Weasley Twins X Reader One-Shots And Imagines

Shouldn't (Fred X Reader) Original Writer: Sola71296

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You stood straight, tall and proud as you stepped out of your changing room to the resounding cheer of your fellow students seated around the Quidditch pitch. As Ravenclaw's new Quidditch team captain, you were determined to prove yourself. You were one of the best Chasers in all four teams and today, you were determined to play better than you ever had before. The weather was excellent- it was a bright, sunny day and there was a slight breeze. Perfect playing conditions. With Harry Potter out of the action, and Ginny Weasley substituting for him, you were certain you could win. This was your first match as captain, and you were slightly nervous.

Madam Hooch started the game and you were off, easily swooping in to grab the Quaffle and scoring the first ten points of the game to the adoring screams of your fans. As the game progressed, you ensured that the scores were at least closely tied. Gryffindor had 150 points while Ravenclaw was leading by 50 points.
You were flying along the edge of the pitch, the Quaffle under your arm, completely in the zone when you see a bludger speeding towards your head. Your eyes widen and you brace for impact. You had ordered one of your beaters to continuously deter the Gryffindor Seeker and the other was responsible for protecting the others. There was nobody to rescue you and you are just about to close your eyes when there's a loud 'THWACK!' and you see a beater in scarlet robes driving the Bludger away. You stop in mid-flight and your eyes meet. Fred Weasley.
You were one of the few people who could actually tell the twins apart. Fred had dark brown eyes, but George's were a shade or two lighter. It was almost undetectable, but you were unusually perceptive.
You suddenly heard Lee Jordan's voice echo throughout the pitch.
"And Ginny Weasley has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!!!" He shouts, and you spot him jumping up and down in the commentators stand. You groan, and touch down, feeling devastated. You catch Fred's eye again as you walk back to your changing room.

Later, after telling your team what a great job they'd done, you're returning to the castle, your gaze fixed on the ground when you hear a yell. You look up and spot Fred walking over to where you're standing.
"You here to gloat, Weasley?" You say, crossing your arms.
"Do I look like a Slytherin to you?" He replies, winking.
"Shouldn't you be at whatever massive party your house is throwing in the common room?"
"Yes, but I'm not exactly known for doing what I should be doing, am I?" He says, leaning in close. You step away, flushing slightly.
"Are you flirting with me?" You ask, trying your best to look cross.
"Maybe." He said, winking. "I was actually wanting to walk you back to the castle. There's dangerous stuff around."
"Yeah, like those butterflies there." You say, rolling your eyes.
"No, like the Whomping Willow. You're about five steps away from its danger zone."
"Oh" you say, realising that he's right. He takes your hand and leads you away and back onto the path. It takes you a while to notice that neither one of you has let go. You quickly release your hand from his grasp.
"Why did you help me with the bludger?" You ask.
"Couldn't let a pretty girl get hit in the face, could I?", he says as you blush.
"Bet you say that to every Chaser."
"Nope, just the really hot ones." He says jokingly.
"You think I'm pretty?"
"I know you're beautiful." He replied simply, staring into your eyes.
"Um... We're on opposite teams. We have another match in two weeks. You REALLY shouldn't be flirting with me."
"And I probably shouldn't kiss you either." He said, leaning in.
"Definitely". You say, fluttering your eyelashes.
"I'm going to anyway", he said, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Okay" you manage to say before you feel his warm, soft lips on yours. He kisses you softly, gently sucking on your lower lip as you wrap your arms around his neck. You pull away a few minutes later.
"I probably SHOULDN'T tell you that I have a crush on you." You say, grinning.
"I shouldn't say I have one on you." He replied, wrapping an arm around your waist as you continue to walk. "And I shouldn't blow off the party to hang out with you."
"But you're going to anyway?"
"You got that right." He said, kissing you again as you walk off into the topaz haze of the afternoon together