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"You know what sucks?" you ask, sitting on Fred's lap in the common room. He opens his mouth but you cover it with your hand. "If you say 'you' I can promise you that you will never kiss these lips again." George snorts from his awkward position in the armchair. Fred nods and you remove your hand.
"What sucks, love?" you sigh dramatically, building up.
"It's just..." you trail off and stand up. You start pacing, raking your hands through your hair.
"What's got you all worked up, now?" George sighs. Fred throws a pillow at him and it his George square in the face. You giggle at George's red face.
"No fighting until I'm done ranting," you cut in before George can pounce on Fred. George slams back in his seat and mumbles something incoherent.
"What is it, darling?" Fred asks, trying to wipe the smug grin off of his face.
"It's just not fair. Like, your lover is hotter than mine!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at Fred. He furrows his eyebrows, trying to figure out what you're talking about. George, having caught on, bursts into fits of laughter.
"Wait. Wait. We're dating. That would mean—" Fred looks up at you and his eyes narrow. You squeal and rush out of the common room and down to the Great Hall. You push through the crowd of students to get to Harry and Ron as they walk into the hall.
"Harry!" you squeal. You throw yourself at him and he barely catches you.
"What the bloody hell is this about?" Ron asks. You let go of Harry and stand behind him, waiting for Fred to come barreling through the doors.
"(Y/N), what's going on?"
"I may or may not have insulted Freddie," you whisper. Ron snickers.
"And what, pray tell, did you say?"
"I told him that his lover is hotter than mine." The two boys stand there, confused. You roll your eyes. "I basically said I'm hotter than him." The boys burst out laughing, much like George did.
"(Y/N), honey pie, where are you?" Fred bellows. You pull Ron toward you so him and Harry are standing shoulder to shoulder, hiding you from your boyfriend. The Gryffindor table slowly fills up with hungry students, waiting for food to magically appear.
Fred's eyes wander the hall before he spots Ron and Harry. He grins, jogging over. You scream and run the other way, toward the Slytherin table. The Slytherins are too alarmed to glare at you. you see Draco's blonde hair and squeeze in between him and Blaise.
"What the hell, (Y/L/N)?" he spits.
"Shut up and save me from Fred," you hiss. He sighs and goes back to eating. You and Draco have a weird relationship. You banter as a Slytherin would with, well, any other house, but it's all in good fun.
"What did you do this time?" he mumbles.
"Told him I was hotter." Draco snorts and shakes his head.
"No argument from me," he says under his breath. You laugh loudly, accidentally alerting Fred to where you are.
"Shit. Gotta go." You kiss Draco's cheek to embarrass him and dash off out of the hall. You pass Professor McGonagall on the way out and pause. "Hello, Professor," you greet. She looks at your panting form and takes in your reddened face.
"What have you done this now, (Y/L/N)?" You put on your puppy dog eyes.
"Me? Why, Professor!" You see her lips twitch in an almost smile.
"Did you antagonize Mr. Weasley again?" You bite your lip and smile.
"Which one?" This time she gives you a smile.
"Go, before he catches you."
"Thank you, Professor." You give her a little wave and run off again toward the Astronomy Tower.
A few minutes later you slide down the wall of the tower, wheezing from all of the running.
It'll take a minute for Fred to find you since he'll check the common room first. You chuckle to yourself, remembering the last time Fred chased you all around Hogwarts you ended up in the Black Lake.
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"(Y/N), I swear!" Fred shouts. You push yourself harder as you hear his footsteps get closer.
"You're taller! Not fair!" you shout over your shoulder. You see a tree that's relatively climbable and scurry up it. You scoot out onto one of the branches and wait for Fred to spot you. He looks around the area before up.
"How did you manage to get up there?" he chuckles. You shrug.
"Agile." A mischievous spark ignites in his eyes and your stomach drops. "No, no, no." He starts to climb, rather clumsily. The branch groans and your heart pounds.
"I'm coming for you," he taunts. You grip the branch tightly as it moves.
"Fred Weasley if you move one more inch, I'll—" You don't get to finish your sentence as the branch cracks. Before Fred can act, you're falling with the branch. You hit the water of the Black Lake.
The air is knocked out of you for a second before you manage to swim up and break the surface. You gasp for air and look around wildly for shore.
"(Y/N)! Over here." You look toward Fred's voice and start swimming to him. Once you're within wading distance, Fred runs through the water and grabs you, helping you ashore. Once you reach solid ground, you collapse. You lay there, looking at the sky, sucking in desperate gulps of air.
"I'll fall," you gasp. Fred leans over you, brushing soaked hair out of your face.
"You okay?" You nod, sitting up.
"Brilliant," you deadpan. He wraps his arms around you and you start to walk back to the castle to get warm.
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"There you are!" a voice announces, yanking you out of your memory. You grin at Fred's flushed face.
"Here I am. I surrender." He slides down the wall next to you.
"Good, because my legs may be long by my stamina is most certainly not." You laugh, laying your head on his shoulder.
"Y'know I didn't mean it, right? You're a lot hotter than I am." Fred snorts.
"Nah, that's not true."
"Mhm." He sighs and touches your cheek, making a sizzling noise. You laugh and shake your head. "We're both equally hot, then."
"I can live with that." You kiss his cheek and pull away, gasping. "What?"
"Your hotness burned my lips!"
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I can feel you
Even though I haven't touched you
Yeah, that's what love is
— That's What Love Is by Justin Bieber —
