Pranks and Perks (Weasley Twins x Reader)

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

'Ew, bugger off !' You shouted, pushing George away from you, on the verge of puking.

At the same time you noticed Roger was standing behind the ginger boy. He was looking at you with a mix of confusion, bitterness and awkwardness.

'Y/n are you alright ? I was just checking on you, I feared you had run away but-...Well I don't want to interrupt you guys.'

'You're not interrupting anything.' You said, gliding swiftly by Roger's side.

George's face was contorted in a twisted joy —he knew Roger would get the wrong idea out of this. And that annoyed you more than anything. You wanted to let him know he wouldn't win. You wanted to let him know he wouldn't mess up things between you and Roger, that the boy wasn't a fool to think George and you could possibly have a thing going on. The whole school knew about your hatred, everyone could see the killer-gaze, the arguments, the duels. Under his gaze, you felt the urge to comeback at him in a surprising manner. You wrapped your hands around Roger's left arm, pressing your body against his, in gesture that did not fool the most innocent eyes. Roger blushed brightly while George frowned, visibly pissed. You offered him your best grin.

'How could you interrupt something non-existent ?' You asked rhetorically at Roger but looking right into George's angry eyes.

The second after that, you pulled Roger back towards your table. You waited until you were out of George's sight to part from the boy, nonetheless with an embarrassed clear of throat. Roger was in heaven. He was smiling and he gave off that confident aura. Well, at least he was less nervous you thought. He asked you if you wanted to go to the bookshop after that, to which you agreed awkwardly yet your mind was still angry at the ginger boy.

'You know I never could define your relationship with George, I know your friend with Fred but-'

'There's none. We hate each other.' You said cutting him shaprly, while you sat.

Your eyes fell on the doors, where the professors of Hogwarts were leaving, still blowing their noses in their tissues. With all that rubbish you had forgot about the discussion you had heard earlier. You felt Roger squeezing up to you, passing an arm on your backrest. But you couldn't care less, lost in your mind. Harry was the reason Sirius Black had been seen in the castle the night of Halloween. Harry was in great danger, and you felt the reason he wasn't allowed here at Hogsmeade was linked to all that story. You could not imagine how he felt right now, how lonely, angry and confused he must be. It was so unfair. So infuriating.

'Weird you say that, you hate each other yet, whenever I see you, he's always by your side.'

Your attention snatched back to the boy, your gaze was so hard and offended that he straightened himself looking elsewhere, awkwardly. It was as if Rorger had said the most forbidden sentence in this world. As if he had pronounce the name of You-Know-Who.

'I mean...you- Sorry.' He said quickly.

Given a thought, you realised that maybe it was a bit true. There wasn't a single day when you weren't with him. But you were in the same house and the same year so that was why. Yes, that was why.

The boy started to ramble about you-did-not-know-what, because as you turned your head to look at a table, you crossed Fred Weasley's look then George chocolate brown eyes.

*

After the last Hogsmeade trip, the break arrived quickly. Christmas Holidays had been really joyful. You had felt that spending time out of the castle had did you good for the first time ever.