Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 27

A/n: I dedicate this chapter to everyone who's liked, commented on or read this book. It'd be nothing without you guys! There's going to be quite a few time skips, so watch out for those. By the way, expect a lot of drama to come up in these next few chapters ;)

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The twins and Lee had set up a party right after Harry had gotten the golden egg and had gotten his score. He ended up being tied for first place with Viktor Krum. 

Fred and George had snuck down to the kitchen to get food and drinks while Lee and I decorated. Dean Thomas drew some banners and strung them up right when the twins entered the room, arms full and flagons of Pumpkin juice and butterbeer levitating behind them. 

"Ah, Y/n/n, love? Could you take these before I drop them?" Fred asked while trying not to spill all the food and levitate the drinks at the same time. I rushed forwards and took the trays and sat them down on the tables. 

Soon after, shouts erupted near the portrait hole as Harry walked in. I smiled when I noticed Ron standing by his side, grinning. Lee let off some of the Filibuster's fireworks and they exploded in Red and Gold. 

After about half an hour of chatting and eating, Lee stood.

"Blimey, this is heavy," he said as he picked up the golden egg and weighed it in his hand. "Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!" 

"Yeah, go on, Harry, open it!" multiple people shouted. 

Lee passed the egg to Harry and everyone watched as clasped the top and pried it open. 

It was completely empty but the moment it opened, the most horrible noise erupted show it. It was a loud, screechy wail that sounded painful. 

"Shut it!" Fred bellowed loudly, his hands clamped over his ears like everyone else. 

"What was that?" Seamus Finnigan asked as Harry slammed it shut. "Sounded like a banshee...Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"

"It was someone being tortured! You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!" Neville, who had gone very pale, shouted.

"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal. They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing...maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry." George said with an amused grin. 

"Want a jam tart, Hermione, Y/n?" Fred asked us suddenly. 

I shared an alarmed look with her and shook my head slightly.

"It's all right. We haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch-" 

Neville choked suddenly and spat out the custard cream he had just bitten into. 

"Just my little joke, Neville..."

Hermione took a tart from the plate and Fred offered one to me. I gave him a suspicious look before gingerly picking up the pastry. 

"Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?" Hermione asked.

"Yep," he put on a high-pitched voice and began to imitate a house-elf. "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful... get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish." 

"How do you get in there?" She asked innocently. 

"Easy, concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and-" he suddenly stopped and looked at her suspiciously. "Why?"