Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Fred Weasley- Team captain

Credit: potter-imagines

Prompt: Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students meet up at night to play a friendly game of Quidditch against each other. Y/n Y/l/n, also Fred Weasley's girlfriend, is chosen as a captain. Fluff

Warnings: None- fluff. Possible minor swearing.

It was an odd sight, truthfully; jogging down the slopes of the castle ground. The blowing breeze pushing the cotton material of your pajamas backwards. Your Gryffindor shorts provided as an accurate choice as the humid, nearing summer, air drifted in. The material of your maroon and gold tie dye shirt, a gift from your boyfriend Fred, stuck snug to the skin of your stomach as your speed increased.

The sight of the Quidditch pitch neared and you had no intention of being late to the party like last week. At least you would beat Ron and Lee to the game; those two were always the last to show. Ron got tied up chatting up a giddy group of Hufflepuffs- who mistakenly believed he was one of the twins. Their cheeks were smacked by cherries and their unstoppable giggles filled the air.

You had chuckled at the sight while sneaking past. Lee Jordan stuck around to see the final turn out but they weren't far behind. Neither one wanted to miss the face off which would begin shortly.

"Y/n, where've you been? I reckoned you'd beat the lot of us down here." Greeting you near the entrance was Fred. His hand was extended towards you as he thrusted a sleek wooden broom. The bristles were finely brushed and kept in the best condition.

A smile graced your cheek as you reached up and took Fred's face in your hand. Leaning forward you kissed his smooth cheek, thanking him with the gesture.

Returning flat footed you let Fred lead the way through the small crowd of students. Some sported footie-pjs, few girls wore cotton shorts matched with their house shirt, and other showed up with warm sweatpants. Everyone looked different and that was the fun of it.

Fred held you close, silently warding off the other boys in the vicinity. You walked as a pair towards the undesignated Gryffindor bench.

Setting your bright sun yellow bag near the edge of the grass you took out a pair of tennis shoes and tied your hair up in a messy pony. Sensing your struggle, Fred placed himself at your side and held up your mass of hair as you searched your wrists for the band. You sighed happily and thanked Fred. He smirked lightly then gave you a look of expectancy. Your eyebrows knitted together. You opened your mouth to question him before you recalled the conversation.

Shaking your head you spoke,

"Sorry, Ron was putting on quite the show." Fred took a step back, sending a look of horror. You let out a hearty laugh and tried to rid the thought from your mind. You put on a look of disgust and continued,

"Not like that." You brushed a stray shed of grass off your bare leg. The sticky air had ceased and was replaced by a bearable breeze. Blinking up you flicked a bit of greenery from Fred's shoulder.

"He had a group of girls wrapped around his fingers- well rather so George or you did."

"I don't follow." He shook his head and sent you a look of confusion. You could tell his worries were growing by your words though you put them to rest instantly. You shook your hand at him, waving off the idea and explained,
"These girls, little bubbly, thought Ron was George or yourself and they were head over heels. I bet once they realize the truth Ron will make it here in record time."

This seemed to amuse your prankster boyfriend as his face brightened. Smirking, Fred rolled his shoulders back feigning a sight of all mightiness and strength. Scoffing at this you lightly shoved Fred's side and went to make your way around him but he was too fast.