In Every Moment | fred weasley x reader

Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

W: One swear word

The school talked of nothing but Sirius Black for the next few days and everyone focused harder on the different rumours and murmurs about him than they did anything else- well, everyone except Fred and George. As the days drew closer to their first Quidditch match, the two of them whined more and more about the intense training Oliver Wood was subjecting their team to. You noticed, one night as you curled up with Ginny in the Gryffindor common room, that while George seemed to complain more about the actual training, Fred was always throwing jabs at Oliver himself. You pretended like you didn't notice that.

You'd been quieter than usual since Angelina told you everything that fateful night, your mind often swirling around one particular thought and two particular boys. You were sure that Oliver was nothing more than a friend to you. But you wondered if that was purely due to your unrequited infatuation with that ridiculous Weasley boy. You'd squeeze your eyes shut and tried to imagine- if Fred wasn't there, would you want to be with Oliver? But as hard as you tried, you just couldn't picture your life without Fred, whether a friend or more. Perhaps there could be something with Oliver. Eventually, you decided that if he did ask you- which he still hadn't yet- you would say yes, but make it clear that you weren't...fully there yet. It would merely be a get-to-know-you situation. Yes, that would be good.

As your thoughts and worries and confusion grew stronger, so did the wind outside. The rain began to pour in thick, heavy sheets and the sky was a constant cover of dark grey clouds. You hadn't seen the sun for days when the Quidditch match eventually rolled around. As you shuffled through the bustling and excited crowds of students clad in either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff colours, you had to squint your eyes to see where you were going through the rain. Thunder roared from above you with threatening screams while lightening shattered the thick rainclouds. Ishani sighed to you,

"You'd have thought Dumbledore would call off a match in this weather." She shook her head, pulling the scarf she's charmed to flash Hufflepuff's yellow and black around her tighter. Selene walked on your other side, wearing a Gryffindor jumper she's borrowed from Angelina.

"Shan, we've been through this. Dumbledore loves child endangerment," she replied, almost shouting through the wind. You laughed loudly and looked up at the towering Quidditch stands, your eyes just about finding the post where the Gryffindor team stood, huddled in intense conversation.

"I'm just going to wish my boys luck," you shouted at the girls, nodding towards the blob of burgundy and gold.

Selene grinned at you. "Give Wood a snog for me, N/N." You shook your head playfully and squeezed through the crowd, darting across the pitch towards the team.

"Alright, team?" You called as you darted up the stairs, dripping rain as you went. The huddled team turned to look at you and the twins both burst into bright, beaming smiles.

"There's our little good luck charm," Fred cheered, darting over to pick you up in a spin. His Quidditch robes looked like bursts of little flames as he spun you, your laughter filling the little sheltered room. George peered at you as Fred put you down, clearly eyeing your sodden clothes and damp hair.

"You look like a drowned rat. Sort of like when I gave Scabbers a bath," he said simply.

"Gee, good luck, George. I hope you accidentally let go of your bat and it smacks you round the head for me." The twins chuckled and Angelina laughed, reaching up to flick George on the ear. You grinned and winked at her.

"I think you look great," came Oliver's voice from the edge of the shelter. Everyone turned to look at him. "Urr- I meant because- because you're in Gryffindor's colours...urrm..." he trailed off and scratched the back of his head. The air became thick with awkwardness. Harry looked up and grinned at you, his black hair as messy as ever.