Fred Weasley or George Weasley X Reader ??? || rivals to lovers

Part 1: The Quidditch World Cup

It was a beautiful yet gloomy Thursday afternoon and Y/N was on her way to the Bulgaria-Ireland World Cup Quidditch Final. Y/N had been saving up for ages to be able to attend the World Cup Quidditch Final. Her family wasn't able to go due to both her parents working away as Aurors but they had agreed to let her go with their friends, The Diggory's. Y/N has met Amos Diggory and his son Cedric on many occasions so she was absolutely fine to go with them. Cedric was in the same year as her and had always admired him as a friend. Although they didn't hang out together at Hogwarts they never forgot to give each other. a warm smile in the corridor or a cheerful hello. As herself, Cedric and Amos set off into a tall open forest, she gazed around looking for any form of transport to get there. They walked for around 5 minutes before Y/N's curiosity got the better of her.

"Sorry to ask, but how on earth are we getting there? Don't tell me we're walking!"

"Oh no don't you worry our mode of transport will be much quicker than walking we just have to get there first!" Amos chuckled as the sigh of relief escaped her mouth.

"Don't forget we're meeting up with the Weasleys are well!" Cedric reminded his father, he threw a sneaky glance at Y/N since he knew her relationship with the Weasley Twins weren't the most 'friendly'. Cedric, Hufflepuff's Seeker, also shared an immense love for Quidditch and knew exactly how competitive Y/N could be on the pitch. Luckily, the two always got along, the twins however never saw eye to eye with her... Especially after the incident.

"Oh no you've got to be ki-" Before she could finish her sentence a small stubby ginger man let out a cry

"Amos! Here you are!"

"Right here Arthur!" He replied embracing his old friend. Y/N peered over to the group of gingers along with a short black haired boy and curly haired girl.. she almost instantly spotting the Twins though.

"Ah if it isn't Ceddy and-" Fred exclaimed.

"Y/N! We didn't expect to see your face here!" George continued, they both simultaneously crossed their arms whilst Cedric shot a look at Ron and Harry making it clear there was tension between the three.

"Well lucky you, isn't it George? Can't say I'm too excited to your faces." Y/N spat as her fists clenched and she frowned at the boys.

"Now, now, play nicely children..." Cedric seemed to laugh whilst saying causing the rest of the group to smirk and smile. The group turned and headed through the forest. As they walked Y/N was able to strike up a conversation with the youngest Weasley and Hermione Granger about Quidditch and which their favourite players were. Although, Y/N couldn't help overhearing the whispers and giggles of the twins behind her. Every so often her name would pop up in their conversation. Ginny tried to tell her convince her to forget about them.

The walk didn't take long before they reached the top of hill and Y/N looked almost as confused as Harry.

"It's a manky old boot.." Harry questioned as the group gathered around it.

"This isn't any manky old boot mate," Fred responded as his other twin followed on.

"It's a portkey." George replied breezing past Y/N.

Y/N couldn't help but scoff as they all got prepared holding the manky boot. Y/N clenched onto the boot and Fred placed his hand suspiciously close to hers. Their pinkies were almost touching.. Quickly, Y/N shuffled her hand away by a few centimetres. The countdown begun and before she knew it they uncontrollable spinning. Her hair flew everywhere in her face and suddenly she felt extremely nauseous. Then, Y/N heard Arthur Weasley cry "Let go kids!"

Y/N could barely question this before the rest of the group were letting go. Not wanting to be left behind and lost, she too released grip from the 'manky old boot'. She was sent back flying and her stomach dropped. Soon enough she felt herself plummet to the floor, surrounded by the rest of the gang. Amos, Arthur and Cedric came floating down gracefully pedalling their legs in the air.