Shut up ✮ Fred Weasley

１: At the Weasley's

It is August 18th, 1994. Today starts the match between Ireland and Belgium. The match everyone was ranting about without stopping for past few months. I was extremely sleepy that day, it was probably why Hermione wasted a decade on waking me up.

"WAKE UP YOU SLEEPYHEAD! WE WILL BE LATE ON THE MATCH!!"

Ginny chuckled from the behind.

"Okay.. Alright! I'm getting up! Can you just stop shaking me and shouting in my poor ear please?"

Hermione's expressions softened, and she whispered in my ear:

"Harry had a bad dream.. "

"What?" I looked up at her, confused.

"He told me not to tell you a word about it.. "

"Was the dream about.. him again?" I asked.

"He strictly refused to tell me." Said Hermione, as she went down without saying anything else.

I got up, dressed up quickly, used bathroom and went down the kitchen. Everyone was there.

Molly, Arthur, Fred and George, Harry, Ron, Bill, Charlie and Percy were seated round the big, wooden table.

Me and Ginny were last ones to arrive.

"Good morning, girls!"-said Molly with a warm smile. "Now come, sit here, eat some breakfast, I'm sure you're hungry!"

I sat on an empty chair, next to one of the twins. I observed the twin, as it was always mysterious to me - the ability to tell them apart. Boy glanced at me quickly. I was caught staring, how weird, I thought.  He surprisingly smiled at me and went on with eating. I felt my face redden a little since I've never had any connection with any of the twins, the jesters, joke masters, pranksters, whatever you call it. They were for me something that I could never reach.

"Oh, hi,.. Fred." I inferred the identity of one of the mysterious jesters.

"Good morning, y/n" He smiled yet again. I was right, for the first time. But I knew well, I hadn't actually guessed it.

I started wandering my eyes around the room, searching for Harry.

There he was, sitting at the other half of the table. He was looking nervous. I tried to catch his glance, but he completely ignored me. I felt bad and got on with eating.

Food was delicious, I was eating like I hadn't eaten for eternity.

"Hey, y/n.. y/n.. "In the middle of the breakfast, Fred whispered in my ear.

I waited for his another whisper, like I was checking if the sound I heard was real or not.

"What do you want, Weasley?" I tried to keep my annoyed, stern voice.

"Soo.." He chewed loudly "Who's side are you on? Ireland or.. Belgium?"

I was waiting for him to say something more important. A tight knot in me, nervousness, suddenly released.

"None of them. I am alright with myself."

Fred softly chucked.

"Oh, come on"

He took another bite of his sandwich. I was glancing at him without even realizing that he was also glancing back at me. Then suddenly, he whispered without even looking at me.

"Do you wanna taste it?"- he tried to give me a taste of his sandwich, But I pulled his hand away and said

"Ew, what? no, It's yours!"

"then what? I don't see any problem with it. Trust me it'll taste so much better"he whispered with a teasing smirk all over his face.

I scoffed, feeling disrespected.