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

Chapter 9-WHAT RELATIONSHIP??!!

Chapter 9-WHAT RELATIONSHIP??!!

~PREVIOUSLY ON THAT BLACK...~

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

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"CALVARIO!"

Amaria clutches her hair, too shocked to take her wand out and fix it before all her hair fall out.

"Ms. Black! 10 points from Gryffindor and detention!" Mcgonnagall screams from the other side of the room but you couldn't care less.

You shove Amaria to the side and storm outside the class, lending a deaf ear to all the whistles and applause.

Where to go? Well, really you didn't give a damn if you ended up suiciding in the Black Lake either.

Your stomach growled. Hmph, it wasn't my fault the Gryffindor table was foul with Amaria seated there.

Fighting with stomachs, wasn't a good idea for anyone. That thing could be a cannibal and eat itself if less food was there and would murder you by bursting if it had too much food in it. It definitely was a killer.

Kitchens! You were in second year when the twins discovered the kitchens.

Tickle tickle. The pear chuckled which was a disgusting sight that even three years of practice couldn't get used to.

"What will you take, madam?" An elf asks the moment you step inside the kitchen.

Your stomach growls again. "Anything!" You were ready to eat a boar as well.

Your eyes study the room. On one of the tables, a fried boar, with an apple stuck right into it, rested.

"On second thoughts, make that a platter of pancakes and maple syrup." You inform the elf hurriedly.

"Yes, ma'am. Right away, ma'am. Of course, ma'am."

The kitchens were deserted. That was odd. Usually, a horde of elves were busy cooking up something. That's when you heard it. A voice sooooo familiar that you could choke.

"I expect it done before they wake up, of course. And I don't want anymore excuses, please. I got an howler from one of their parents and I don't think I have heard the end of it. In fact, it's still shouting in my office."

Professor Dumbledore!

Oh no no no no!!!! What's he doing here?

Apparently, Dumbledore had chosen this very moment to lecture the elves on how to not leave Slytherin toilets uncleaned just because of the graffiti.

Hide and act as if you're not there. No one knows you're here. You reassure yourself.

You duck behind a partition wall and hold your breath. 1...2...3...4-

"Ma'am, shall I set your pancakes at the table?" You crane your head down to find a large pair of eyes stare back at you.

The little elf glanced back at the tray of pancakes in his hands and extended it towards you. "Here you-"

You hold your finger to your lip and signal the elf to shut up. The elf looks at you, cocking his (or her! You couldn't make out the difference) head to the side.

"Ma'am?" It just asks.

"SSSSHHHH! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

You grab the tray of food from the elf's hands and shoo him away after telling him not to tell anyone anything.

"Dicky?" You hear Dumbledore call out.

Dick-y? You can't help sniggering at the silly name.

The elf that brought you pancakes, rushes to Dumbledore's side.

"Dicky, please don't leave my presence while I'm making an important notice here." Dumbledore says kindly.

You could've died of containing your laughter for too long but you had to get out before Dumbledore notices you.

You slowly sneak back to the door, the tray in your hands.

"And please, don't forget to clear out the graffiti while your at it. That's all."

That's all?!

You are few inches from the door when Dumbledore's footsteps echo towards you. Too late!

You hide behind the wall, crossing your fingers and shutting your eyes tight, hoping he would just pass by without noticing you.

"Good day, Ms. Black!"

You open your eyes in fright. Dumbledore had just left the kitchens after wishing you a good day! No detention! Yay!

You happily settle down at a table and munch on your pancakes.

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

"Hey baby! How was your day?" Adrian Pucey says sitting next to you on the gryffindor table.

You look at him incredulously and shake your head and continue eating dinner.

"Aw sweetie, why are you ignoring me? Have I done anything wrong in OUR RELATIONSHIP?" Adrian asks emphasising 'our relationship.' If he wanted everyone's attention, it was working. All eyes were on us. Even the teachers and ghosts.