Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

15 - Prissy Cockroaches

A/N - n/n = nick name

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I meandered my way down to the transformed quidditch pitch that now lay covered in a multitude of sharp, jagged rock. The center of the pitch holding a nest made out of large branches.

I make my way to the stands when I notice a head of fluffy brown hair slip into the champions tent. Her Gryffindor robes give her away.

I shrug it off, assuming that she was just going to go wish Harry luck in the first task of the tournament- Good luck...

Oh! Cedric!

I place my things on my chair right between the twins. George to the left, Fred to the right. And Lee on George's left. They weren't sat yet as they spoke to the students, placing bets on the champions.

When I placed my thing down in a rush, the twins gave me a questioning look.

"Sorry. I forgot my toque." I lie and scurry back down the bleachers. I don't even know why I had felt compelled to lie. It just slipped out, but I was pretty sure that the angered face Fred makes whenever I brought up Cedric was a part of my reasoning.

I jogged my way to the tent. Students weren't allowed in the tent, but I supposed that if the Hermione Granger could do it, then so could I.

I feel the canvasy material of the ten until i hit something hard. A pillar. I knock on the old wooden support beam. "Ced," I whisper.

I heard a scuffle before his familiar voice rang out, "y/n?" He pushed the canvas aside, revealing himself to look rather distraught.

"You ready?"

"Erm-" He ran his hand through his already damp hair, "-Yeah... A bit nervous- hmph. No. I'm not ready at all-"

Before he could really even say any more, I wrapped him into a tight, bone crushing hug. He hugged me back with equal desperation and I refused to let go until he did. But the moment was quite rudely interrupted by the bright flash and the sound of a camera shudder.

"Two in one day! We truly are lucky here at Hogwarts!" A prissy voice sang out from beside us.

I turn my head and see a woman with a short blonde bob, chunky red glasses, and a gaudy brown leather dress-suit.

"Rita Skeeter! Reporter for the daily prophet!" She held out her hand as she introduced herself, but neither Cedric nor I accepted it to shake. Instead, we both just stared at it with equal expressions of disgust for her ruining our little moment.

She cleared her throat rather awkwardly and signaled for her camera man to get a better close up before turning her expression back and flashing that too white smile. "Cedric, do tell, who is this lovely woman under your arm?"

I stared at her, scowling as I watched a bewitched pen scratch and scribble onto a floating bad of paper.

"A friend," Cedric answered.

Rita laughed, checking what the pen had written on the pad. "Friends, you say? Perhaps... Blossoming romance?" She queried and it honestly got under my skin.

"That is none of your business." I snap and turn to Cedric, going on my toes to whisper a quick 'good luck' into his ear, but I couldn't help but notice that he wasn't as tall as Fred.

I shake the thought and swiftly exit the tent, being as purposely dramatic and flamboyant as possible. Swishing the curtain of canvas behind me like I was wearing one of Snape's cloaks.

I trot back up the stands, still irked from my earlier encounter with the producer, but trying to keep my mind away from her.

"Where were you?" George asked from behind me, holding a box with bets and prices written on the the inside of the lid.

"I forgot- uh..." I quickly pulled out my fingered gloves from my pocket, "my mits. Yeah. Mits."

He and Fred, who had been listening, furrowed their brows.

"I thought it was your hat?" Fred points to the hat that sits atop my head. A tiny bit of panic surged through my chest, but I quickly managed to push it down.

"That too."

They both gave me that same weird look from before, shared a look with each other, shrugged, then sat in their respective spots.

I let out a heavy sigh, glad that they seemed to believe the fib they almost caught me on. I don't think I'd be able to handle the scowl that would show across Fred's face if I brought up Cedric.

Yet, just as I sat down, a rather loud and even more embarrassing sound echoed loudly from the cushion beneath me, causing many surrounding students to look at me and chuckle while my face flushed bright red.

I reach under myself and dig it out, pulling up one of the twin's newest prank products: A whoopie cushion that would disguise itself as any upholstered surface.

Beside me, Fred, George, and even Lee were laughing their arses off at my flushed reaction. Based on the volume and the way that Fred was clutching his stomach as tears threatened to leave his eyes, I knew who planted the product beneath me.

I toss the whoopie cushion, managing to get it to hit Fred square in the nose, stopping his laughter and making him glare at me instead.

"Seriously? A whoopie cushion?" I ask, staring at the now deflated cushion that lay in his lap with anger burning behind my eyes. We were in a large crowd of three different schools and that was embarrassing as all sin.

"Are you hurt?" Fred leaned closer to me, a smirk toying with the edges of his lips.

"No, but-"

He cut me off, "Then you're fine."

Without even so much as a second thought, I grab the fluffy pom-pom of his toque and yank the hat off of his head, tossing the article of clothing into the crowd in front of me. The knit hat landing down beside Draco, who stared at the hat, then back at me.

He caught a look at Fred's rather disheveled hair and smirked, shaking his head in laughter.

I grin, turning back to Fred. "Oops." I say, feigning my absolute innocence, causing Fred to glare at me harder.

"Hey," George snapped in front of our faces, "Friendship, remember?" He stared at me and Fred who were currently in a rather heated staring contest with each other.

"Whatever. Still hate her." Fred rolled his eyes, involuntarily handing over his surrender to our staring contest. Though I would never admit it, I was kind of hurt by his statement, my shoulders sagging by only a fraction.

I turned back to the arena as a huge Swedish Short-Snout walks out and onto the field, eliciting gasps from the crown.

A tall ginger man connects the dragon to a chair- wait. Ginger?

"Charlie?!" The twins and I yell in unison, gaining the attention of the second oldest Weasley. He smiled and waved similar to how a toddler would interact with friends.

"Hello, brothers!" He smiled wider, seeing Percy and Ron in the crowd as well.

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Time skip brought to you by me cause I'm lazy <3

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"The chains are going to break!?" I shrieked as the chains holding the massive Hungarian Horntail to the ground creaked and groaned.

"Relax. The chains are fine, n/n." Fred sighed, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

As if on cue, the chains snapped and the huge dragon chased after Harry on his broom. Screams erupted through the crowd as the dragon flew overhead.

I face Fred and hit him on the arm, "I told you the chains were going to break!"

"Okay, sorry, sorry." He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

I huffed. Perhaps if he wasn't so cute, I'd actually have the strength to be genuinely mad at the obnoxiously tall ginger, but I didn't.

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A/N - Suprise! Another chapter up and out! Hopefully, I'll get another chapter out sometime this week! I do have a minor cold, so that's making me a bit demotivated, but I'm gonna try to power through it no matter what!

I love you all, my darlings! Until next time!