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

Chapter 19- Nothing eeez EVERYTHING!

Chapter 19- Nothing eeez EVERYTHING!

"Are you going to ask her or should I?"

"I will, of course!"

"When? After her 56th death day party or what?"

"What's going on?" You say pushing through the twins and eyeing each of them suspiciously.

"Nothing!" Fred replied, a little too quickly, you noticed.

"Yeah, nothing." George waved a hand airily.

"Watcha doing tonight?" Fred said, changing the topic.

"Nothing much." You reply shrugging. "Why?"

"Oh, nothing." Fred grinned ear to ear.

"Yeah, nothing." George repeated, trying to avoid your eye.

"Hmm...well then, want to join for a game of exploding snap?" You ask casually.

"No!" Fred jumped.

"No." George repeated.

"No?" You leaned in.

"No." Fred backed off slowly.

"No." George concluded.

"Then, what are you guys up to?"

"Nothing!" Fred jumps.

Before George repeats you interfere. "The twins I know wouldn't refuse a game of exploding snap for 'nothing'."

George says quickly "You know us... Exploring the castle, helping out the Durmstrang students...and Beauxbatons students."

"Ohhhh, so that's what it's all about! Beauxbatons students!" You realize.

"Yeah..." Fred says, elbowing George in the stomach.

"So, what is it this time?" You know their jokes too well. "A prank on the Beauxbatons girls or...wait, wait! I know!" You guess their trick. "You have a bet with Lee about who can kiss more Beauxbatons students."  Fred kissing OTHER girls? That too beautiful french girls?! He's MY boyfriend!!!

George nodded slightly. Fred cringed "Kiss? No, no, no, no! Just who can ummm...trick a Beauxbatons student to enter the Gryffindor common room first." Fred grinned proudly. You mentally sigh.

"I bet I can." You challenge them.

George narrows his eyes. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. Piece of cake."

"Well then, the bet is on. Five galleons." Fred suggested.

"Done!" You confirmed.

George suddenly jumped. "We should get going!"

Fred's eyes widened. "Oh yeah! We don't want to be late to collect our winnings of the bet."

And with that, they rushed from the corridor.

"Hmm...odd." You announced to no one in particular.

Well then, better get moving from this empty corridor, (Y/N). You tell yourself.

You trudge along and turn round the corner. BUMP!

"Oww..." You rub your forehead and gather yourself up, to see a rather heavily dressed Beauxbatons student.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." You apologize hurriedly.

"Eeet eeez okaaaayyy." You could notice her fake french accent behind her scarf covered head and hasty over make up.