Unexpected (Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader series)

Unexpected (Part 6)

Part Summary: Everyone knew Fred Weasley, the cocky, confident, Gryffindor beater and prank extraordinaire. Everything was pretty damn perfect, until he meets a girl he's gonna work for.

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The twins were sat at the Gryffindor table; George was shovelling porridge into his mouth, whereas Fred was picking at his scrambled eggs nervously; both waiting for the girl to walk through the large doors. "You're sure she's comin'?" George asked, as he threw a grape at their little brother, hitting him in the head and quickly looking away.

"Well how am I supposed to know? Its not like I actually know her, is it?" Fred argued and rested his head on his palm.

"Not yet, at least," George winked, hitting Ron again with his grapes; amused by the boy looking around frantically.

Fred was about to retaliate when he noticed the beautiful (y/h/c) enter from the doors. "George!" Fred hit him in the arm quickly, making his twin look up. "That's her! You see? The (y/h/c), thats (Y/N)."

George started off at the girl; taking in her looks, her shiny hair and painted lips. Not forgetting the skirt hanging above her knees and the black tights with a single stripe trailing the back of her legs. Giving a low whistle, George elbow led his brother in the side. "Damn, I definitely see the appeal," he smirked.

Taking his eyes away from her form, Fred whipped his head around. "Oi! Stop perving on her, will you?" He scolded.

George laughed, "Oh right, guess that's your job innit?" He jabbed him in the side as Fred blushed. "But seriously, I see it now. Completely understandable," he smirked, liking his lips a little obviously as Fred smacked him in the arm.

They watched as she sat at the Slytherin table and joined one other student, a slightly younger girl with dark hair and smooth olive skin, who greeted her with a smile. The two were sat at the very end of the table, away from the rest of the pupils, and somehow seemed to go completely unnoticed.

As the girls started to chat, the twins started; George seemed to be plotting in his head, but Fred seemed a little confused. "How's nobody seeing her right now?" He thought aloud.

George looked to his twin and back again, "What d'you mean?" He asked.

Gesturing to the girl, Fred expressed his thoughts. "Look at her! She's absolutely stunning! And she's sitting there and nobody even sees her? Se should be the most popular girl at Hogwarts!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in bewilderment.

His twin shrugged, eyeing her carefully." I dunno, maybe she likes it that way? Besides, you didn't even know she existed until about a week ago, so maybe she does it on purpose. Y'know? Like a... erm... a social-comedian." He explained as he aimed another grape at Ron.

"Chameleon," He corrected, "but maybe," Fred huffed, staring at her longingly. He just couldn't figure her out - one minute she was a flirty, mysterious, hot, fiery temptress and the next she was a kind, sweet, helpful girl - she just didn't make any sense!

"So," George started, "what's the plan?" He grabbed a piece of toast and bit out a large chunk; apparently two bowls of porridge weren't filling enough.

His twin looked at him in confusion, "Plan? What plan? You never said anything about a plan. Why do I need a plan?" He rambled, feeling a little nervous at the idea. He'd much rather stare at her from afar and occasionally talk to her in class; actually doing something about his crush was something he suddenly found himself reluctant to do.

Dropping the half eaten toast, George pointed a finger at him. "No. Nonono dont do that, you're not just gonna not do anything. Were making a plan, and were gonna find out as much about her as possible, and you're gonna fall in love and get married and live happily ever after or whatever. Okay?"

Fred groaned, rolling his eyes and agreed. "Okay, so what're you thinking?"

His brother rubbed his chin thoughtfully, with a dramatic look on his face. "Well do you have any classes together?" He asked, unsure.

The other nodded, "Yeah, divination - shes pretty good at it."

At this, George beamed, clearly envisioning a more clear plan. "Great! You're completely rubbish at that class - no offence."

"None taken."

"Yeah, so you can just ask her to tutor you, right?" He grinned.

Fred stuttered for an answer, suddenly feeling much more nervous than before. "Er... n-no I don't–"

"So its settled!" George interrupted, "Next class, you go and sit with real and you can ask her if she'll tutor you! Then you'll get to y'know, bond'n stuff!"

"I-I don't think–"

"I am so good at this! This plan is great, don't worry Freddie, soon enough you're gonna get your girl. Until then, I know exactly who we should ask about her."

Looking back to her, Fred sighed before nodding unsurely; this was gonna be a pain in the arse.

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