Pranks and Perks (Weasley Twins x Reader)

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

'Where's Cedric ? And Fred ?' You asked suddenly, escaping the gaze of the boy that you still had not forgive.

He looked around.

'I think they got caught, or they went to the Three Broomsticks to escape BigHead Boy.'

You went silent.

It was now awkward because you feared what to say, or what to do and George seemed in the same state. Suddenly he pointed at the haunted house.

'I should have known this would be your point of reference.' He joked.

His attempt was unsuccessful, you glimpsed at the boy from the side, still pissed at him. You just let out a low "yeah" which triggered him suddenly.

'You're ignoring me now ?' He asked seriously.

You shifted to him suddenly angry and in disbelief. He was in no position to complain about that since he was the one that had been ignoring you.

'Are you serious ? Urgh ! The audacity of men !' You said in a sour laugh.

He frowned at you.

'The audacity ? Oh you can talk ! My brother cared more about you than me and you didn't seemed bothered by it, then you acted like you cared for my wound when honestly, everyone could see through your act ! And don't be talking in some feminist way the you crave male attention.'

You chuckled offended. He had went too far, again.

'Excuse me ? Oh an act ! Yeah I am all fake. You're just jealous, that's pathetic. Oh my god how could I even think for a minute that we were on the same line ! We're definitely not. I just hate you too much.'

'Pff, wow. That's all you have ? Because believe me, I hate you too ! I hate you even more ! You and your pseudo-superiority.'

'How dare you !' You had pulled out your wand.

His gaze flickered. He suddenly sneered at you, there was an ounce of fear still in his eyes, but he hid it behind mockery.

'What are you gonna do, duel me-(STUPEFY !)'

George flew a couple meters away in a thud. His butt hit the grounding and he stayed stunned for a minute. His gaze hardened. He slowly got up on his feet again and brushed off the dirt from his clothes roughly. You sneered haughtily with all the pride and ego you could offer him.

'Oh you're so dead.' He said darkly.

You chuckled.

'What are you gonna do, tackle me on the-'

Stupidity hit you as hard as you hit the ground when George tackled you. He actually did tackled you. You began to wrestle like kids that bickered over a toy. George and you rolled, slapped, rolled, squealed, winced, groaned, rolled again ; suddenly there was a crack. Something rolled out of your pocket and you knew it was your CD player and your headphones.

George grabbed it swiftly. You gasped. He held it above your head and you didn't even try to take it back because you knew from his ridiculous height that you could not reach it.

'Give it back George. I am serious.'

He looked at the object in his hand, curious. He didn't even know what it was. The headphones hanged loosely from his palm, and he examined it carefully, as if it could be dangerous. You rolled your eyes when you caught sight of something poking out of the waistband of his trousers. It must have slipped out of his shirt due to the fight earlier. Taking advantage of his interest in your CD player, you snatched the folded piece of paper he had tuck in his trousers. The boy widened his eyes and quickly tried to take it back. Why would he wander around with a blank parchment in his possession. Plus it wasn't brand new, it looked old and used, even dirty.