Not Like The Rest - Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 9

     //WARNING// Some swearing

The first week passed slowly. Homework filled my bag each and every day, and took a ridiculous amount of time to finish. Every night, more and more of my sleep had vanished. I hated this.

     Though the homework was brutal, at least I was having fun with the twins. Since they choose to neglect their assignments, they usually had more time to spare. With that time, they chose to hang around me as I finished my assignments.

     "Y/N, why do you do your homework?" Fred asked. I looked up to see him laying on the couch, legs draping over one of the arms.

     I looked back down at my potions essay. "Because I want to keep my grades up."

     "I doubt your grades will ever drop. They never do. Besides," George said falling into the couch right next to me, "you're working yourself too hard."

     "You need a break." Fred said.

     "I wish it was that easy." I sighed. Fred came over, grabbed my homework from my lap, then tossed it behind his back. I panicked.

     "What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" I screamed in his face. A smile formed on his lips as I shouted. Just as I finished my tantrum, Fred bolted for the portrait hole, leaving me no choice but to follow in hot pursuit.

He ran from corridor to corridor, stair case to stair case, attempting to throw me off his trail. Each attempt slowed me down quite a bit considering the pace I was originally going matched his. The distance between us grew greater by the second, but I wouldn't let that stop me. Since I know this school from the inside out, of course I used a short cut.

Weaving through the halls, I spot him once again, only roughly 2 feet away. He stopped running, which I found a little odd. A smile grew from ear to ear on his face. He seemed rather cocky. I hated that. His red hair was a mess from running, and his shirt filled with wrinkles. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, exposing his fare skin underneath.

     I've always loved Fred's smile. It never fails to brighten my mood, even in the most depressing of times. It was one of my favorite things about him, besides the fact that he's extremely funny and can pull some amazing pranks. Merlin, Fred's ideas for pranks are phenomenal. In our first year, he nearly made Rossi shave all his hair off because he made his locks turn green when ever he lied.

As I came back to reality, I realized that Fred was gone. Fuck, I thought, now I have to search the whole school again. With a sigh, I walked further down the corridor, and guess who I saw? Smith.

"Look who crawled out of the trash." She sneered. I rolled my eyes.

"At least I got away from it before I became it." I said. Her mouth widened, increasing my satisfaction.

"Well, your sense of style didn't survive your escape." She replied.

"And yours does a poor job of hiding the boob job you got last week." I said.

She stomped in my direction, only stopping a few inches from my face. "Look here you horrid mandrake," She said spitting in my face, "We both know that you're nothing but a homeless crook like your daddy."

My face displayed shock once she mentioned my father. She found great satisfaction in my reaction. "Yeah, you heard me. You're nothing more than a neglected beggar seeking trouble everywhere you go. It's honestly really interesting how the apple doesn't fall to far from the tree. Who knows, you could kill me right now. I wouldn't be surprised because your pops probably taught you all about the art of murder. "

I didn't know what to say. My whole body stood still. I couldn't move a muscle. "So the dog finally stopped barking? It's a bloody good thing because it was starting to give me a headache. Toodles, Black." She walked away after putting enthuses on my last name.

Tears blurred my vision as I saw her sashay away, swinging her hips from side to side. The tears tumbled down my rosy cheeks, slipping off my chin and falling to the ground, splattering on impact. I didn't know what had gotten into me, especially since I hear criticism like this quite often. I never cry after snarky comments.

I backed up until I hit the wall, and slid down. I hugged my knees, resting my face on my thighs, soaking my skirt with salty tears. My whimpers were subtle at first, but became gradually louder. It was hard to breath. Hard to see. Hard to hear. Hard to feel.

She went a little too far this time. She went too far and she knew it. Fuck that bitch, I repeated in my head as the tear poorer faster into my uniform.

I felt so lonely. Even though there were thousands of students roaming the castle, it seemed like I was the only one here. She was right. I was just a neglected beggar looking for trouble wherever I went.

HEY GUYS!!! Sorry this came so late. I've been working on school and right now I'm just extremely stressed. I finished this chapter today and I'll try to write over the next few weeks but please don't expect another chapter for a while. I'm deeply sorry I can't focus on this at the moment, but I'll try to make it up to you guys. I hope you like this chapter and I hope I can write more in the future. I love you all and thank you so much for reading! Bye!