The One and Only |Fred x Reader|

The Army

"Fred? What is your bloody problem? Can't seem to keep your hands off of every single girl you come in contact with!" Ron yelled at his brother from across the room, picking up a book to throw at him.

Fred didn't show an ounce of guilt on his face. "I was in detention, I just came back." He shrugged his shoulders.

"I was practicing Quidditch since I couldn't make it to the last practice." Angelina was convincing me, she was wearing a Quidditch uniform covered in mud.

"Just happened to get back at the same time? Or have you learned Fred's whole schedule?" Hermione chimed in.

"Why are you sitting infront of the fireplace?" Fred plopped down on the couch.

"I'm freezing, Fred." I quickly lied, my biggest skill was coming up with something on the spot.

I'd tell Fred about how I keep in contact with Sirius soon. Just not now. I heard the fumbling of clothes coming off from behind me and I watched Fred strip off his hoodie. "Put this on then come lay with me." Fred yawned.

"This is the part where I leave." Ron quickly set his book back on the table and ran to his Dorm screaming 'PDA'.

"I can't Fred, I need to talk with Hermione." However, I did graciously accept the hoodie.

It smelled of cinnamon, fireworks, and hints of a fresh smelling cologne. The scents were all overwhelming and didn't go together, but that didn't stop it from smelling good. "Ron was screaming about public displays of affection! What's going on in here?" Lee ran downstairs,"Were you two having..."

"No!" Me and Fred both yelled in unison.

"Why is your shirt off?" Lee screamed.

"She's cold!" Fred retaliated.

     Lee and Fred stood staring at each other with an erupt quietness taking over the room. "Well, uh, I need to go speak with Mione. I'll see you guys tomorrow. If I don't murder Lee in his sleep." I joked as I made my way upstairs,"And why don't you wear a shirt under your hoodie? I thought only girls didn't wear shirts under."

"Dunno. More comfy." Fred picked at his cuticles.

"Interesting. Goodnight." I said dryly as I went to my Dorm.

     Ginny and Hermione were laying on their stomachs while on the floor, kicking their feet in the air. They were talking about boys again. "It's just Harry...He's so cute and funny and...I'll never be like Cho. Who cares actually? I'm better than her. He's so handsome though..."Ginny went rambling on about my brother, leaving a look of disgust upon Hermione's face.

"Ron's too dumb to even grasp that I like him. I mean really, my date to the Yule Ball was supposed to awaken him. I went out with the most famous person that bloody git will ever meet, and he still doesn't like me." Hermione sighed.

"I mean how is he supposed to compete with Victor Krum?" Ginny nudged her shoulder playfully.

     I cleared my throat to let them know I was in the room. "How long have you been listening?" Ginny asked as I shut the door.

"Enough to hear about how bipolar you are about my brother. He's weird anyways. When our Aunt and Uncle left for a day or two he'd drink straight from the milk carton. Haven't had milk in ages because of him." I told her stories about Harry for awhile until she got sleepy.

     We dragged Ginny to bed, leaving me and Hermione. "I saw that look you gave me when we were talking to Sirius. We are going to teach people ourselves. I mean look at you! You can cast a whole bodied Patronus, and you fought off Voldemort." Hermione squealed.