked, like the look was permanently glued to his face.

"Don't forget, Georgia, I'm the one who broke your nose." I shot back.

"Ello, love, still kicking my brothers arse? Be kind, there's not much left of his fragile ego after you punched it to pieces." Hands wrapped around my waist.

"Hey! I'm right here, you know, still bleeding!"

"Go get Mum to fix it you whining baby!" We heard a incoherent mumbled response.

I pulled off the jumper. "I believe this belongs to you!"

"Won't you be cold?" He asked.

"Nah, I'll be fine, I have my sweater and scarf." I ruffled my crazy blonde curls.

"Let's go! We're going to be late!" Hermionie tugged my arm. For a book worm she is really strong.

~~~

"Dad! Where are we going?!" We heard Ron yell from behind.

"I haven't the slightest!" He yelled back.

Wait what?

The twins were having an interesting conversation on there bets for the World Cup.

The someone just freakin' jumped from a stupid tree making me jump.

"Merlin!" Scaring me pink. Literally. My hair is now pink.

"The next person to scare me will get more than a broken nose!" Making the twins crack up.

"Haha, I'm Cedric." Well hot damn, not too shabby.

The boys were pouting, remembering the embarrassing Quidditch game they lost last year.

"Y/N, if you don't know from the amount of times it has been yelled down the hall." I grinned back at him.

"Yeah, I know you! I always hear someone yelling at you in rage."

"It's a talent." I flipped back my hair dramatically. "So, Cedric, any embarrassing stories I need to hear?"

"Well, you don't need to hear them."

"Fine, that makes you never want to be seen in public again." I nudged his tall body.

"Well..."

~~~

We ended up walking up a pretty steep hill.

Getting to the "manky old boot" as Harry put it.

We huddled around it, Fred on my left and Cedric on my right. At the last moment the 17 year old grabbed my waist.

"AHHHHH!!!" Every screamed.

I clenched my eyes shut, I wasn't falling... I was slowly floating down.

The fuck.....

Looking up, Cedric smiled at me, holding me tight.

"Well, that was fun." I mocked when we landed.

"Yeah, because Prince Charming decided to sweep you off your feet." Hermionie mumbled.

I stuck my hands out for Fred and George. George took it gladly, while Fred waved it off.

What's up his butt?