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title:  Out Witted

word count:   799

"Oi, Georgie, what do you make of Y/N over there?" Fred asks, peering over at the Ravenclaw table. 

His twin leans over, roughly shoving his head into Fred's visual field. 

"The Ravenclaw?" 

"That's the one!" Fred responds with enthusiasm as his gaze focuses on the girl.

 She's listening to her friend intently, her y/h/c in light waves, bright y/e/c eyes narrowed in due concentration. Her eyebrows are furrowed together, as if she's hearing the most interesting piece of knowledge in the entire world. For someone who was watching as closely as Fred was, they would've thought that Y/N was the most serious person in the entire hall. Which, given, she was. She liked being intelligent and organized, but that didn't mean she didn't have a playful side to her. 

Her facial expression does a complete 360,  a playful smile on her lips and an exuberant laugh escaping her them as her friend finishes the joke. She shakes her head with annoyance, probably at the cheesiness of the joke, biting her lip slightly. 

"Wicked.." Fred muses, his eyes wide. 

Y/N reaches for her goblet, taking a lengthy sip, and her eyes lock with Fred's. She lowers the goblet from her mouth slowly, her mischevious smile wiping away as her y/e/c narrow quizzically at him. She cocks an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. Fred grins, waving his fingers and sending a wink in her direction. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head. 

"What about her, Fred?" George says, pulling him back to reality.

 "I want to pull a prank on her." Fred mutters, staring at his twin. 

"Your daft, Fred. She'll see it coming from miles away." George says with a laugh. 

Fred scoffs, "Since when have we gotten caught, George?"

 George tilts his head at his brother, "Your death wish, mate."

Fred knew he had to up the antics with this particular prank, Y/N wasn't just some gullible first year chump, she was a proudly intelligent Ravenclaw. The regular Weasley candies and gadgets were far too mundane for Y/N, in Fred's opinion. But, if there was one thing Fred Weasley knew about Ravenclaws, it was that they loved to do schoolwork.

"Fred, this is too simple. It's daft. Just ask her out." George scolds. 

"Shut up and do your end of the prank, George." Fred snaps. 

George rolls his eyes, but nonetheless gets up from the desk, quietly creeping to where Y/N was sitting, her school bag on the floor. He watches her carefully as he reaches in and pulls out all of her quills, before hurrying back and putting them into his own bag. 

"Atta boy." Fred says, grinning.

"Today, you will be writing in class essays, they will graded and handed back, your time starts now, use it wisely!" Snape drones as the parchment flies around the room. Fred watches out of the corner of his eyes as Y/N digs around in her back looking for a quill, the way her eyes narrow as she picks the bag off the floor and digs deeper. 

"Need a quill, sweetheart?" He asks kindly, offering one with a smile. Y/N looks up, frowning at him. She bites her lip slightly, and looks around at everyone scribbling away.

 She huffs, 'Thanks." 

Before taking the pen from him. "No, thank you." Fred mutters to himself proudly.

"Ah, yes, Miss Y/L/N, you got.." Snape mumbles, shuffling through the papers. Fred braces himself, leaning up on the desk to get a better look at Y/N's face. 

"An A." Snape says nodding at her. 

She smiles at him, and Fred feels his jaw drop. 

"Mr. Weasley.. You did abysmal, an F." Snape says next, rolling his eyes at Fred. "I suggest you brush up on your spelling skills." He adds, before flipping the page. 

Y/N turns around, giving Fred that same delicate wave he had given her a few days ago. She leans over and puts the quill on his desk, winking at him, "Thanks for all your help, Fred." 

Fred grabs her hand before she can turn away again, eyes narrowed, "How the bloody hell did you find out?" He whisper yells. 

Y/N chuckles at this slightly, shaking her head, "Next time you want to prank someone, try not to stare so much. Or get your brother to do the dirty work." She says, reaching behind her and passing him a piece of crumbled up parchment.

 Fred frowns, unraveling it and reading his twins' scrawny handwriting: "Hi Y/N, Fred fancies you, so he's trying to prank you. Can't tell you how, just keep an eye out." It read.

 Fred stares up at her wide eyed, and she grins, biting her lip, "Next time, just ask me on a date, Weasley." She says before turning back around.