Harry Potter Imagines

keeper - Fred & George Weasley

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Summary; fred and george are indirectly the reason why you get hurt during the next quidditch game. they can't help but to feel guilty anyway.

Warnings; swearing, a little bit of angst.

Word Count; 1.6k

Notes; READER IS GRYFFINDOR

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"I think it's going to be an easy game today!" Oliver says, he's standing in front of the doorway, broom in hand as he looks over the team.

With two hands, you tighten the buckle that's on your right boot, barely glancing at Oliver. He gives encouragement like this before each game as a way to get your spirits up. However, with him saying something like that--it's so vague that you can't tell if he means it'll be easy for you, or for the other team.

"I think so too." Fred says, he's fixing the gloves on his hands, seated on the bench.

George on the other hand, is stretching, cracking his knuckles and turning his head both ways. After you're sure your shoes are secure--because the one time they weren't has haunted you all this time--you go ahead and stretch too. Being a keeper means you have to be flexible.

"What'd you two do?" you ask, looking between the boys.

"I didn't even say anything." George says, trying to defend his honor. But there's a sneaky smile on his face, and he shares a look with Fred, confirming what you thought.

"You don't have to say anything. You two always look guilty of something."

Freds' smile is widening into a grin, "Let's just say that the slytherin's should be more tired than usual."

And that sentence alone isn't giving you much comfort. You definitely shouldn't have pried, you would have much rather preferred to figure it out later down the line. If what you're thinking is right, then it wouldn't have taken long to realize, anyway.

You don't say anything else after that. Once you're all stretched out and your muscles aren't stiff, you're all walking out and onto the field. You fix your gripping onto the broom, your eyes scanning the stands.

Hermione is definitely out there with Ron. Even if Hermione would prefer to be inside the library or the gryffindor common room studying, she'll come out to keep Ron company. Plus, you know she doesn't mind watching you, the twins and Harry play all together.

"Gotta be quick today." Fred says, you look at him, and then the slytherin team.

"They don't look happy." George sounds delighted.

"Damn you two." you hiss.

Whatever they did, it's got slytherin riled up. They're standing taller than usual, shoulders squared with meaner-than-usual faces. They're glaring at you all accusingly, which means they definitely know that it was one of you guys that had done it. If they're not morons, then their eyes will be on the twins.

But instead, they're looking over the lot of you, as if you all banded together to make a plan to sabotage their... sleep? They've got lines beneath their eyes. Today must have been a rough day with classes and all. It doesn't really matter anymore, all you know is that they'll be taking it out on all of you, and not just the twins.

Madam Hooch stands next to the box full of the dangerous--and sometimes murderous--balls that will be hurled at you the entire game. On the other side of her, is of course the slytherins. You're sure that if she weren't in the middle, acting as an accidental buffer, there would have already been a fight on the field.