(This is their 5th year so obviously 3rd for Harry and stuff, so they are 15)
1. Hit a bludger
"She's insane!" Fred sneered a bit, but in reality, it didn't hold much power.
George scoffed in amusement next to him, "that's rich coming from you, brother."
"You saw what she did!" His eyes grow in emphasis, as Pomfrey returns with more repulsive potions for him.
George grins, "yes, she was playing the game known as quidditch, pretty well actually."
Fred now turned his sneer at his brother, "she hit me in the shoulder with a bludger, from the ground, during our practice, and she doesn't even play quidditch!" Fred exclaims, getting more dramatic as he goes on, "and she laughed!"
"Wow, sounds like someone I know," George states with a patronizing lilt to it.
"She had a crazy look in her eye." Now, he was smirking.
"So do you!" George laughed, "All the time! Sometimes you scare me, and we are supposed to have the same looks!"
She's insane.
~~~
Your POV
I glance up at the scene before me, the Black Lake and the land surrounding it. I look back down at the drawing I'd created, a less enticing replica.
A large shadow with two heads crowded over me and I look back to a couple of familiar redheads, "What'd you hit me with a bludger for?"
I snicker slightly, "I wanted to try it."
"Hitting me with a bludger?" He asks with both incredulity and amusement.
"No!" I laugh, "hitting a bludger!" I can't help my giggles that continue to poke out.
His brother is laughing as he speaks, "you had a lot of power behind it, you oughta try out for the team." I grin at him nodding a bit in joking agreement.
Seemingly, suppressing a smile the one I hit speaks again in faux exasperation, "well just ask next time, love."
Even though a blush creeps onto my cheeks, I ignore it, "I did ask!"
"Who?!" His eyebrows furrow.
I finally stand, "Oliver Wood." I nod my head once in a serious manner, before grinning some more because his brother is still laughing and it's contagious.
"Oliver Wood?!" He shouts but is grinning a bit now too.
"Oliver Wood!" His brother burst into more laughter as though he already knows what I am going to say.
"Yes! I asked Oliver Wood and he started grinning and handed me the club thingy and pointed at you," I start laughing more, "And said to hit it at you because you'd hit it away!" Both his brother and I are falling against each other laughing.
"Oliver Wood?!" He has this appalled look spread across his face that suddenly dissolves in his laughter, "I'm gonna hex him."
Half an hour later we lay on the ground in a Y-shape with our heads against each other if that makes any sense. "Why did you want to hit a bludger anyway?" Fred asks.
"There's a lot of things I want to try," I murmur, twirling my ring around my finger.
"Like what?" George now, I'm trying to keep track, so I can tell them apart.
"Next," I begin. "I wanted to pull a prank, not a stupid, lousy one, a really good one that somebody talented would do."
Suddenly, they both leaned up on their elbows and are smirking down at me. "you've come-" George started to say.
"To the right place." Fred finished.
~~~
2. Pull a prank
"Well, this is a surprise," George says completely sarcastic, throwing a whizal chip in his mouth.
Fred shushes him as he peeks over a bush at Oliver. I stifle my giggle and peek too. Oliver was flying around the quidditch pitch sending a quaffle in a hoop and flying after it to catch it. Fred turns to grin at us, "I have an idea!"
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"Ten bludgers?" The lady looked at the three of us strangely. I just grinned and rubbed my hands together, trying to regain warmth after being out in the harsh winter.
The Weasley's had introduced me to the one-eyed witch, and we now stood in a far-off shop of Hogsmeade that sold used quidditch supplies. George grins, charmingly, "Yes, ten bludgers!"
Fred suddenly takes my hands and rubs them between his for a few moments, before letting go. I blush a little and try to hide my smile, "So, how much?" Fred gives the lady a tight-lipped smile, red from the cold gracing his cheeks.
The lady sighs and looks at us for a moment, before moving over to the register and adding up the numbers. "12 galleons." I watch Fred and George look at each other and begin having one of their little conversations.
I smile a little and open my bag, quietly pulling the galleons out. I hand them to the lady, and she studies them and then looks at us suspiciously again, "Okay." She shrugs and walks away.
I look over at Fred and George, who have curious looks on their faces. I smile, "I have a little money."
"How?" Fred inquires with joking suspicion. "Drug dealing?"
"Rob a bank?" George suggests.
"Sell a kidney?"
I giggle, "No," I take a breath to try to stop laughing, "I have some family that gave it to me." I glance away and smirk.
~~~
The box shook violently behind us as we crouched behind the bush. "Wanna tell me why we are targeting Wood this fine prank?" Lee questions, "not that I am complaining."
"It's going to be great," Fred just states with a big smile.
"Okay, ready?" George asks. We stand back and he casts the trunk open. The bludgers shoot out and we all cast spells on a few to control them.
Watching Oliver Wood being chased by ten bludgers through the courtyard was hilarious. When we finally stop the bludgers we collapse on the ground in loud, contagious, hyena laughter.
Fred POV
Y/N leans against me as her laughter takes over her and it takes my breath away and has me wheezing. Her eyelids almost completely conceal her Y/E/C eyes.
It's contagious. Her laughter is contagious.
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Seven Things (A Fred Weasley X Reader)
FanfictionMy whole life has surrounded seven things. Seven things that he consisted of, seven things to try and understand him, and seven things that brought me to Fred Weasley.
