Fred Weasly x reader

The Pink Spiderman

y/n- your name

Edit- 20.05.20 I changed the story a little and the wording and POV, and I think this is like 10% better. I haven't yet edited the next parts so sorry when they don't make sense.

I slowly open my eyes and look around. I'm a little drowsy, borderline comatose but I can still hear footsteps coming towards my door. I scoot myself up, back resting on the headboard and rub my eyes trying to keep my eyes open. The door handle creeks, and it opens little by little until I see two ginger heads peeking through the crack. My two favorite people: Fred and George Weasley. First I notice George but then my eyes land on Fred who has a huge grin on his face, my cheeks turn red as I'm struck with the realisation: that's Fred, my crush, in my room, looking fine as hell, while I look like dog crap.

"How the hell did you get up the stairs?" I ask confusion evident on my face while hugging the thick blanket more securely around myself.

"That's not important right now." Says Fred and George quickly follows with:

"We NEED your help with this prank, after all, you are the third best prankster in Hogwarts."
 
I perk up a smirk appearing on my face.
"First you storm in my room and then, you come and insult me like that. You know I'm the best prankster in the entire world.

"Oh, you really think you're the best?" Fred asks, his grin getting bigger.

That smirk really does things do me.

Before I could fire back with a witty comeback Fred sprinted towards me and started to tickle my stomach, my weak spot.
I start wiggling trying to get out of his grip but to no avail. I start laughing louder and louder, my eyes become teary and it's getting hard to breath. Between the fits of laughter I tried to form a complete sentence failing miserably, only managing "please sir... have mer...cy" every word was cut short with another burst of laughter.

When Fred finally stopped, I caught my breath for a second.

"You still think you're the best prankster in Hogwarts?" Asked Fred with an even bigger grin, if that's even possible, on his face. I shook my head and stared him down with a matching grin.

"It's not that easy to break me, ginger"

Fred started to go for a second round before George finally had enough and said "Get a room."

For some reason Fred backed away his smirk dissapiring and being replaced by blood red cheeks. I saw the opportunity and took it. I jump off my bed and run past the boys. When I'm halfway down the stairs, without looking back I yell

"I'm still the best."

I run down the rest of the stairs and into the griffindor common room. Past the few early birds, heads deep in their books, or assignments, only glancing up for a second before turning back to their books or last minute homework.
I push open the portrait and quickly close it, already seeing the two boys climbing down the stairs.
With a swith look around I see three possibilities, down the stair, left or right. Definitely not the stairs, cause exercise.
I decide to run to the left and around the corner hiding behind a statue.
The I hear the fat lady portrait opening again, and two pairs of footsteps climbing through. I can clearly hear them,
their voices echoing through the corridors.
Who I can only assume to be George says:
"Where did she go?"

"Definitely not down the stairs, cause and  I quote: "I hate the stairs, cause exercise." He says in a higher pitch, trying to impersonate me.
By witch I'm frankly a little offended.

George laughs a little too much for my liking.
"Spot on, mate!"

"I know right" Fred chimes in while laughing.
May I point out, laughing at his own joke.
George is the first one to recover from that clearly hilarious joke.
"Okey, let's check out the corridor on the right, she couldn't have gone far."
They head that way and I stand up steching my legs. The tiredness I felt mere minutes ago completely gone. Walking towards the common room, through the portrait. I see a lot more people have woken up and taken seats around the tables in the common room.
Most turning their eyes on me, seeing as I'm in my pink pjs: a tank top with a big pink Spider-Man in the center surrounded by hearts and hot pink booty shorts with tens of tiny little hearts on them. This is a little embarrassing.
I see Jordan sitting in one of the stairs looking at me with a smirk.
"Nice outfit y/n"
I do a few poses and blow a kiss his way, he pretends to catch it and then slaps it on his lips. I quietly snort and go torwards the stairs and up to my room, this time locking the door.