Fred Weasley X Reader

Part Two

(A/N: screw it. I'm writing this in your POV. I do those types best. The others confuse me!😵)
We were surprised when we got downstairs that everyone was ready to go.  "Took you long enough." Harry smirked. "Oi. I thought you got lost." George snickered. I just roll my eyes.
Soon enough, we make our way to platform 9 3/4. We all pass through the wall with ease. "Goodbye, darlings!" Molly calls, "I'll miss you!"
I sit down next to Fred, and George sits across from us. "Is that who I think it is?!" I hear someone call from behind me. "Lee!" We all say. He sits down next to George. "Hey Y/N, Fred, George!" "Lee Jordan! Long time no see, eh?" George asks cheerfully. Lee nods. We swallow each other in a group hug. Lee looks down at me. "Still flat chested eh?" "Sh-shut up!" I say crossing my arms and blushing.
Before we know it, we're at Hogwarts. My home. We all sit in the great hall waiting for the first years. One by one, they come in. Professor McGonagall, places the sorting hat on its stool, and it begins to sing.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A hat smarter than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where the brave dwell at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands
(though I have none)
For I'm the Thinking Cap!"

We all clapped. The sorting seemed to go quickly, and Dumbledore made some announcements. "There will be no Quittich this year," I was mad since I was a beater. "Due to the fact that Hogwarts will be hosting the Tri Wizards Cup this year." "YOU'RE JOKING." Fred says. I slap him in the head with a book. "Sorry..." He whimpers. "Actually, Fredrick Weasley, I'm quite literal. They'll be arriving in two months time to be exact." My thoughts float over to seeing the dark mark in the sky at the Quittich Cup. I move it away, not wanting to focus on it. We finished the feast, and go up to common rooms. "You Ok?" Fred asks. "Yeah... I'm good." I quickly go to bed only to get a nightmare. Nice. I get up and sit down in the 'living room' of the common room. I get out a book, and start to read it. I pause when someone sits next to me. "Hey. You're up late." It was Fred. "I am. And does that matter to you?" I ask, curious. "Well, Miss L/N, we have classes tomorrow." "I know that you git! I just had a bad dream, Jesus!" I sigh. "Want to talk about it?" He asks. He sounds shy for some reason, so I say 'No thanks, I'm fine.'
"Ok. I'll be going back to sleep now." He stretches, hoping I would say yes. 
"Hmmm..." I nod. He wraps a blanket around me, and goes up to the boys' dormitory. I read for about another two hours, and I decide it was time to go to bed.
In the morning, I wake up and get dressed. I cover the dark circles around my eyes with concealer.
I stifle a yawn, and go down to the great hall. I sit down in between Fred and George. "Morning, princess." George says while I yawn. "You *yawns* too.." I place some toast with blackberry jam on my plate with some scrambled eggs. Fred just stares at me as I gobble it all down in a matter of seconds. "Bloody Hell." Is all he says. Soon classes start, and we make our way to Defense Against the Dark Arts aka DATDA.  I sit down by Lee, and George on my other side. As I start to get out my book, someone says, "You won't be needing those, today Miss (L/N)." I look up only to see our new professor, Moody. Or Mad-Eye as we like to call him. "The ministry says you're too young too know about the three unforgivable curses. I say different. You need to know what you're up against, and what to expect when you're up against it. Now, who can give me a curse?" Hands shot up. Two of them were mine and Lee's. "(Y/n)? Is it? Give us a curse." "Um, the Imperious Curse?" "Ah. Yes." He takes out a jar on his desk and opened it. He brings out a spider. "Imperio!" Moody yells, and the spider moves all by itself. It hops on Fred's head, Then George's face, then back into the jar. I laughed at that, but I did feel bad for the spider.