Harry Potter One Shots

Fred WeaslyXReader Part 2

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Fred and I walked the rest of the way to the Library hand in hand. George looked up at us as we walked in.

"Merlin! It is about damn time you two got together!" I blush at George's words.

"The prank items are in your dorm," I say, changing the subject.

Fred and I sat down next to each other, still holding hands under the table as we tried to figure out how exactly we would pull off this prank.

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We were sitting planning for an hour before the bell rang, signalling the next lesson. The boys had potions, while I had DADA. I would have taken Potions over DADA any day at the moment. We packed up our things and left the Library. Fred turned to me and gave me a kiss.

"Don't get into any more trouble without me, Love!" he said, winking at me. I rolled my eyes, and we went our separate ways after George. I said bye to each other with a quick embrace.

I walked to the DADA class, taking my seat at the very back of the classroom. I pulled out my bag and started pulling out my quill and notebook, ready to take notes. When Umbitch walked in, though, I decided to put them away. On the board, she wrote OWLs as if none of us knew the Ordinary Wizarding Levels was a thing b. this year.

She then went on to insult every teacher we have had so far, including my Father, the only teacher she did compliment; Harry had killed because he had Voldemort on the back of his fuckin head! Because our learning was so 'unstructured', she gave us DADA books that I had read when I was five! I guess the comment about our lessons being 'unstructured' is fair but still! I yawned as Umbitch gave her speech and assigned us reading for the lesson. I pulled my book over, opened the page, and decided to take a nap instead.

"Miss Lupin-Black!! Two more weeks of detention! You should not be sleeping in class!" Well, shit, so much for staying out of trouble! Twice in one day!

I got up from my seat, seeing that class had ended, and went to meet the boys in the Great Hall. I sat down next to Fred and across from Lee. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.

"What's that matter love?" He asked, resting his hand on my thigh reassuringly.

"Father is going to kill me!" I told him. "I fell asleep in Umbitch's class 'cause we were reading stuff I read as a kid, and she caught me! So I have another two weeks of detention!"

"You have detention?" Lee asked, shocked. "You never have detention!"

Indeed, I have never had detention before! I was a good two-shoes, and when I did misbehave, it wasn't enough for my family to feel the need to let the punishment go further than them telling Father; they don't even deduct points!

"Love, you need to be m..." Fred cut himself off as he looked up. I looked behind me to see my Father.

I quickly scurried to my feet, letting go of Fred's hand. As Father turned to leave the Great Hall, I followed. I felt worse than I did when I got the detention! I followed Father silently down to our rooms and into his office. He sat down on the couch, and I sat next to him. It was quiet for a few moments longer as he sat watching me.

"You got into trouble with Umbridge today?" He asked, his voice oddly calm.

"Sorry, Papa!" I said, looking down at my hands on my lap.

"I will try to talk to Dumbledore and see if he can at least ease your punishment." I looked up in surprise. My Father, who was smiling?

"W-what? You're not mad?" I asked, unsure.

"Oh, I am mad! But not at you, Pup!" I was shocked by his answer. I expected that sooner or later, you would get into trouble. You are a lot like the Mauraders!" Daddy and Papa had told me many stories about their time at Hogwarts, including about the Mauraders. How else do you think Fred and George knew the password to the Murders map? "What was it even for?"

"The first time...." I was cut off by Papa.

"The first time?" He sighed.

"Yeah, oops!" I sent him a guilty smile. "Anyway, I ran through the hall the second I fell asleep in class! But to be fair, I read that dumb book when I was 5! It isn't anything I don't know already!"

"Y/n, just because you know the topic better than the rest of your class doesn't mean you can get away with sleeping in class." He sighed. Yes, normally, you are put in the grade above the Twins, but we talked about this: With Umbridge, you have to act like you are not at the top of the seventh-grade class!"

"But Papa, it is hard not to! I've been doing this..." I said, gesturing around as if gesturing towards Hogwarts herself and the classrooms above and below us. "... since before I could walk!"

"I know, Pup, but Umbridge is trying to find a way to get us kicked out, and Dumbledore and all the other teachers the Ministry sees as a threat!" He sighed again, looking me dead in the eye. 

"You know us all best, having been alongside us all your whole life; they may see you as the key to getting everything she needs on us... all of us."

I hadn't thought of it that way! But why would I? I'm sixteen, my biggest problem right now is how to prank the bitch! It would be better if I left with Fred and George. Then I can't keep putting my family at risk! I have to go find them!

"May I please go now? I'm going to be late for Herbology!" He nodded. I got up and left, heading for the greenhouses where I had Herbology with the Seventh-year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws; just because I had to be in my own grade with Umbitch doesn't mean I was with all my classes!

As I entered the Greenhouse, where the class had already begun, I moved to stand between Fred and George, apologising to Professor Sprout as I did so.

"I'm in!" I whispered to the boys.

We spent the lesson discussing the plan and filling in the final details.

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When dinner came, Fred and I walked to the DADA classroom and the office. Fred squeezed my hand once before he let go and knocked on the door. Umbitch welcomed us into her blinding pink office, the noise of meowing cats almost deafening.

"You will write lines for me today, Mr Weasly and Miss Lupin-Black." She gestured to two tables on opposite sides of the room, on which some parchment and a quill sat. "Tonight, you will write some lines for me, 'I must not disrespect my Professors'." Umbitch hissed.

"You haven't given us any ink", I mumbled as I sat down.

"These are special quills; you won't need ink." With that, she sat back at her desk and brewed a tea.

I glanced at Fred before bending my head down and writing the lines.