Time-Bomb (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 3

Fred's POV

Merlin, I hate that guy and he can't seem to keep his hands off of her. The horrible part is she's letting him! How bloody rude.

"What's up his butt?" I heard her mumble to herself after I waved her off.

That was pretty mean what I just did but how can she not know what she does to me? To everyone? Unfortunately that also means that blasted Hufflepuff.

"Come on you brute. Let's go before you start yelling at a flower." My twin nudged my shoulder. "I know you fancy her, but being mean to a girl you like is primary school and being mean to Y/N is like kicking a puppy."

"I know! I know! I feel awful but-" I started.

"But nothing! You should apologize before she decides to replace you with a boyfriend." Cocking his head towards the laughing pair.

"You hit her with a book?"

"Not on purpose!" She playfully pushed him. 

"Come on! Let's get to the tent!" My brother interrupted grabbing her arm. Thank Merlin for twins.

"Aren't you so excited about the new 'items' we perfected?" Trying to keep up a conversation.

"Well duh do I seem like a Percy?" Grinning with part of her tongue out.

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"Y/F/N." A snotty voice smirked. "When will you learn that people like the Weasley's won't get you far. We have an extra seat in the minister's box, personal invitation from Cornelious Fudge, himself!"

"Don't boast, Draco." A sharp hit from a cane hit the bleach blonde in the stomach. "There's no need with these people."

"I would love, truly love, sitting with you and you're dear sweet old daddy but I realized that being with my friends is far less sad." A sugar smile complemented her fluttering eyes.

Glaring then almost hitting Harry, he smirked. "Do enjoy yourselves, while you can."

"Bloody cheeky you are!" One twin sandwiching the girl.

"More like bloody brilliant!" The other prankster bumped.

"Its not like I try to be this witty, it just happens!" Laughing as she linked arms with the pair.

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"Viktor, I love yoooooou!"

"Viktor, I doooooooo!"

"When ever we're apart my heart beats for you!"

The boys were spewing absolute nonsense and Ron confessing his undying love, while Hermione and Ginny were laughing away at their drunken state.

"Sounds like the Irish got their pride on." One of the red twins observed.

"Stop! Stop it!" Mr. Weasley trying to calm everyone. "It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now."

Exiting the tent, woman were panicing  and men were yelling.

"Get back to the Portkey! Everyone stick together!" The elder Weasley yelled over the mess. "Fred! George! Ginny is your responsibility!"

Fires were ablaze while people were running all directions. Loosing the twins in the mix and holding hands Hermione as we screamed for a lost Harry.

"Harry! Harry!" Still yelling and thrashing confused from the random directions.

"Y/N!" My name drifted through the intense crowd, getting me distracted warmth left my hand.

"Fred? George?" Recognizing the voices.

"Y/N! Let's go! Hurry!" I already lost a frantic Hermione before a pair of strong arms lifted me up and ran.

Gathered around the boot the golden trio were missing.

"No! Where are they!?" I freaked running out of Fred's arms and towards the fire.

"No. You have to stay here. Dad went back, they'll be alright." Swooped back into his chest like a baby hold.