Mischief and Mayhem Fred X Reader

Chapter Three

I woke with an unsettling feeling that someone was staring at me. I tensed up and opened my eyes slowly, but immediately relaxed when I realized it was George. He was perched on the coffee table with a large smirk. At that very moment it had become very evident that I, not surprisingly, had myself propped right against Fred's side, giving me a major kink in my neck. I sat up and rubbed my neck, George's smirk hadn't faltered. I looked around the empty room at the small beams of light fading through the window. The window was just barely open with curtains pulled to the side. The fire was out but the smell still lingered. Fred and I's work from last night were still on the table in front of us, though George nudged them aside. There were no other students present but ourselves.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What." I said sleepily.
"Nothing," he waved, " I just find it funny how 'close' you and my brother have gotten." he smirked.
"Cram it, George. I'm a snuggler." I shrugged and sat up straight, stretching. "What time is it anyway?"
"Almost noon." I shrugged, "I don't know who won and It's bothersome."
"It's fine, now I'm waking this git up." He stood up and grabbed Fred by the ankles, ripping him off the couch. Fred screeched and tried to grasp the couch for support.
He glared at us two as we laughed at his defeat. "You guys suck."
"Get over it Freddie," I smiled, "We have things to do! And I'm starving. So food first, then we must check out the little trap we set last night."
"You guys did what now?" George asked, "And without me?" he sounded almost hurt.
We laughed and went off with his words of protest.

          The three of us made it just in time to witness a Ravenclaw girl get soak head to toe in water. She sputtered and screamed in shock but ran off. I felt a little bad, but it was only a little bit of water. It wasn't too bad. Fred and I jumped and clapped our hands together.
"It worked great! And not only did we pull one on a Ravenclaw, but we're also pulling one on Filch!" We fled the scene into the Great Hall.
          We were greeted by Professor McGonagall at the door, it seemed she was just leaving. She eyed us for a moment and said, "Up a little late today?" To which we nodded as she exited.
          The Great Hall was filled with students, not as much as there are in the evening though, students come and go. Many students had books and quills out, other not, catching up on homework and assignments. It was quieter than usual, but it always smelled amazing. We sat down, I was off in my own little world, Fred was still grumpy faced from his upset this morning, and George was off down the table talking.I was busy reading about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy when Veronica Hornbe approached me.  She was known for her snotty attitude and rude humor, let alone the fact she's now dating my ex-lover, Laurence.
"I told you, she always has her nose in a book." Veronica motioned to one of her friends, but it was obviously aimed for me to hear.
Without looking up from my book I replied with, "Maybe you should try it once Veronica, you might just learn something." I said simply, "But you're not into that now aren't you?" I looked at her with a fake pout and went back to reading.
She glared, but played it off. "No wonder you're alone." She left with that and I rolled my eyes.
I must have had an angry face when George returned from talking to someone down the table, he motioned to Veronica walking off and gave me a questioning face.
I shrugged, "Laurence's girl." He understood, "She giving you problems?" He asked.
"No, just trying to get a rise out of me." I smiled.          She sometimes got under my skin, but never enough to really cause me any turmoil. I don't have enough time worry about disputes, especially over things as stupid as that. Though, it's kinda surprising that people still talk about my break up with Laurence, that was months ago, he can go get bent.

I reached over Fred and took his Sugar Quill while he wasn't looking, when he noticed I blamed it on George. I laughed at them argue and revealed the quill popping it into my mouth, "Thanks Freddie."
He frowned and sighed. I won that.

          The day went by rather quickly, then again we woke up at noon. We spent our day with great fun, we were out by the lake for the majority of it. While skipping stones Fred fell in, George and I laughed until we cried. Today just wasn't Fred's day, late I made it up to him with a replacement Sugar Quill. The bright smile he gave in return painted my thoughts for the remainder of the evening. I even spent some quality time with the girls. Gossip was thrown about up until Ginny suddenly gasped.
"Guys!" She hollered, "Quidditch tryouts are next Sunday!"
I cursed, "I forgot all about that. That means I'll have to cancel my plans of doing nothing all day." I gave a fake frown and they laughed.

I cursed, "I forgot all about that. That means I'll have to cancel my plans of doing nothing all day." I gave a fake frown and they laughed.
          My nerves spiked. I hadn't given Quidditch much thought in the past couple of days, what if I did bad? I mean, I made the team last year? Surely that's hope enough, I'll be sure to practice in the next couple of days.
The girls and I continued to talk for the next couple of hours before realizing how late it was, Katie was passed out on the rug. Ginny gave me a sleepy smile before leaving for her room. Angelina shared a few words before we went to sleep.
"Hey Ang?" I said, staring at the roof.
"Yeah?" She replied.
"What do you think of Fred?"
"He's pretty alright. He's funny, but he's loud. Why do you ask?" She questioned.
"I don't know," We ended with that and she drifted off to sleep.
        I continued to lay there, but I didn't go to sleep. Eventually I sat up and read near the window. I even finished up some homework I had forgotten about. I'm not used to the quietness of the room, especially with us lot. We were always being loud and yelling, the perks of being good friends I guess. While reading there was a tapping at my window, it was my owl, Flynn. I opened the window letting him in, taking the letter attached to his leg.
"Whatcha have there?" I whispered.
         It was the reply to my letter I sent to Melodie. I looked at Flynn, "Did you get lost again?" I laughed quietly, the little man always got lost when returning my letters. At least he tries his best. I sent him off and finally went to sleep, though I fell asleep at my window instead of in my bed.