HARRY POTTER X READER one-shots [COMPLETE]

Bullying Revenge (Fred/George)

A request by KatieWeasley394, thank you! :) I already wrote one with George, but I'll see how I can work out both Weasley brothers at once. First time writing something for two characters so wish me luck! And this follows the events in "Order of the Phoenix".

This kinda would go into the bullying side of things, so don't be too offended. I'm trying! And I changed the story line a bit, so don't kill me.

Guide:

(Y/N): Your name

(Y/L/N): Your Last Name

"Look at her! She's so ugly!"

"Clumsy, too, if you ask me!"

"Hasn't she checked herself in the mirror lately?"

"Every time I see her at all, I feel like I want to puke."

"Who wants to be with her?"

Comments like this kept floating throughout the corridors as you walked from Defense Against the Dark Arts to the Great Hall, no doubt clearly offended by the things that Professor Umbridge said to you today in your poor performance in the class. The sound of the gloating voices of other students, especially the ones in Slytherin, started making you feel very uneasy. Who wouldn't anyway?

"Just shut up," you muttered to yourself, shouldering your bag and looking down on the ground, at your feet, as they carried you forward.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grip onto your arm, and you felt yourself being dragged into a huge throng of seventh-year students, who started laughing at you at once.

"Hey! Guys! Behold, the most unpopular student at Hogwarts!" you heard someone shout, and you scowled. Of course, you'd recognize that voice anywhere. It belonged to no one other than Marcus Flint.

"Let me go," you muttered menacingly, yanking Flint's hand away from your sleeve as you got up and drew your wand.

"Oh? Should I really let you go so easily, (Y/L/N)?" Flint bellowed, drawing out his own wand and pointing it at you. "I don't think so. Let's give this student a good makeover, shall we?"

All around you, you heard the Slytherins roar in laughter as Flint waved his wand at you. "Furnunculus!"

Instantly, a green jet of light hit your face, and you felt your face swell in different parts and bulge--you winced, knowing that boils must have been growing on your face. You didn't let that faze you, though.

"Levicorpus!" you screamed, and a jet of red light blasted from your wand towards Flint, who suddenly found himself dangling in the air by one ankle. You grinned in triumph, but the moment of glory was short.

"Locomotor Mortis!" Flint cursed, and immediately your legs bound together, making you wobble slightly before you fell to the ground, flat on your face, feeling the pain flare through your cheeks and skin. Above you, you heard people laugh, but what you didn't see were two things: Fred and George Weasley, in your year and in your house, running towards the scene with a look of horror on their faces; and Professor McGonagall immediately running out of the school to see the duel occurring.

"OUT OF MY WAY!" she cried, waving her arms as the students parted for her. The moment she reached you, she immediately gasped.

"Oh my goodness. Miss (Y/L/N), are you okay?" she asked, kneeling over you with a concerned look on her face.

You groaned as you got up from the ground, your nose probably bleeding and your face full of boils. A whimper escaped your throat as you pointed at Flint, who was roaring with laughter along with the rest of the students, save Fred and George who were still gaping at you in horror. Even though they themselves were pranksters and troublemakers themselves--heck, they even started developing joke sweets for their future joke store, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!--they never imagined causing trouble to students at this level. What Flint did was no joke at all. You were really hurt by his actions, and there was no sugarcoating the truth, no way out.