MISCHIEF MANAGED// FRED WEASLEY X READER

34. The Golden Egg

"Bloody brilliant, Y/N," Ron emerged from the stands with Hermione and Harry. "That was absolutely brilliant." He jumped down the last step, giving me a fist bump. I turned my gaze on Hermione, who smiled back. 

"Sheer luck I suppose," Harry said jokingly, bumping me in the elbow. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" 

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, well next time you face the Hungarian Horntail, you can do it on pure luck." 

Fred, who had not left my side since the tent, wrapped his arm around my waist. Harry's eyes slowly gravitated towards him, and an expression of confusion formed on his face. Hermione grinned wider, giving me a knowing look. 

Ron's mouth dropped open. "Fred—you—Fred, are you and—" 

"Quit stuttering and spit it out already," Fred casually took the golden egg from underneath my other arm, slipping it out of my grasp. "I wonder what this thing does?" The egg glimmered in the sunlight of the still bright afternoon. 

"It must be valuable," I honestly couldn't care less about the egg at this very moment in time. Adrenaline still felt like it was spreading down my veins, and I sighed, trying to catch my breath. "I'm supposed to be getting my scores now." 

I walked out onto the field again, where only a couple more people lingered in the stands. Ludo Bagman held up a 9, Barty Crouch gave a generous 7, Dumbledore gave a 9, Igor Karkaroff gave me a 7, and Madame Maxime gave me an 8. 

"Not bad, Y/N," Hermione said, when I got back to the stands. 

"I fancy a nap," I said, taking the egg back from Fred. I carefully looked at it, eyes drifting over the switch that would potentially open it. 

Fred rolled his eyes at me. "Well go ahead and open it already," the others stood around me as I flipped the switch. 

A high pitched squealing noise emitted from the golden egg, causing me to wince and drop the egg. Everyone else clamped their hands to their ears as I scrambled to pick it up and close it again. 

"That was not pleasant," George shivered, poking the shiny surface of my trophy. "What—do you have to fight a banshee next?" 

"It sounded a bit like Percy singing, though, didn't it?" Fred smirked, jabbing me in the side. "Maybe you've got to fight  him in the shower." 

I just shook my head, too tired to reply to that. 

"Whatever it is, as long as I don't have to face another dragon I'm sure I'll be fine," I turned around to nearly walk into Cedric. 

"Nice one, Y/N," he smiled hugely at me, holding his own golden egg aloft in his hands. "You're in the lead right now. Highest score out of all of us." 

"Yeah, yeah, she's amazing, we know," Fred came up behind me, and the expression on his face was too aggressive for Cedric not to take it the wrong way. 

But Cedric being Cedric and all, simply grinned at Fred, lifting a hand in greeting. 

"Hey Weasley," He looked back at me. "I was wondering if you'd fancy a walk with me, and maybe we could try to figure out why the egg screams so much when you open it." Cedric paused, and I realized he was waiting for an answer. 

"A walk?" I repeated stupidly. "With you?" 

Cedric nodded. "Yeah, if you want to." 

Fred stared at me, waiting for my answer. 

"I—I, yeah sure," I inhaled sharply, unsure of what else to say. "Yeah, I'm going to go take a—uh—nap right now...because...I'm tired...and..." 

Cedric nodded again, a bit too quickly. He stuttered a couple of words out before saying—"Of course, take all the time you need. You know where to find me." 

He saluted awkwardly, turning away. 

"Prick," Fred muttered under his breath.