Harry Potter character oneshots

Fred Weasley : Number

Name: Ellie
House: Ravenclaw

"Oh Ellie!" My best friend, Fred yells as he runs towards me.

"What did you do this time?" I ask completely unimpressed.

"Nothing!" He defends, "Buuuuttttttt, you wanna go play quidditch?" He asks.

"Oh absolutely not. I do not do sports, let alone quidditch." I say immediately.

"But Ellie! You'll be fine! Pleaseeeeeee?" He begs as he grabs my shoulders and starts shaking them aggressively.

I grab his hands to make him stop.

"Fred, I do not feel like dying. Your gonna accidentally hit me with a bludger or something!"

"Would not!"

"Yes you would!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Okay well if your gonna be difficult and not play with me now, then you have to paint your face Gryffindor colors for tomorrow's game." He proposed.

"I can't do that! I'm a Ravenclaw! That's like betrayal to my house!" I argued.

His face contorted into one of those adorable smiles he gives me when I say something stupid.

"Ellie, it's Gryffindor against Hufflepuff. Not Ravenclaw, so no one would care. Goodness I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart." He laughed.

"Oh. Well I don't go to the games so oops. Then fine, no harm if your not facing my house." I agreed.

"Yes! Wait you have to wear my number too! Wait no my Jersey! No both!" He exclaimed excited.

I got really confused and my face heated up.

"You want me to wear your jersey? And your number? Why?" I asked quite curious.

"Because I want everyone to know that your off limits. It'll get the point around hogwarts faster than if I just told people. I think this will be more effective." He said as if it was nothing.

Off limits? What the hell did that mean? Wait, does he like me back? No way, he's my best friend. Maybe he does though?

I already know I am blushing beyond anyone's belief.

"Off limits?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yup! I like you so no one else can."

"You like me?"

"Obviously."

"Not really obvious."

"According to George it is." He argued.

"Well George also thinks 9 plus 10 is 21, so not the brightest idea listening to him." I retorted.

Fred lightly punched my arm and started laughing.

"I thought you said before that we share all the brain power we have?" He said through his laughter.

"That was the point." I stated as I attempted to walk away.

He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him once more.

"Does this mean you'll wear my number?" He asked dragging out the end of the word.

"Fine yes. I'll wear your number." I complied.

"And my Jersey."

"Fine sure. And your jersey. Now if you'll excuse me I'm probably incredibly late to potions. Snape is gonna kill me. If I die, my blood is on your hands Fred Weasley." I huffed as I finally was able to walk to class.