𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER SEVENTY; he didn't let the quaffle in

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PART THREE
He Didn't Let The Quaffle In

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" y/n's point of view "

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HOGWARTS WITHOUT FRED and George was a weird adjustment to make.

People in the halls from every house were whispering about them, talking about their escape, about their shop, about their legacy.

I had had three sixth year girls come up to me, asking if I was the girl who was dating one of the twins and giggled when I said yes.

It made me sad knowing I wouldn't see Fred or George at Hogwarts with me again, so I put all my focus on my upcoming exams and Quidditch.

Though, the boys had really left their mark on the school, because nobody knew how to get rid of the swamp on the fifth floor of the east wing.

I hadn't gotten any owls from neither Fred nor George, and I wondered if they were just too busy with their shop, or if Umbridge just wasn't letting them through.

Lee hadn't been very happy since Fred and George left either. He said their dorm was lonely now that it was just himself and Lewis.

But then, eventually, it was the day I had been waiting for.

On the last weekend of May, the final match of the Quidditch season was taking place.

Hufflepuff had beaten Slytherin in the match before this, so now it was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. Whoever wins the match, wins the cup.

I wasn't exactly confident that we would win at all. Especially considering how many goals Ron had been missing lately. I just had to hope we could score enough and that Ginny would catch the snitch.

In fact, I didn't think any of Gryffindor was really expecting to win.

Lewis was once again alone watching the game, as Lee was commentating in the teachers' stand and the rest of us were on the team.

In the changing rooms that morning I was taking deep breaths.

"Ron, I need you to stop at least one goal this game. Just one." I told him. "Please."

"I think we need to send an owl to Puddlemere United, see if Oliver's dropped dead and started possessing Y/N." Alicia whispered to Angelina and I shot her a look.

"We cannot let the other team get the Quaffle. We have to keep them away from Ron's goals the best we can, score as much as possible before Ginny catches the snitch."

"Who says she's gonna catch it?" Ron asked.

"Me." I stated and looked to his sister. "Right, Gin?"

Ginny didn't look entirely confident, but she nodded.

"Kirke, Sloper." I said and the two boys looked up from where they stood in the corner. "This time aim for the Bludgers and not the team, got it? In fact, try and hit the other team with the Bludgers, that's your goal."