That Black... (A Fred Weasley X Reader Story)

Chapter 8- Things Don't Go Sweet With Fudge Around

Chapter 8- Things Don't Go Sweet With Fudge Around

"Good evening, Minister!" Mcgonagall said, her voice lightening up immediately.

You turn slowly to face Fudge, your face filled with hatred. Fudge's pretending-to-be-serious face falters at seeing you.

He acknowledges you with a nod. You ignore the gesture.

You turn back to face Mcgonnagall who notices your uncomfort.

"Am I excused, Professor?" You say almost rudely.

Mcgonagall didn't think of Dumbledore. Personally, even you didn't care at the moment. She nodded nervously and tried to focus on one of the portraits that was picking his nose.

You were so disgusted by the prescence of the *scoff* Minister that you could snarl at him even if Dumbledore was there.

You slam the door shut behind you and you could hear one of them wince. You make your way down the stairs.

"Where's Dumbledore, Minerva?"

You stop in your tracks. Dumbledore?

You turn slightly to listen.

"Why is that, Minister?"

"What? Can't the Minister of Magic talk to the headmaster of the school that teaches students to work for us?"

Prick. I am never ever going to work for that Ministry-shit!

Mcgonagall took the comment as a joke.

Grumbling to yourself, you realize that you missed the first few lines of the conversation.

"So, shall we get moving?"

Ah, well, that means you missed the entire conversation.

"After you, Minister."

Uh-oh.

You speed down the stairs in a rush and bump right into a person. Right into him.

"(Y / N )?" He called out as  you stalked away in a hurrying stride.

"( Y / N )! STOP!"

"Why should I?" You reply slowing your pace but making sure not to stop.

"Because you love me."

You stand shocked. You dare to mumble out "But I don't love you."

"Then why did you stop?"

Mcgonagall strides in with Fudge. "Oh, why aren't you and Mr. Weasley at Hogsmeade?"

You were glad to evade that question he asked you.

"Well, then, get going, come on, come on, move on." She continued, not giving you the chance to reply.

She hurriedly strode out on the snow with Fudge at her heels. You follow them, pretending to be fine, but deep inside your crush had just added a scar to your heart.

Knowing that Fred wouldn't dare to follow you with Mcgonagall near by, you continue following them to The Three Broomsticks.

You slightly push the door open to find winter decorations flooding the place. And before you knew it you were eavesdropping on the teachers gathered.

-x-x-(time travel )-x-x-

"Coming to Honeydukes with us, (Y/N)?" Angelina and Alicia asked.

"No." You didn't care that your voice was rude.

Tears well up in your eyes as you make your wat back to the castle but no one notices; everyone was too intrigued by Christmas.

-x-x-(time travel )-x-x-

"Ms. Black?" Professor Mcgonnagal asks in Transfiguration the next day.

"Yeah?" You lose all respect for the professor.

"Would you care to change your chair into an alligator?"

"No." You say rudely before you head for the exit of the class, not caring for the number of your books that lay strewn across the floor.

"Going somewhere?" A sneer blocks you from the door.

You look up and see Amaria Nott. You don't have the strength to argue with her now.

"Move, Amaria. Please."

Another sneer. "Or what will you do? Interrupt on us again?"

Tears freely run down your cheeks. But your ready to wait for few more seconds.

She scoffs again "Are you going to stop a couple?"

That's it! You don't care if Mcgonnagal is watching. You pull out your wand and...