𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE; weasley is our king

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PART THREE
Weasley Is Our King

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" y/n's point of view "

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OVER THE NEXT two weeks, we had more DA meetings. We had noticed Filch had been hanging around the corridor where the Room of Requirement was, so we had to be sneakier coming and going.

After Expelliarmus, the next spell we had learned was Stupefy.

"Stunning is one of the most useful spells in your arsenal." Harry spoke to our group "It's- it's sort of a wizard's bread and butter, really."

We were lined up in two parallel lines and Harry walked down the middle, Nigel standing at one end as he made his way to the other.

"So, um, come on, then, Nigel." Harry told the young boy. "Give me your best shot."

Nigel raised his wand and pointed it to Harry, almost throwing it, as he shouted, "Stupefy!"

Harry was sent flying backwards and to the ground, but so was Nigel, the spell must've been so powerful it knocked him to the ground.

"Good. Not bad at all, Nigel." Harry said as he slowly got up, Nigel doing the same from his end. "Well done."

We were all taking turns dueling in pairs, practicing Stupefy in front of the rest of the group.

Before they went up, I saw Ron saying something quietly to Hermione, which put a smile on her face as he walked to his end.

"Come on, Ron." George cheered first, and a few others around the room did the same as we fell back into our lines.

"Come on, Ron."

"You can do it."

Neville struggled to pick a side to stand on, stopping in the middle of Ron and Hermione before walking back the way he came.

It was funny only Ron needed the cheers of motivation, because everyone knew Hermione was better.

"One sickle." George whispered to Fred.

"You're on." Fred replied, then looked to me with a grin.

Ron raised his wand and opened his mouth, but he wasn't fast enough.

"Stupefy!"

Hermione sent him flying backwards and he landed on the hard ground with a loud thud.

"Thank you." Fred said smugly as he pocketed George's sickle.

"Shut up." George had a dirty look on his face as Ron slowly walked over.

"I let her do that." Ron said and Fred crossed his arms as he nodded along, looking extremely fit as he did so, mind you. "It's good manners, isn't it?"