Unexpected (Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader series)

Unexpected (Part 3)

Part Summary: Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Gryffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl that might not be as intimidating as she seemed.

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When the class was finally dismissed, Fred carelessly threw his things in his satchel and all but ran out of the room before an arm pulled him back.

"Freddie, why are you running?" George asked, holding his arm as he guided him to walk at a normal pace.

He didn't know that they shared this class with (Y/N), and Fred would prefer to keep it that way for now. "Um- well I thought we could get there early to get some seats at the back."

George considered this for a moment before nodding his head, "Yeah okay, easier to prank I guess." With that, Fred started walking again; skittish to get to his next class.

They briskly walked through the hallways to get to divination, and as they entered the room they were surprised to only see only two other students already in - unfortunately for Fred, (Y/N) was not one of them.

They went to take a seat at the back as Professor Trelawney spoke, "Do my eyes deceive me or are the Weasley twins early to my lesson?"

"Not at all Professor," George responded suavely, "I'm sure youre just imagining things." They took their seats and unpacked their books and parchment, taking out their wands to trick people from a distance.

Students slowly started to filter in, George was talking about something but Fred was too busy staring at the entrance to take notice. He looked at every pupil but none of them were her. "Fred, are you even listening?"

He whipped his head around to see George was watching him, clearly confused and annoyed that his five minute rant was completely ignored. "What? Yeah, yeah course I'm listening."

George squinted his eyes at him, "No, you weren't."

Fred huffed, and crossed his arms. "Yeah okay I wasn't," he paused, "mind just drifted off s'all." He reached into his bag to retrieve his ink and quill, avoiding any more of the conversation. He found his ink, however his quill must have been further inside his satchel. He moved around papers and books but it still wasnt there. "Crap," he sighed.

"What?"

"Think I left my quill in divination. You got a spare?" Fred might not have particularly liked the class, but Molly would kill him if he failed it.

George shook his head, "Nah mate, sorry. Only got one on me."

He started to look around for another student who might carry a spare he could borrow, Fred scanned the room until he noticed a familiar (Y/H/C) sat in the seat diagonal from him. He instantly tenses up, he should say something, right? He definitely wanted to.

Looking back at George he saw he was distracted talking to someone. Fred leaned over his desk towards her; she was leaning her chin on one hand and tapping her shiny green nails on her desk with the other.

He cleared his throat, "(Y/N)," he called in a hushed tone; trying not to get his brothers attention while he was talking with her.

She turned her head and looked up at him, "Oh Fred, right?" She confirmed politely. She moved some of her hair away from her face so he could see her properly as she smiled.

He nodded, pleased she knew it was him. "Yeah, it is." He stared into her beautiful eyes, hypnotised by the colours and tones; he wanted to look at her forever. He found himself lost in her gaze again; forgetting the reason he was talking to her in the first place.